07/21/13- Hey guys! I just wanted to edit this chapter before I post the new one that I'm working on. Stay tuned for a new chapter!
She sat alone in the cave the night after her confrontation with Michael. She had immediately brushed off any signs of concern from the boys and instead had made her way into the cave and straight to her bed. She slept fitfully that night. Images and scenarios of what could have happened to Sam plagued her dreams. No one had stirred any of the times she had either woken up screaming or gasping for air. She was thankful for it. She didn't need to talk or at least didn't want to. She was exhausted through and through and had told the boys that much when they had woken her up a few hours ago.
She had politely asked one of them to bring her back something to eat but had declined going with them to the boardwalk or any of the other places they thought they might go. Marko had spent a few minutes trying to convince her that an hour or two on the beach would do her some good but after a few minutes he had realized she was too exhausted to fight with him about it.
They had finally left her in peace, David dragging Star behind him like a dog on a leash. Bekah was glad to see her go and couldn't hold back the disgusted curl in her lips as Star had passed by her to leave.
She knew deep down that it wasn't all Star's fault, but Star had definitely had a part in leading her twin on and encouraging his reckless and selfish behavior. If there was anything Bekah knew from the time she had spent in Santa Carla, it was that her four most trusted friends were to be feared. You could see the fear in the eyes of the people on the boardwalk as they passed by. They were not to be trifled with.
And Michael was certainly trifling. One side of her feared she wouldn't be able to protect him if he continued to try David's patience, but the other side, the darker side of her, wanted to see Michael get what he deserved. The warring emotions inside of her were getting the best of her.
She could barely focus on Dwayne's old copy of Dracula as she sat curled on the sofa in the main opening of the cave. The night was particularly cold and the wind blew in just the right angle to stir the fires the boys had lit before they left. The fleece blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders was barely keeping her warm.
But as she thought about everything going on in her life, the cold didn't seem to bother her. Every now and again she would get the urge to cry but every time the feeling passed. Her emotions were going in too many directions to even comprehend. She felt like she was being ripped down the middle.
She shifted at the sound of footsteps from the mouth of the cave and looked up to find Dwayne standing at the top. She eyed him curiously for a second and watched as he held up what looked like a to-go bag of food, as if answering her question as to why he was back at such an early hour of the night.
She dropped her eyes to the book in her lap and carefully folded the corner of the page she was on before softly placing the book aside. By the time she looked up, Dwayne was standing in front of her.
"Thank you," she said as she watched him place the bag of food in front of her on the table. She made no move to grab it even as he settled onto the couch next to her. She twiddled with her thumbs for a few seconds before finally looking over at him.
His stare was cold and steadfast, willing her to start talking. And they both knew she would because no one could stand to be under Dwayne's penetrating gaze for long.
"I don't know what to do," she whispered. She looked away from Dwayne quickly, no longer able to stare into his emotionless eyes. "I can't…" she trailed off and clenched her teeth as a silent tear started to make its way down her cheek. She brushed it away quickly, wishing Dwayne had not been there to see it. "I can't leave Sam there. Not in that place. He's still too young. He doesn't deserve to go through all of that."
She turned further away from Dwayne as her thoughts continued. "But I can't stay there in that house either. I can't let them belittle me everyday like they do. They can't forgive me for something I haven't even done! I can't be the scapegoat. But I can't let Sammy be either." She stood from the couch, as her voice grew stronger, pacing the length of the floor in front of the broken fountain.
"I could get a job and an apartment!" She said hopefully, her mind conjuring up an image of a small apartment by the beach. "Sam could come live with me. I could take care of him." She could imagine the warm wind on her face as she walked the beach, laughing with Sammy. "But then I would have to leave here." The hope left her voice again. "And this is my home now. The four of you have cared for me more than my own flesh and blood…" She trailed off again. She seemed to be doing that more and more these days.
"Bekah."
She was startled to find Dwayne standing right behind her and pulled the blanket closer to herself for comfort. She was afraid of what he might say, of what he might think of her.
"You belong here." He said sternly. The words sounded like they were more of a demand than a statement. And his eyes had taken on that predatory, dominant look again. He reached up and not so gently tangled his hand in her hand.
She held her breath, waiting for his next move.
He jerked her closer to him by her hair until there was barely even space left between their bodies.
She hissed at the pain in her scalp for barely a second before her breath was taken away again.
His soft, beautiful plump lips gently pressed into her ear, his cold breath on the sensitive skin made her shiver and arch her back.
"You belong here," he whispered, "with me".
She couldn't catch her breath even if she wanted to. The air felt like it was stuck in her chest even as her lungs burned for oxygen. All she could think about was his next move. If something would actually come of this moment unlike the moment last night.
The grip in her hair softened as he slowly pulled her head away from him. The raw emotion she saw swimming in his black eyes was enough to make her release the breath she had been holding. She wasn't certain what she was seeing in his eyes. Lust? Want? Dominance? Whatever it was, it was all right there in his eyes and it pulled her in, threatened to drown her. And she watched, as if out of her own body, as he pulled her closer to him, more gently than he ever had before.
She sucked in a breath right before she knew his lips would come crashing down on hers. And they did. Their lips crashed together like a title wave as if neither of them could hold it back any longer. The grip he had of hair tightened and his other hand fell on the small of her back, pulling her closer into him, smashing her against his body.
She clawed at his shoulders, a moan escaping her mouth as he bit down on her lower lip. She welcomed the sensation as her own tongue darted out to run against his upper lip, the softness of it almost driving her crazy. The feel of his hard body against hers was enough to have her panting. The fire in stomach was so strong it scared her.
His mouth left hers just as their tongues were starting to battle and she gasped when she felt his teeth lightly run down the length of her neck, a sensation she had never felt before.
She pressed her body as close to his as she could, wanting, needing, more. Her fingers gripped his vest in a tight grip as his tongue slowly lapped at the spot where her neck and shoulder met. The lust and pure, raw feeling she felt for him in the moment fueled her confidence and she tugged as his vest, trying to slip it from his arms as he sucked at her neck.
His hands flew up with speed she didn't know was possible and locked her wrists together. He pulled her mouth away from her neck and looked down at her as he straightened to his full height.
She started at the look in his eyes, which was even more intense than before. She tried not to show her fear or the pain she was feeling from her wrists but was sure he had caught a glimpse of it.
With the same speed he had broken their gaze and wrapped his large hands around her thighs in another strong grip. He lifted her off her feet and without thinking she wrapped her legs around his waist. She knew he could feel her burning desire for him through thin fleece pajama pants and blushed red at the thought.
He began to walk to what she was assumed was the nearest bed but her thoughts suddenly turned else where as once again her confidence was ignited. The friction between them as he walked was enough for her to let out another moan a few seconds later. She latched her mouth on his ear lob, sucking there for a few seconds before moving on his neck. She nipped lightly and hoped she was doing something right as Dwayne's chest rumbled with a growl. She slid her tongue around the light mark before once again nipping, this time harder.
She yelped in surprise as she was thrown, with force, backwards. Her body bounced as it hit the mattress and once she settled her eyes couldn't leave Dwayne as he stared at her from the end of the bed. For a few seconds she could have sworn they were glowing yellow or maybe even red, but then he was on the bed with her, hovering over her.
She shivered violently when he ran a hand down her arm and then brought it back up again, taking a hold of it and pulling her up. She complied but at the same time moved her hands to remove his vest again. This time it fell easily from his shoulders and she carelessly tossed it off the bed.
His own fingers latched on to the bottom of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head to reveal nothing underneath. She heard him growl again before his hand roughly pushed her back into the mattress.
She literally cried out when the wet mouth latched on to her breast, lapping and sucking. She was ready to burst with all the pleasure flowing through her.
He focused on her breasts for a few minutes and she knew he was enjoying torturing her as she moaned and writhed helplessly beneath him. Her breath quickened when he felt his hands hook into the elastic of her fleece pants and she looked down to find him watching her as he nipped her breast and then slowly began sliding her pants down. He followed them down nipping and licking as he went down her body until he dropped her pants and underwear over the edge of the bed.
She panted as she looked at him, sitting back on his heels at his feet, his eyes roaming her body. She shivered at the loss of contact and it seemed to break him out of his thoughts.
He reached both hands out and roughly pushed her legs apart, his eyes still locked on hers. He was a blur as he moved.
"Fuck," she shouted as his plump lips found there way to her bundle of nerves and he plunged a finger inside of her. The two sensations together alone were almost enough to drive her over the edge and she balled the comforter in her hands tightly.
As he continued with his ministrations, she found her own hand gripped at her hair and her hips moving in time with his mouth and fingers. She couldn't seem to control her body as the pleasure built inside of her. She wasn't even paying attention as he moved his own hand down to unbuckle his belt and slowly move his pants further down his hips.
Just as she was about to reach her peak and the sounds of her moans echoed through the cave, his mouth and his fingers were gone all at the same time. However, she barely had enough time to think or even breath as suddenly he was over her again and slamming inside her with such a force that she buried her teeth in his bare shoulder and fell over the magical cliff he had just built up for her.
As she came down from her high and removed her teeth from his shoulder she could have sworn she tasted blood but as she looked to see if she had hurt him there were no open wound.
It was soon forgotten as he began to thrust first slowly and confidently and then harder and harder. Her nails dug into his back and she arched into him, meeting him for every thrust.
He moaned loudly as she tightened her muscles around him and he reached up a hand to grip the headboard of the bed, the wood almost breaking under his death grip. He turned his head skyward as his eyes began to glow and his face began to change. It took him some time to will it away before he could look back down at Bekah again, watching as she panted beneath him, her breasts rising and following with the motion. He increased his thrusts until he could feel her tightening around him even more and then bit harshly at her neck.
A stream of profanities flowed from her lips as she came again and he followed soon after, his grip finally breaking the wood of the headboard in two.