II. Chapter 24 | Part 1 - Aubree

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Aubree spent the next hour chatting with Gwen, Gavin, and Alistair on the couches in the living room. By the time Stone finished his meeting with Gunner, it was time for the pack to head out.

As soon as they were gone, he ran his hand through his hair before realizing it was coated in dirt.

"Give me a few minutes to shower up and then meet me in our bedroom," he said.

She nodded and made a mental note to herself.

Their bedroom. Not his bedroom.

She returned to the kitchen and chewed on her thumbnail as she paced around a bit. She had no idea what he was thinking. She couldn't tell from his expression if they had come to any good conclusions or not.

Gwen had tried to break into Stone and Gunner's mental conversation and eavesdrop for a bit, but couldn't.

They were all left in the dark until one of them said something to the other. And apparently, it wasn't going to be Gunner to spill the beans. Stone was going to tell Aubree first before he said anything to the others—if he was going to say anything to them.

Aubree looked out the sliding glass door to the sun getting lower in the western sky. It wasn't about to set for another two hours or so, but with night approaching, she was once again reminded of the threat out there looking to kill her.

It had only been a few short weeks since she first met Stone. In about another week's time, she'd be going south to Arizona with him to meet the Spirit Walker.

She prayed to God, or whoever she should pray to, that everything would work out. That whatever message they received from the Spirit World would solve some, if not all, of their problems. Such a hope seemed almost impossible at this time now, but she dared to hold onto it.

Taking a deep breath, she turned from the sliding door overlooking the patio, and walked through the archway into the living room, across the hardwood floors to the stairs on the other side, and began to slowly climb up them.

The sound of running water drifted over her the closer she came to Stone's—their—room. By the time she reached the top of the staircase and walked into the room, the water turned off. Knowing that he would be a few more minutes, she went to the shelves next to the bed and looked at the pictures of Gavin and Gwen. She hadn't taken the time to look at them again since her first night there.

She felt different when she looked at them now. Having lived with them, and gotten to know them better, she felt love warm her heart and she smiled as her eyes took in the details of each picture.

Hearing the bathroom door open, she didn't turn around, knowing that he would come to her.

She couldn't help but smile at the picture of Gavin in the fifties, eating his hamburger with his signature little smile. And Gwen, some thirty years ago, laughing at the Grand Canyon.

She could see why these pictures were precious to Stone. They were precious to her too.

While she couldn't pick up on his silent movements across the room, she could feel his presence as he came up behind her.

"Are you admiring my treasures?"

She hummed in confirmation. They certainly were treasures that could never be replaced. "But there's no picture of you here."

"Why would I frame a picture of myself?"

She shrugged as she turned to face him standing a foot away. "You could still have a picture of the three of you together, you know, as a family."

His large hands came up and held her arms. He rubbed them gently as he looked down at her. "Guinevere and Gawain have pictures like that. But whenever I look at them, I feel as though something is missing."

"Oh," she said, realizing that having a picture like that would only remind him of Adelaide and Arthur and how they were no longer in his life. "Sorry, I didn't think about it like that."

He shook his head. "Perhaps I dwell too much on the past, but it's hard to let go." His voice softened. "When so much has been taken from you, it's hard to let it go."

Pressing his forehead to hers, he slid his hands up her shoulders. He rubbed the corner of her jaw under her ears with his thumbs, which sent a jolt of pleasure to shoot up her spine.

"You like that?" he asked when she gasped and closed her eyes.

She nodded as her thrumming pulse continued to race under his gentle caresses. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down at her, a look of adoration and tenderness shining in his deep blues. Her heart swelled, feeling as though he was pulling her in closer to him, despite having not moved an inch. Warmth enveloped her, not a feeling she recognized as desire, but one much deeper. A feeling of complete and utter devotion. He didn't say it, but he didn't have to. She could feel the love he had for her coursing through her blood, pumped by her pounding heart.

A smile tugged on her lips as he slid his thumbs slowly down along her jaw. She couldn't tear her gaze away from his, relishing in the feeling of being so close to him and gazing so deeply into his eyes. Her stomach tumbled in excitement when his thumbs reached her chin and he cupped her cheeks in his palms. Her eyelids fluttered when his gaze flicked down to her lips before a spark of desire lit up within her.

"I need practice, Röslein," he said in a low, husky voice. "We determined that with practice, I might be able to avoid marking you. I can't finish what we start today, but if I practice enough, I might be able to one day. It will take a great deal of control on my part, but I will need your help in case I lose control."

"How?" she asked, not liking the fact that he wasn't kissing her like she wanted him to. Like he wanted to. She could feel his desire building but he was holding himself back.

How much more control did he need?

She shivered as a coldness seeped into her, his words heavy with mystery.

She knew she wouldn't be able to fight against her bodily urges for him forever. The idea of him learning to control such a deadly urge, and helping him along the way, seemed doable for her. Necessary, even.

"How can I help?" she asked again.

His eyes grew serious as he pulled away. Stepping around her, he pulled out a book from the top shelf and opened it up. Aubree's eyes widened when she realized that it wasn't a book at all, but rather it served as a secret storage compartment. For a weapon.

It was wrapped in dark brown leather and when he folded the cloth away, she couldn't help but stare at it in awe.

"If I ever lose control, cut yourself with this." Stone held out a small double-edged dagger to her. "Just enough to draw your blood."

She stared at it before her wide eyes looked up to meet his. "You're kidding?"

He shook his head. "I pray that it doesn't come to that, but... The smell of your blood might be enough to snap me out of it."

He put it in her hand and she swallowed as she studied it. She didn't know enough about daggers or weapons to know what it was made of or how old it was. The black handle was smooth with leafy vines of steel twisting around it. It struck her that it had to belong to Adelaide as it was far too feminine to belong to Stone.

She looked up at him as her eyebrows knotted in confusion. "How will I know when you've lost control?"

His eyes closed in a grimace. "When my teeth graze this spot here." He touched the soft spot on her shoulder next to her collar bone. "I won't go near this spot with my lips when I'm in control because I don't want to risk it."

She swallowed, her heart beginning to race. "Can you try it? So I know what it feels like."

Stone growled. "I've done it once before."

"You have? When?"

"At the grocery store before you left Dan. His scent was all over you, I reacted..." He looked away, guilt crossing his face. "I almost lost it then."

"But you didn't."

"Thank the Goddess for that."

"Can you though?" she asked. "Can you show me now so I know for later?"

Staring intently in her eyes, his breathing became labored like her own as his pupils began to dilate. "You're playing with fire, Röslein."

"Is it too hard to try, even when you're in control?"

"It's not that simple," he said as he brushed her hair back, away from her shoulder. The simple gesture made her skin tingle.

She knew what he meant. The mere thought of his lips on her neck was rousing her. No doubt that he could smell it and was affected by it.

"You wanted to test your control, right?" she said, unable to help the cotton now filling her mouth. "You can test it now, while we're both aware of what we're doing."

He pressed his forehead to hers and dragged air into his lungs. He held it before releasing it slowly, shuddering with effort. He muttered something under his breath and gently tugged the collar of her T-shirt away from her neck. His weathered fingers grazed against her shoulder as he pulled the fabric along with the strap of her red bra, inch by inch, to the edge of her shoulder blade.

Her breath hitched as he caressed the spot with his thumb. His touch was electric-fire that flared through her, bursting through her veins and deep into her core. He looked into her eyes to catch her heated gaze and she could see the flicker of a hungry beast within those darkening blues. They were darker than usual, like a royal blue. Did they always change color like that?

"Are you in control?" she rasped.

"Barely," he grunted.

"Do it quick."

He groaned as he closed his eyes and lowered his head, the sound making her fingers curl into his T-shirt.

"Don't moan, Aubree, or I might lose it," he whispered, huskily.

Her skin crawled in anticipation of his words as his head lowered further. She bit down on her bottom lip in preparation.

The heat of his breath on her skin made the hairs on her nape stand on end in delight. Sucking air into her lungs and holding it, she squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his lips graze ever so lightly over her collar bone. He inhaled deeply as he slowly, agonizingly so, moved his lips closer to the curve of her neck, to the soft dip next to the bone where he stopped.

"Here," he whispered, his voice gravelly and low as he gingerly raked his teeth over her delicate skin.

Gasping, she bit back the moan crawling up her throat as pleasure sparked under his touch.

She understood what he meant back in the garden. The gentle raking of his teeth sent sensual shocks of electricity and heat to shoot through her. Even though it might hurt, if and when he did pierce her skin, the pleasure it brought with it might over-power the pain.

Jerking away from her neck, his lips crashed against hers. The impact shattered her resolve, and the world crumbled at her feet. All inhibitions burned to dust and scattered as his essence, his need, his desire rushed over her in a whirlwind of fiery passion.

The moan she'd been biting back escaped as his mouth devoured hers. Pushing her back against the wall, he pinned her against his firm chest as they both gasped hungrily for air and each other.

His hands were in her hair, then sliding down her neck, her shoulders. She struggled to breathe as the heat from his touch seared over her flesh. Down, down, his palms roamed until they were on her breasts. Her nipples pebbled within her bra, and she wanted nothing more than for those hands to rip the fabric from her chest and press themselves against her wanting skin.

Panting, he pulled away as he planted hot, wet kisses down her neck. "Your turn."

She arched her back, driving her hips against his, as her arms reached around to grip his back. His husky words barely registered in her mind as it spun. The dagger, forgotten.

"What?"

Her voice was breathless and she whimpered as he continued to suck on the curve of her neck. She dug her fingers into his T-shirt as her heart raced, her blood boiled, and her core burned for more.

"To take control. I'm releasing mine."




---- AUTHOR'S NOTE ----

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Dedicated to MonamiDasgupta 

*Copyright Jo Lee Hunt (Joflower) 2016*

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