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WARNING: Lime! No one under 17 Please! Bad words edited out.Chapter
Four: Who the Smile Are You?
Marie moved restlessly as
awareness slowly dawned. She tried to hug the pillow under her cheek
closer to her, seeking the darkness of oblivion once more, but the
pillow was firmly lodged under her. She felt something warm and heavy
cuddling against her, and she sighed dreamily, half-asleep. A warm
breath touched her neck, making goose-bumps arch across her skin. She
smiled faintly. Wolf... A fuzzy picture of silver and gold flashed
through her mind, and one hand absently groped for thickened
fur.
Only to find hard muscle.
Something was wrong.
Blinking sleepily, she stared down. A long, sinewy arm laid
possessively across her curled arm and waist, long fingers draped
across her flat abdomen.
Marie blinked.
She was out
of the bed in a flash, her feet tangling in the sheets so that the
graceful jump turned into a disheveled thud as her bottom hit the
floor. Curling tendrils of blond hair obscured her vision, and she
angrily swept them aside as she scooted on her butt away from the
bed.
The man laid in her bed, his hips swathed in her
blankets, the hard planes of his muscular chest starkly contrasting
to the blue sheets around him. Brilliantly white hair was cut in a
simple military style, a white tail hinting from the side. Yellow
eyes stared at her as a firm mouth curved faintly in a smile.
"WHO
THE (smile) ARE YOU?" Marie screamed.
The man winced at
the sound even as his eyes narrowed.
"WHERE THE HELL IS
MY WOLF!" Small hands gripped into fists, and she launched
herself at him, snarling in sudden anger and fear.
The man
gripped her shoulders in a steely hold even as one small fist hit him
in the gut, the other weakly fanning across his cheek. Marie
screamed, right in his face, even as he growled and rolled them over
in a swift move.
"Stupid woman." The rugged voice
hissed against her ear, and Marie tensed, arching her back. She
struggled for a moment, but stopped as soon as minute pressure on the
back of her head told her where THAT was going to take her.
"Shut
up. Do you want to bring someone in here?" The harsh voice
hissed again, as the weight on her hips firmed.
Well, duh!
That's the idea! Her brain screamed back at him. She allowed a
hissing snarl to pass out of her lips, and grew angrier as a quiet
laugh heated across her neck.
"You're a feisty little
(thing), aren't you?"
Something casually swatted against
her temple, and Marie moaned helplessly as darkness suddenly overtook
her, her body going limp as her mind swam away from
consciousness.
...............................................
Dark
lashes fluttered against her cheek as Marie slowly regained
awareness. Numbed nerves sent sharp tingles throughout her abused
body, and she let out a weak groan that turned into a muffled gasp as
her dry mouth felt the fisted cloth that held it open. Her tongue,
swollen and dry, worked against the cloth as her blue eyes flew open
in panic.
The man stood casually against the wall by her
broke-opened bedroom door, arms crossed and yellow eyes intensely
watching her. Fire spat from her blue eyes as she realized just how
helpless she had been made.
Marie stilled, blue eyes widening further as they followed the muscle up.
He was completely, stark-raving, bare-(booty) naked!
Lashes closed and she shook her head as a muffled scream came from her lips. The terror she felt now was nothing like last night's, when a stranger stalked her in the shadows and a wolf had jumped in to rescue her. Wolf! Where was her Wolf! What had the sadistic bastard done with her Wolf? She moaned in anguish, calling his name as tears fell down out of her tightly-closed eyes.
The man was suddenly standing above her, one strong hand cupping the side of her face, a calloused finger stroking the wetness from her cheek. Marie shook her head furiously, trying to dislodge the tender caress, hating him more for that indignity than any other. The hand firmed on her cheek, and she shivered.
"You are so passionate." The heated whisper blazed against her bared shoulder as the man knelt behind her. "I would never expect a human to have..."
His words trailed off, and Marie shook her head again, even as her numbed muscles protested as she tried to roll away from the man.
"I
am stronger than you. Your struggles are futile---and grow tedious."
He growled at her, impatience and warning roughening the commanding
voice.
Tears brightened Marie's intensely blue eyes as her
mind screamed at her to fight and her exhausted body betrayed her by
sagging tiredly against the hard hold he had on her.
"Better."
Triumph glinted in the gold, and Marie's eyes narrowed as fury
swamped her mind, taking control over her traitorous body. Nerves
screamed in pain as she bucked helplessly against him, seeking any
way to worm out of his tightened hold.
A familiarly deep,
menacing growl froze her, and Marie's eyes widened in shock as the
man bared his teeth, sharp fangs glinting in the faint daylight that
peaked across her shaded window.
Wolf?
The molten
gold of his eyes calmed as he saw her sudden puzzlement. Arms
tightened their hold around her as another faint laugh tickled across
her skin. Marie's eyes flicked across his face, seeking traces of her
silver savior in the hard, all-too-human face. Only the flash of
sharpened canines and the intense gold of his eyes betrayed the
man.
A question formed as a muffled hint in her dry throat,
and the man nodded, once, sharply.
"I am Tsume." He
said, his shoulders tense as he waited for her response. He watched
the play of emotions in her deeply blue eyes, the shock and
frightened recognition fading into wonder and curiousity, then
darkening into a tentative acceptance.
"I am a wolf."
His voice was steel under velvet. "You cleaned the wound on my
foreleg." His left arm twitched, and Marie's eyes focused on the
faint, red welt that stained across the muscled shoulder, inches
above the red pattern of marks from her own bite. That, if nothing
else, told her that what this man said was true.
Blinking,
she slowly nodded, her tongue working drily against the gag that
silenced her questions. The curiosity glowed in her eyes, and
Wolf---Tsume---let out an impatient sigh.
"I can assume
the guise of a human." He said. Marie shook her head, her open
lips working against the gag. Gold eyes glared at her even as the arm
around her legs slipped away to touch the corner of her gag. "You
will not scream." He warned her in a low growl.
Marie
shook her head, making blond tendrils curl over her cheeks at the
negative movement. Fingers paused for a breath's second, and then
gripped the cloth stuffing and pulled it out to toss it aside. Marie
gasped in the fresh air greedily, and the arm supporting her back
tightened as she coughed weakly. Her tongue worked around her mouth,
saliva wetting the caked dryness of her inner gums.
"I
would not have gagged you, but you would not have listened."
Tsume's apology was hardly worth the label, but it was all she would
get from him.
A tongue flicked out, wetting dry lips as Marie
said in a hoarse whisper. "Wolf...I was worried about
Wolf."
Gold eyes stared at her.
Marie's throat
worked convulsively, before she said in whispered wonder. "You're
really him?"
A sharp nod.
"H-How...?"
The eyes narrowed, and she nodded in return, not wanting to push him.
But she had to know why.
"Why...why did you rescue me?
Last night?" She couldn't take her eyes off of him.
Her
only answer was the flash of sharp teeth in a soft growl, and a
rippling shrug that sent her tensed nerves tingling in contact with
the muscled movement. She couldn't stop the quiver that ran through
her, and she moved slightly in his lap.
Get
a hold of yourself, Degre! She told herself sternly, still not
meeting his eyes. She couldn't stop the warm glow that settled in her
stomach, or the tingling of her nerves as she became conscious of
every inch of contact between them.
Thin nostrils flared as
Tsume took in her scent, and a rumble ran deep from his throat. His
eyes glowed as he studied the woman held tightly in his arms. A
tendril of blond hair curled over one side of her forehead and down
her delicate jaw-line, the pale cheeks were flushed and warm, and her
lashes fluttered as she kept her gaze down and away from his. Muscles
flexed across his strong back, and his hips shifted minutely. Eyes
gleaming, he waited.
Marie shivered again as his hips flexed.
She needed to get her mind off of that hard heat below her, and fast!
It had been far too long since a man had held her...years, really.
Not since the messy breakup with Jasen that first year in college had
she even thought about a man in...that...way.
She bit her
lip, and could only think, "Er...thank you. For helping me..."
Her eyes flicked upwards to see his expression, and she froze at the
molten blaze that intensified the gold in them. Her eyes flicked down
to his hard lips, and she could feel the soft rumble from deep in his
chest. Desire softened her body, and a small, pink tongue darted out
to lick dry lips.
His hard mouth was suddenly on hers, and
Marie's mind whirled into hot desire as he crushed her small body to
his...