Chapter 5: An Even Bigger Pest
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Dyson had not heard back from Ana since she left the Dal, three days ago. He had never felt anxiety like this. Even his worries for Bo did not compare to what he felt right now. Every seconds of these three days, he had been reliving that kiss. He remembered the way she touched, the softness of her lips, and the way she smelled of lilacs and fresh sunlight. He had expected ice with the way she acted to those around her. He knew now, though. She was just like him, with urges and tendencies. She had been able to deny the attraction that existed in between them. Dyson mentally slapped himself. Snap out of it man! Bo would surely kill him and Ana if she knew about this. Succubi aren't great partners for a reason. They tended to get very…possessive. But he could not separate his ties with her, no matter what Trick wanted. He felt something for the both of them, and the more he thought about, the more he wished he could physically harm himself. This was infidelity no matter how he saw. Exhausted, he collapsed onto his bed. Why can't there be a book to all of this?
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Saying that she only had a headache after a three day summit was the understatement of the year. She had been hauled after the incident in the Dal by her brother to headquarters where she was thoroughly…reprimanded. How dare they! Did they really think that I, of all people, would willingly break the rules? Her gave wavered a little and her eyes prickled. No, she of all people could not let her desires loose, no matter how much it hurt. She did not live only for herself, but others also depended on her and her success. But his lips were so soft! He had the scent that every male should embody. A clean, crisp scent that reminded of her homeland and its trees. When she was in his arms, she had felt safer and peaceful than she had in the last century. She mentally slapped herself. Ana, get a hold of yourself! He. Is. Bo's. Ana knew that. In fact, she knew everything. Every nook and cranny of time and space, yet she is unable to control her own fate. Sighing, she stepped out spread her wings. It had been a long time since she had been able to fully expand them. With a leap, she fell forward and down to Earth, down to Dyson.
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Dyson saw her the moment he had walked into the room. Her bright hair was up in a high pony, her shift dress clinging deliciously around her lithe frame. Her lips were a pouty pink, but it looked like she was having trouble with the resident playboy. Sneaking up behind her, he covered her eyes and nuzzled her neck while glaring at the other man. A growl rose up involuntarily. He could smell her shampoo. Lavender. Quickly, he spun her around so that she was not held flushed against him.
"Darling," he rumbled. "Did you wait long?"
Ana caught quickly and replied, "I did…how are you going to repay me?"
"Any way you want," Dyson whispered into her ear. He felt her shiver for a moment.
"Oh, darling," she exclaimed. "I was just talking to Fredrick here. Did you know that he is a photographer for a fashion magazine?"
Fashion magazine, huh? Fashion my ass.
"Dyson."
"Fredrick."
"So, what were you guys talking about?"
"Oh, I, uh, well," Fredrick stammered. "We were t-talking about some modeling gigs that Ana here would be perfect for."
"Modeling, huh," Dyson said. "Why didn't you say so? She is up for anything. I can personally attest to that…right love?"
Dyson softly bit Ana's ear lobe. Ana gasped at the action, but didn't shy away or mention anything. Flustered and awkward, Fredrick hurriedly rushed off, leaving the two of them alone.
Still against his body, Ana stammered, "Y-you know. You didn't have to do that. I could have h-handled him."
"Yes," Dyson murmured, "But that wouldn't have been NEARLY as much fun as what we're doing now."
"And what are we doing now?"
"I don't know… you tell me."
Dyson moved closer so he could see her eyes. They were filled with intense emotions. He could see lust, desire, but also something else. Something that he couldn't quite get. He was so close. Those pale, soft pillows were right in front of him, taunting him to feel them with his own. Bo was still in the back of his mind. She was screaming to him to stop. But he couldn't. What would the wolf man do right now? He would fight back and do what was right. But that wasn't who he was right now. He was Dyson and he succumbed.
A/N: Hi everyone! You guys had no idea how hard it was to not right in "I" or "we". I had just finished writing my other fanfic and that story was in first person. As you can see, I have decided to diverge my story from the tv series plot line. I have also decided to not change it to T and keep it at M because there will be lovely surprise for all of you a bit later. Hint hint wink wink. Anyways, I would like to give a shout out to Supernatural Believer for replying to my "call for help" as I like to say. You gave the motivation to start it again so thank you very much. I hope you enjoyed the cliffy and until next time! XXO