“What?” I asked. I was careful to express any emotion around him because he took everything and fucking ran with it. I am not even joking, one time I told him I had a headache and he showed up that night with four different types of pain medications.
His blonde hair, a honey color with copper undertones, glinted under the candlelight in the stone cell filled hallway. Without another thought, he tugged me into my cell and closed the door so that we were completely alone. Which was bad because I had always been attracted to him and being alone only made it worse. Even right now he was attractive despite wearing his dark uniform, gun, and full vest covering his muscular chest. My eyes moved down to the handcuffs on his belt. If they didn’t zap my magic I would almost suggest using them on me… in bed, of course.
Yeah this was a problem. I could imagine just what those shoulders would feel like under my fingers as he fucked me, gripping my hair and biting along my neck. His wolf was absolutely savage and I had many dreams where his magic had swept into my subconscious, urging me to bare my neck so that his elongated teeth could mark me. Right now, Vaughn’s teeth looked normal and I was thankful for that because I really didn’t trust myself.
I sort of had a thing for scary monsters. You know sharp teeth and a bloodlust? Yeah. That was my type.
“You have to be more careful, don’t underestimate Kyle, he could easily find a way to have you killed,” His voice was soft as he approached, his large hands grasping my shoulders.
I offered a cruel smirk, “I’ll be just fine Vaughn, thanks for your concern but it's a bit late.” I tugged away from him, or tried to, his hands tightening around me.
“Let go,” I hissed feeling furious.
“No,” He stated softly his eyes turning darker as his wolf let out a small rumble. “I don’t want it to be like this Valentina, I am trying the best I can to figure something out.”
“I didn’t ask you to figure anything out,” I reminded the man while I straightened myself up. “You asked me why the fuck I was here and I told you. End of fucking story.”
He grunted and pulled me closer, burying his nose in my neck causing me to grow wet as my core clenched, “Why would I want you to stay in this fucking place? I’ve tried appealing for it without coming off as it being suspicious, but it’s a bit fucking difficult considering the bastard is on the Wicked Blaze board.”
On the Earth realm, the two of us had gone to school together and if I remember correctly he had been a senior when I was a sophomore. He’d been someone all of the younger girls fantasized about and I would freely admit I had found him attractive, but we had never become close. He had disappeared, apparently here, sometime between my grandparents dying and Drake taking custody of Clara and me. I snarled at Drake’s name running through my thoughts. I would fucking kill him.
I had been able to ignore Vaughn for a bit but when he eventually caught up to me, he had forced me to explain everything and so I fucking did. I told him how Drake killed my little sister because I refused to use my magic to do his bidding and so he got me tossed in here on an arson charge. So you can imagine that hearing he was a shareholder in this private prison came as a bit of a shock.
I froze and pulled back slightly, “What?”
His jaw clenched, the tattoos that looked new on his skin, shifting under his magic, along his neck. I reached up without meaning to, his cheek leaning into my hand as a soft rumble came from him. It was so easy between the two of us. Well except for the fact that I was livid right now. It didn’t take away from the natural comfort though. I should run the fuck away from the man. It was only made worse that he was so affectionate and sexy. Like right now, somehow he had already worked me close enough that I could easily kiss him. I wanted to. Really fucking bad. Which was why I needed space.
“Drake has a share in this place, he pretty much fucking runs it from afar.” He stated softly his forehead pressing to mine. I deflated slightly understanding a bit more about why it was difficult to appeal fucking anything. Drake wanted me dead and his secret buried. My hands twisted his shirt slightly as I looked up into his gaze, those blue eyes dipping to my lips.
“Vaughn,” I warned quietly as his wolf let out a low rumble in his throat and he walked me backwards, my form hitting the solid stone. I could feel how hard he was as his hips pinned me to the surface and a low growl broke through his lips. I resisted the urge to rub against him because I knew it wouldn’t help anything and would probably result in me getting fucked up against this wall.
Honestly, that was starting to sound like a great idea.
“Valentina,” He murmured, “I can’t keep living with you ignoring and avoiding me like this. Please, sweetheart? You fucking know I am trying to get you out of here, but don’t punish me by ignoring me. I’m going crazy here. You’re my goddamn mate. Why the fuck would I want you here?”
That was the crazy. Right there. He claimed I was his mate. Why the fuck did he think I was avoiding him? I had trust issues. I know, shocking. I shivered as his lips trailed down my neck, my body lighting up at the prospect of how much pleasure I knew he could probably offer. I placed a hand on his chest to distance myself slightly.
“I have to ignore you,” I whispered honestly, “and not because of getting out or anything like that, I have to ignore you because you’re a fucking guard, Vaughn. We can’t be together and you fucking know it…” I mean, not that I wanted to be with him...
“Why?” He demanded his eyes darkening, “I know plenty of guards who fuck inmates.”
The comment stung and I felt my temper flare-up.
I growled and pushed him off me, searing his vest slightly, “Get the fuck out.”
“Valentina,” He spoke in a low growl, “I didn’t mean it like that.”
I went and wrapped my hands around the bars looking out, leaning against them as the cold air brushed against my warm skin, “I don’t care how you fucking meant it. Why don’t you go fuck some random inmate? Seems like it's not a big deal around here.” I needed him out of my fucking space before I did something stupid.
His shadow wrapped around me and I resisted the urge to lean back into him. Instead, he grasped both of my wrists gently, pulling them behind my back and stepping into me. I tensed at the feel of how large and hard he was against my ass and I had no idea why but the feel of his gun and vest against my back was turning me on. Talk about some fucked up priorities. The bigger issue? I wanted him to touch me like this. Needed it. There wasn’t anything I found unattractive about him and a man without faults was a dangerous fucking thing. He was loyal, intelligent, hot as fuck, and a sarcastic asshole. I didn’t even mind how overbearing he was and I knew he was to blame for most of the guards leaving me alone. Not that I would ever admit any of this to him.
When the door opened, I knew it was Dimitri from the scent of blood and leather that he seemed to carry with him. My toes curled in response to his nearness and I made a soft frustrated noise at not being able to see him. Instantly Vaughn tensed and pulled away, a low growl leaving his throat. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, Dimitri walked up to me and turned me so he could look over my expression before his jaw clenched and he looked down slightly at Vaughn. Don’t get me wrong, Vaughn wasn’t short at nearly 6’3 but not many people stood taller than Dimitri.