Chapter Fifteen - The Attraction

AN: There is a bxb relationship in this book. You can skip those chapters if you want, but I won't post warnings since they are simply part of the story.

The Attraction

Christopher's POV

"What are you?"

Roland frowns, his big hand clenching in my hair. "What do you mean?" There's an edge to his tone. A warning.

My throat constricts and I need to clear it before I can speak. "You have fangs and your eyes are glowing. Those aren't exactly human traits."

"You're mistaken," he dismisses. He gives my hair a soft tug, warning me again not to press.

"I'm not mistaken," I argue softly. His hand feels so good in my hair and my eyes grow heavy. Foolish. I should be scared. Yet the one emotion I don't feel is fear.

He's so close. Too close. A massive warm body of pure strength. I can't deny the attraction. It's intense. And I pray it's not just me. Something this strong can't be one sided. But I'm scared that it is. That the heat and sexual tension I feel is all in my head.

Never in my life have I wanted anything more than for this man to want me too. Human or not.

He shifts closer, guiding me towards him. Our bodies connect and the jolt I feel is like an electric shock wave through my system. Roland lets out a deep breath, as if he feels it too. I hope to god he does.

His head dips low, inches from my lips. "You are," he murmurs.

"I'm not." The words are meek, barely audible. But he hears it. I know he does because his eyes narrow to burning slits.

"Stubborn," he rumbles. His head descends and for one heart stopping moment I think he's going to kiss me. Instead he rubs his cheek and nose against the crook of my neck. His arm wraps around my waist and he hauls me closer, pressing us together fully.

"Roland..." My heart is slamming in my chest now. I can feel every hard ridge and dip of his strong body and the rush of arousal that follows is staggering.

He nuzzles the soft spot under my ear, breathing me in and rasping something in French. I feel his fangs graze my skin and strangely there's still no fear. Only anticipation. My eyes drift shut and on instinct I arch my neck, giving him better access. He takes it, his hot tongue trailing along my skin in one long slow lick.

I whimper, unsure and immensely turned on. It's obvious and my cheeks burn with the knowledge that he can probably feel it.

"Mon Dieu, you tempt me," he groans. The arm around my waist tightens, his other hand fisting my hair. His lips lock around the soft spot of my neck, sucking greedily. To my acute desire I feel his own arousal hard against my stomach. Big. Intimidating. Like the man.

I'm in way over my head. And I don't care. His greedy mouth is hard and punishing, his fangs scraping my tender skin. I know it'll leave a bruise and that thrills me even more.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize we're making out on my front lawn. That a neighbor could be watching. Or worse, my father. That someone may even call the police.

"Roland, s-stop."

He growls and at first I don't think he'll listen. Then he raises his head stiffly, staring down at me. He's so attractive in a purely masculine way it takes my breath way. His eyes are too chaotic for me to understand what he's feeling and I hope he doesn't think I'm rejecting him.

"I didn't want you to stop...it's just...It's not that I didn't like..." The words are a jumbled mess, breathless and husky. Could I sound any more desperate?

To my surprise he smirks. "Easily flustered, no?"

I blink. "You're very overwhelming."

His nostrils flare. "Am I?"

"And you're not human," I state shakily.

He stiffens, stepping back. I immediately miss the contact. "Enough."

"But..."

He gives me a dark look.

I stop, my teeth beginning to chatter from the cold. Without Roland's warmth I'm quickly losing feeling in my limbs. I was in such a hurry to escape my dad I didn't think about a jacket.

Roland notices, his arms wrapping around me again and tugging me close. "No jacket," he tisks.

"I wasn't thinking," I explain hoarsely. "I just wanted to get out."

That seems to anger him. He snarls, his eyes glazing over. His body starts to shake, riddled with tension. It's like he's struggling with himself.

Suddenly he snaps, "No!"

I know damn well he isn't talking to me.

Now I'm nervous...

Roland's POV

He's driving me mad. I want him. He's mine.

Claim him.

My fangs sharpen in my mouth, my eyes focusing on his neck. I can see his pulse hammering a wild tempo. I know he wants me. I can smell it. Moments ago I could feel it.

I'm going to snap.

Stepping back, I shove my hands into my pockets to keep them from reaching out for him. I'd devour this boy. Break him.

I need to walk away. Now.

No! Claim what is ours!

I won't.

I will not be denied what is mine!

To my shock my wolf tries to rise, nearly overtaking me with his ferocity. Never has he tried to overwhelm me before. At the last second I manage to hold him down. He fights me, slamming against the barrier of my mind.

Backing further away from Christopher I turn my back to him and clench my fists.

Control. I am the master. My wolf bows to me.

In this moment that hardly seems true. My wolf isn't backing down, growing more wild by the second. Now I understand how Alpha Liam and Jin feel. Their wolves were always underneath the surface, waiting for a moment of weakness.

It's insanity.

I need to get the hell away. With each inhale Christopher's scent assaults my mind. An earthy musk with hints of autumn and pure need.

Gnashing my teeth, I start to walk away. But the foolish boy grabs my arm.

"Wait!"

"What?" I grunt over my shoulder.

"You're just leaving?" His voice is laced with hurt and disappointment. It pulls at my heart in a way I can't handle.

"It's for the best," I reply curtly. My wolf is a roaring animal in my head. At this point I fear I may even turn. If that happens there would be no going back. The boy already suspects I'm not human.

"Don't you like me?" he asks softly.

That gets my attention. Even my wolf quiets at that. Only marginally. Enough for me to focus. I turn back to face him, taking in his disheveled hair and glazed eyes. There's a purple mark forming on his neck from my mouth. It excites me in a way that's far to primal.

He's staring back at me, squinting slightly. Despite the storm raging a war inside me I find it adorable as hell. Looking around I find his glasses and retrieve them. Walking back to Christopher I slip them on his nose. His eyes widen. They're deep brown and flooded with emotions. It's memorizing.

Exhaling loudly, I finally grate, "I don't like men." Even as I say the words I know it's a lie. Now more than ever.

Christopher looks down at my jeans pointedly, then raises a brow. "Um...are you sure?"

Damn it! I can't control my bodies reaction. Just his scent is enough to give me a hard on. Turning my head, I grumble, "It's complicated."

"Oh. Are you...like...in denial?"

Groaning, I rub a hand down my face in agitation. This boy. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"Christ," I mutter. Compared to me this boy is a child. Is this how Alpha Liam feels? At first I was pissed when Alpha advised us he would not claim Abigail fully due to her age. Now I understand completely. It was...wrong.

No!

"How old are you?" he asks awkwardly.

"A hell of a lot older than eighteen." By several centuries.

"Oh." He bows his head with a blush, his teeth worrying his bottom lip. I bite back a groan. Why did he have to do that?

Merde! Claim him!

My claws elongate as my wolf once again struggles to rise up. I shove my hands back into my pockets but it's too late. He's already seen.

"Are those claws?" he gasps.

"No," I bark.

He reaches out and grabs at my arm. "They were!" There isn't an ounce of fear. If anything he's seems fascinated.

I'm screwed.

Why does he have to be so damn...perfect? Even his awkwardness doesn't detract of his appeal. If anything it endeared him towards me even more.

He continues to pull on my arm. It doesn't move an inch. If I weren't so damn aroused and fighting my wolf I'd find it comical.

When I've had enough I growl softly, stopping him in his tracks. He tenses, looking back up at me. He's too close and not close enough. I want to press him against me. Hell, I want a lot more than that.

I need to stop thinking this way. I can't have him the way I want. He's too damn young. And he's human. Human meant mortal. Fragile. Forbidden.

We will turn him.

Possible exile aside I don't know if I can't take that risk. If he died in the process...

I can't even fathom that thought.

My wolf is right. He's mine.

Now claim him!

Not yet. Not when I'm so on edge. I can't risk hurting him. The memory of Abigail in such bad shape after being marked is still fresh in my mind. Her pale face. Her pain. I've never seen my Alpha so distraught. It nearly broke him.

Wiping a hand over my mouth I manage to rumble, "I need to leave." Glancing up at the house I feel a tinge of worry. "Is he going to try anything after I go?"

Christopher shakes his head. "He'll probably just pass out."

"Good." I hope the bastard never wakes up. I know if I catch him hurting my mate again I'll kill him. I give Christopher a stern look. "You call me if he does that again." It's an order and my tone broaches no argument.

"Okay," he breathes.

With one last lingering look I turn my back and walk away quickly. It's the hardest thing I've ever done in my life.

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Edit: For my re-readers out there I took out the wolf transformation from the end of this chapter. I decided to reveal it later in the book at a more epic moment!

AN: Hope you enjoyed the chapter! My werewolves are not typical as you now know, or already know if you've read my ICS series. The wolf transformations are mine. Please don't copy! I mean it! *evil eye*

Mon Dieu - My God.

Merde! - Shit/Crap!