Chapter Four
Maggie was sitting against the headboard reading a book, she looked lovely with her auburn hair hanging in lazy curls down her shoulders, her soft sorrel eyes moving left to right left to right as she read, she put a finger to her bottom lip, caught up in the novel and then her parted lips bowed in a smile.
"Good book?" He asked and her eyes rose to meet his. The book fell from her hands. Forgotten.
"You look sad." She said, the smile fading from her face. The lamplight lit her fair skin like moonlight and he could see her pulse speed, her veins glowing softly against her skin. He shook his head from side to side, pushing away the lingering melancholy and the realisation that he would soon have to say goodbye.
"I've come to say good night." He said but remained standing by the door.
"Good night." She said her eyes never once leaving his.
His strong, bold and sweet human soulmate. For all her softness the woman had a will of steel. "Why don't you come and say good night properly?" She suggested her ginger brows arching.
He was tempted and he could feel his eye teeth sharpen behind his closed mouth. "I don't trust myself right now." He whispered.
Oh. Maggie's cheeks suffused with colour.
It was the first night in a new house, she had Delos hadn't shared a room and until now they had never had the opportunity to. There was plenty of room on the Queen sized bed for the both of them . She was wearing a floral print pyjama top and grey sleep shorts, things that she had hastily taken from her closet before she had run away from home. She began to tug on a button on her shirt, suddenly self-conscious of how young she must have looked.
What didn't he trust himself not to do, she wondered with fear and hope as the butterflies fluttered irrepressibly in her chest.
Her eyes moved away from his, they had taken on an eerie sheen until it looked as if a torch was shining through yellow crystal, she looked at his mouth instead, the full sensuous lips that seemed even more enticing than even a moment before. She knew what he was hiding behind those lips, two milky-white sabres, his animal teeth made to pierce and rip.
"Delos…" She whispered but couldn't think of how to say all that she desired from him.
"Good night, Maggie." Delos said and exited the room quickly, closing the door between them and then sagging against it. His body was on fire with need and more need. Maggie was in danger from him. It was just another reason to say goodbye..
Miss S
