had just run twenty laps around the arena. Casting my eyes down, I noticed Maggie had rolled over to face me in her sleep, her night shirt riding up to show off her very toned legs, the roundness of her ass and lower back.
“Fucking Christ,” I mumbled under my breath unable to take my eyes off her body. I was basically salivating over her, going back and forth as to why I couldn’t have her. It was obvious to me for many reasons, one being the person I was now, and to the things that I knew and hadn’t told her yet.
Ty wasn’t just some random person to Maggie. Even thinking of the fact that I was withholding information from Maggie caused guilt to eat away at me. My insides burned with acid, my tongue had numerous bites on it from holding back my words when I was around Ty. I knew if anyone deserved the truth it would be Maggie. She had sacrificed so much in my honor; the least I could do was tell her the truth of who Ty really was. Still, my gut told me it wasn’t the right time to tell her, with everything going on I wasn’t sure she could handle the news.
Just being awakened and learning how to fight, and handle those at PGI was hard enough. Having Ty for a brother would be the straw that broke the camel’s back for sure.
“It isn’t true…” Maggie rolled over in her sleep, the words slipping from her lips so quietly it was as if she didn’t want anyone to hear them. As soon as I heard the words my attention and thoughts shifted right to her. Worry marred her face, her eyebrows scrunching together as wrinkles formed against her forehead.
“Shhh…” I spoke fluidly and as softly as I could, bending down and rubbing a hand over the top of her head, shoving loose strands of hair from her face. Taking my thumb, I ran it across the wrinkles on her forehead trying to erase them. She was too beautiful to have worry wrinkles like she did.
It’s your fault fucker. If you didn’t fall in love with her in your human life, then you never would’ve brought her into this.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The beat of my heart pounded loudly in my ears. Staring at my thumb against Maggie’s skin it hit me how much of a savage I truly was. How she deserved so much more than the monster I was.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My blood pressure rose with each beat, my hearing catching the faint sound of her breathing and my nose catching the smell of fear in the air.
Sweet as sin, her fear tasted like heaven against my tongue. I opened my mouth too, take in a deeper breath, just to get a better taste. My eyes lingered over her body. Everything inside of me was evolving I was losing my human feelings and the old me was resurfacing quickly. The man who killed without thought. The man who didn’t love. Everything I was feeling was a reaction to the fact that Maggie had provoked the beast inside of me, the killer that gave me my name.
Long smooth legs, that lead up to her thighs that were begging to have my head placed between them. I wanted this woman like I wanted my next breath like I needed my next breath.
“No,” I answered my inner ego’s needs loudly. I had to get out of bed. I had to leave this room and burn off the dark desires before I did something like give into them.
Slowly I pushed from the bed, forcing every muscle in my body to go against what my body truly wanted; which was to be right between her legs, holding her, and bringing her to a level of ecstasy like she had never felt before.
Deep breaths. I told myself as I forced myself to take in air.
I breathed in through my nose and out my mouth, grabbing a pair of sweats off the chair and throwing them on along with a white t-shirt. Then I slipped into my pair of gym shoes and headed towards the door. My fingers gripped the cold metal of the door handle and as I wrapped my hand firmly around it to open the door I heard her whimpers and pleas again.
“It wasn’t him; I promise…” She begged and pleaded with whomever, it was that she was dreaming about.
“Fucking Christ,” I mumbled under my breath unable to take my eyes off her body. I was basically salivating over her, going back and forth as to why I couldn’t have her. It was obvious to me for many reasons, one being the person I was now, and to the things that I knew and hadn’t told her yet.
Ty wasn’t just some random person to Maggie. Even thinking of the fact that I was withholding information from Maggie caused guilt to eat away at me. My insides burned with acid, my tongue had numerous bites on it from holding back my words when I was around Ty. I knew if anyone deserved the truth it would be Maggie. She had sacrificed so much in my honor; the least I could do was tell her the truth of who Ty really was. Still, my gut told me it wasn’t the right time to tell her, with everything going on I wasn’t sure she could handle the news.
Just being awakened and learning how to fight, and handle those at PGI was hard enough. Having Ty for a brother would be the straw that broke the camel’s back for sure.
“It isn’t true…” Maggie rolled over in her sleep, the words slipping from her lips so quietly it was as if she didn’t want anyone to hear them. As soon as I heard the words my attention and thoughts shifted right to her. Worry marred her face, her eyebrows scrunching together as wrinkles formed against her forehead.
“Shhh…” I spoke fluidly and as softly as I could, bending down and rubbing a hand over the top of her head, shoving loose strands of hair from her face. Taking my thumb, I ran it across the wrinkles on her forehead trying to erase them. She was too beautiful to have worry wrinkles like she did.
It’s your fault fucker. If you didn’t fall in love with her in your human life, then you never would’ve brought her into this.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The beat of my heart pounded loudly in my ears. Staring at my thumb against Maggie’s skin it hit me how much of a savage I truly was. How she deserved so much more than the monster I was.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
My blood pressure rose with each beat, my hearing catching the faint sound of her breathing and my nose catching the smell of fear in the air.
Sweet as sin, her fear tasted like heaven against my tongue. I opened my mouth too, take in a deeper breath, just to get a better taste. My eyes lingered over her body. Everything inside of me was evolving I was losing my human feelings and the old me was resurfacing quickly. The man who killed without thought. The man who didn’t love. Everything I was feeling was a reaction to the fact that Maggie had provoked the beast inside of me, the killer that gave me my name.
Long smooth legs, that lead up to her thighs that were begging to have my head placed between them. I wanted this woman like I wanted my next breath like I needed my next breath.
“No,” I answered my inner ego’s needs loudly. I had to get out of bed. I had to leave this room and burn off the dark desires before I did something like give into them.
Slowly I pushed from the bed, forcing every muscle in my body to go against what my body truly wanted; which was to be right between her legs, holding her, and bringing her to a level of ecstasy like she had never felt before.
Deep breaths. I told myself as I forced myself to take in air.
I breathed in through my nose and out my mouth, grabbing a pair of sweats off the chair and throwing them on along with a white t-shirt. Then I slipped into my pair of gym shoes and headed towards the door. My fingers gripped the cold metal of the door handle and as I wrapped my hand firmly around it to open the door I heard her whimpers and pleas again.
“It wasn’t him; I promise…” She begged and pleaded with whomever, it was that she was dreaming about.
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