Mature Eyes Immature Hearts
He kicks the door to his bedroom close and throws me onto the bed. I bounce up and down on the huge bed, staring up at him.
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Wouldn't you like to know?” he drawls playfully. “The real question is, what wouldn't I do to you, my love?”
He pounces, and I yelp and bound onto the other side of the bed. He looks up and predatory look enters his eyes, and his smile turns wicked.
“I thought we're doing a painting session?” I squeak, scanning the room for any possible area to escape.
Taking my eyes off him proves to be a mistake as he leaps gracefully out of the bed. I manage to jump to the other side of the bed in time...just barely.
“Well, then...take off all your clothes and model for me,” he suggests, his voice sounds amused.
“What??? Uh...now?”
“Or maybe we're skipping the painting part and doing what comes right after,” he adds with a widening smile.
Yikes! I walk slowly around the bed to the furthest side away from him. His eyes follow my movement with a watchful but playful and amused look. It reminds me of a big cat playing with its meal before the kill.
I think me running away from him just provokes his predatory nature, and him stalking me just triggers my flight instinct. I'm set on winning....I think.
I grin at him, showing my full set of pearly whites as we observe each other, trying to read each other's next move. I can feel his excitement growing at this cat and mouse game...as well as his hunger for me. That makes my stomach clenched in excitement.
“Wait till I get my hands on you,” he warns me, grinning wickedly.
“IF you ever get your hands on me,” I challenge him with a smirk.
“I take that as a challenge. You know how much challenges excite me, my love.”
“You know how good I am at running, my darling,” I return haughtily.
“Is that so?”
“Yes!”
I spring right over the bed as he leaps to my side and makes a grab for my waist. I manage to elude him again this time. I think he's just playing with me, though. We both know how fast he can be when he's really serious about it.
He smiles roguishly as he observes the distance between us. I tip my chin up and raise an eyebrow daringly at him. Ha!!! I know I'm losing, but I'd rather go down with style and spunk.
He looks like he's trying hard not to laugh at my audacity. He winks just before he dives to the right, and I run. At the last moment he turns the other way, and in a blink of an eye, he has me pinned to the wall with both my hands trapped in one of his above my head. Darn it!!!
“Gotcha!” he grins wolfishly down at me.
His silver-gray eyes darken in excitement. His warm breath is teasing my skin. My chest rises up and down as my heart beats fast and my breathing labored from the excitement of the chase. His thick sooty eyelashes fan downward as he stares down at my lips, then they go lower still to my rising and falling chest.
Men! They get distracted by breasts so easily. I try to take advantage of the situation by trying to jerk my hands out of his grip. No such luck! He's so strong. He just grins but keeps his eyes trained on my chest.
He leans in closer, his lips lightly graze my cheek and the shell of my ear. “You know how good I am at catching you, my darling...and you're not getting away from me,” he whispers. My heart beats faster and my stomach clenches deliciously with excitement and anticipation.
His hand comes up and starts to undo the button of my top slowly, one by one. His eyes watch the fabric part with every button he loosens with fascination. After he released the last button, his smoldering silver-gray eyes move up to meet mine. The hunger in his eyes is stark and unmistakable.
He never takes his eyes off me as he leans down between my breasts and slowly places his mouth there. He kisses my heated skin, then his tongue comes up to lick me softly. Oh, my good goddess. Explosions of pleasure burst from the touch of his mouth and tongue spread all over me. I arch my back and closed my eyes. Small sighs and moans escape my lips.
“Beautiful...” he whispers reverently against my skin as he moves his mouth upwards. I open my eyes to find his heavy-lidded gray eyes still watching me with fascination and passion. When his warm firm lips touch my neck, I'm lost again.
“Constantine...” I sigh breathlessly, and that seems to snap his control.
His mouth devours mine. His tongue tangles wildly with mine. Oh, the taste of him. I strain to get closer. He finally let go of my hand, and I run my fingers through his hair. My other hand slips underneath his shirt to roam the contours of his back and broad shoulders. I feel him shudders.
My top falls away and I vaguely aware of the feel of the soft fabric against my back as he lays me down on the bed. His hands are touching and kneading my body, making me lose all coherent thoughts. My whole body is engulfed in flames. His mouth on me does things that make me moan so loud.
He pushes himself up, kneeling on the bed with my body between his legs. He never takes his smoldering silver-gray eyes off me as he reaches behind his back, and in one swift motion, he tugs his shirt off. I gaze up at his glorious chest, then down to the ridges of his abs and lower. He unbuttons his jeans, and my eyes travel back all the way up to his half-lidded eyes.
He pulls both our jeans off, then he grins wickedly before pushes my legs open and kneels down.
“What are you...?” I start to ask. “Ohhh...” His magical mouth is devouring me. I think I'm phasing. My eyes are turning black. I think the Earth shakes.
Then he comes up, and his shiny black eyes are looking back into mine. His lips parted to show his sharp canines just before his lips cover mine. I moan and grip his back when he enters me. “You are mine. All of you belong to me.”
***
“No, mom I didn't do it,” I mumble, pulling the blanket back over my head.
I hear a chuckle. “Do what, exactly?” Someone is pulling the blanket back down.
Oh Gosh! It's too early for this. My brain doesn't work properly in the morning.
“Whatever it is...not my fault.... I swear, I didn't do it,” I mumble out again, trying to pull the blanket right over my head again.
My pillow shakes with laughter. I groan and lift my head up to look into Constantine's beautiful icy gray eyes that are lit up with amusement.
My first thought is: nope, definitely not my mom. Not unless my mom turned into a hot god-like Adonis with sexy morning stubble and messy hair and hard body overnight.
Yikes! My brain is broken.
Second thought is: oh no, I can't be mated to one of those annoying morning people, or lycans.
“I'm sorry, I will have to let you go,” I mutter sleepily as I lie my head back down on a real pillow this time. I try to turn my body away from him, but he just tightens his grip on my waist.
“Oh no, you don't,” he says. “Sweetheart, I didn't realize how hard it is to wake you up in the morning.”
“Uummm..hmmm...mmm,” I mumble. What I meant to say was, “Go away. Let me lie in peace, or else I might have to kill you.” Yeah, I'm grumpy in the morning.
Everything was quiet and peaceful for a while until I feel his hand spreading over my stomach. Then his lips are peppering tiny kisses along my shoulder and neck.
Ummm....well, hello.
***
“So....how did your painting session go last night?” asks Caspian with a mischievous smile. In front of him is a plateful of pancakes, sausages, hash browns, and scrambled eggs. He's only in his cotton pajama pants that hang low on his hips today. It's already after ten, Sunday morning.
Lazarus walks in behind me. “Very well, by the sound of it,” Lazarus deadpans.
Caspian's hand quickly comes up to cover his mouth, but not before a choke of laughter escaped.
“Shut up, guys!” I poke my tongue out as my face is flooded with color.
Lazarus is followed by Serena who slaps his behind playfully, though her eyes twinkle with mirth. Both of them are already showered and dressed. Looks like Caspian and I are the only two who are not morning people or rather lycans in this house.
I'm also still in my pajamas, except that I had put Constantine's big bathrobe on before I came out of the room. Constantine was still in the shower when I followed my nose down to the kitchen where I smelled food.
Duncan is behind the stove with his earphone on, listening to his iPod. I can actually hear the song that he's listening to. It's Starboy by The Weeknd. He's cheerfully singing and dancing to the song while pouring the batter of pancakes onto the skillet.
Oh Gosh! He really can't sing, and he's a terrible dancer. The man makes good pancakes, though. Yes, very good pancakes, I decide as I steal another forkful from Caspian's plate.
“Good morning,” greets Constantine as he wraps his arms around me and nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck from behind. He's shaven off his stubble. I really don't mind it, I think Constantine with stubble looks hot.
“Good morning...though you sounded like you had a great night too,” quips Caspian.
I can feel Constantine smile against my neck. So I drag Caspian's whole plate in front of me and start to feed Constantine his breakfast too.
“Oh, great! Now you took my whole plate,” complains Caspian, raising his hands up in defeat. That's what he gets for teasing me non-stop this morning.
Duncan keeps his out of tune singing and peculiar dancing while serving everybody breakfast.
“You did good,” I squeeze Serena's hand. “You hired a good cook and provide us free entertainment too.”
Serena bursts out laughing while the three men groan in unison.
***
We decided that I should move in today. Lazarus, Serena, and Caspian decided to help as well.
Constantine drives Lazarus's Range Rover with me in the passenger seat so that we have enough space to put my worldly possession in. Caspian is forced to drive his Audi when he lost an argument with Serena who refused to crouch in the back seat of his flashier Porsche.
We managed to pack all my things in luggage and boxes in no time...well, right after Serena and I kicked Caspian out of my room. He seemed too happy and too distracted by my underwear drawer, even Constantine started to get irritated with him. Gosh, he's such a kid! Sometimes I'm worried about him.
The lycans are all so strong, they carried everything as if they weighed nothing, and we finished in no time at all.
It's kinda sad to see my room bare of all my belongings. I suppose it has to happen at some point.
“My baby is all grown up,” says mom as we get downstairs with the last box of my things.
“Aww, mom...”
“You're not too far away. You come back often, you hear?” She squeezes me in a big bear hug.
I don't have a lot of stuff. We only brought my clothing, toiletries, books, painting equipment, and shoes. I still left a few things in my old bedroom. I can visit my parents anytime I want.
***
“Just leave everything there, sunshine. The staff will be here tomorrow to put everything away,” says Constantine as I look around his walk-in closet. It's bigger than the size of my old bedroom and very well organized. I can see that he cleared more than half the space for me.
“I'll just do what I can, for now, then I'll let them put everything else away. Besides, I need to know where everything is to get ready for school tomorrow.”
“Okay then.” He kisses my cheek. “Come downstairs when you're done. I think Caspian is killing everybody with his version of Karaoke, and Duncan seems very eager to join in once he's done cooking dinner.”
“Oh, good Lord,” I groan. May goddess help us all.
“We might need your help to put an end to this madness,” he grins.
As soon as he leaves, I open a small box that I had been keeping in my underwear drawer in my old room. Inside, is some money. One hundred and twenty-three dollars and fifty cents. That's what's left from the sale of my painting. I have another one hundred and fifty dollars that I saved from my allowances. Two hundred and seventy-three dollars and fifty cents. That's the amount that I have to my name in this world. I slip the money into my school bag. I have a plan for this money.