Chapter 87
MIRO
My heart began to thud faster as the feel of her body against mine set a forbidden fire in my consciousness. Shaking my head, I took deep breaths, ignoring the urge to hold her tighter against my body.
Every step up the stairs became a battlefield of my will against the desires of my wolf. By the time I got to her room, I already had a raging hard-on and my wolf didn't help matters by planting mental images of how he wants her in my head.
"Stop." I whispered out loud, as I entered her room, being careful not to hit her head. When I got to her bed and gently laid her down, I stayed still, bending over her body. Her face was inches from mine, her slightly open lips so inviting that I had to swallow, to keep my desi Her breasts. Gods! Her huge breasts were inches away, round and slightly peeking from the top of her shirt. The desire to touch them, kiss them, bury my face in them became so overwhelming that I gripped her bedsheet.
Anything to stop me from making a rash decision.
But why can't I stand up? Why am I in this position, paralyzed and helpless at her side?
I stared at her lips again, leaning closer. Then I realized what I was doing and forced myself up and away from her. Panting heavily, I stared at her form, and then she made a soft noise as she turned over on her side and slept on. For fuck's sake, does she even know the effect she has on me?
I wondered as my eyes trailed over every curve of her body wrapped in a black t-shirt and jeans that I want to rip off.
What the fuck is happening to me? Why does she always make me feel this way? Why can't I feel like this with all the women I bring home?
Slowly, I took a step back and another, till my back hit her door and I left her room. The moment I closed her door behind me, I leaned against it and sighed. Surprisingly, the pain in my head was gone and I wondered if it had anything to do with her.
My wolf whined and stirred, urging me to go back in but I decided to walk away instead.
"You're an ass. You know that?" I muttered out loud to it, going down the stairs. "You're making me act like a creep."
Instantly, my body seized, and I found myself straining to move. I couldn't even speak and as I felt a rush of power overwhelm me, indicating that my wolf had taken over forcefully.
Fuck. It better not make me go back to her room.
Raising my arms, I watched in terror as my hands elonagated into claws and turned so that I was watching my open palms. Then four fingers of each hand forcefully curled downward, leaving both the middle fingers
straight. I watched in disbelief when it eventually dawned on me that my wolf forcefully took over my body just to tell me, "Fuck You."
Just as suddenly as it took over, it relinquished its hold on me, leaving me breathless and feeling somewhat violated. In all my years of existence, my wolf had been pretty mellow, going with the flow. Then Ryn came into the picture and bam! It has a mind of its own now. Al Is this not reason enough to hate her?
I strolled to the bar to pour myself a glass of aged single malt Scotch whisky. Then I thought of how she took my brother's attention from me and decided I needed something stronger. Reaching for top-
shelf cognac, named Louis XIII, I added a splash of it to the Scotch. Then I thought of my father's obsession with her and added a small measure of absinthe to the
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At this point, this fucking drink was as potent as a punch from an underground wrestling champion. So, to balance the flavors and keep it smooth, I topped it off with a dash of bitters and a large ice cube. Then I let the drink chill for a minute. My wolf stirred, showing its hatred for my concoctions but I smiled bitterly.
It did its worst. Now it's my turn.
I took a gulp and it felt like swallowing a thunderbolt, electric and unforgiving. I shivered and shook my head feeling the effects of my concoction like a slap to the face on a cold, winter morning.
Fuck. I outdid myself but it ought to keep thoughts of that siren at bay.
I slid from the chair, already feeling out of touch with my body but not quite to the point of drunkeness. Taking a deep breath, I strolled to the nearest couch and collapsed on it, suddenly feeling very tired and drowsy.
I let my mind wander and the memory of my first time drinking alcohol came to mind.
It was on a harsh winter morning and we had just lowered an empty casket into the ground to establish my sister's funeral. I was in an arm sling, having been beaten within an inch of my life by Dominic. Beside me was my brother and opposite us was our father who looked After I was brought back home from captivity, I had expected him to lash out. To use his belt or punish me physically but he didn't. Instead, he began to act like I didn't exist and only spoke to my brother. He stopped including me in training and simply ignored me. Days later, during the funeral, it eventually dawned on me that this was his punishment. The realization hurt so deeply that I craved not to feel. So while people came to pay their respects to the Windermeres, I snuck into his wine cellar and grabbed the most alcoholic bottle Walking into the woods, I sat in the snow, under a leafless tree and drank till the bottle was empty. I didn't get drunk, but I felt numb and I liked it. Afterwards, Theon found me and, without a word, he carried me over his shoulder back home.
I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the tears that had begun to sting.
The Gods know I'd give anything to go back to that day and save my sister. I had no idea I'd prefer my father's yelling and physical torture to his silence. The silence from him was killing me, and now that he's talking to me again, I'd do anything he wants. I just wish Ryn wasn't at the center of it. I wish I didn't have to antagonize my brother to do his bidding.
Now that my father's focus is on Dominic, I'd do anything to prove to him and to myself that I am a worthy son. I'd get stronger, faster, more lethal just to kill Dominic Tarrent and that's why I can't let someone like Ryn distract me or make go against my father's binding autho I have to find a way to stay away from her.
Just then, the door opened and in came my brother, with his suit jacket, slung across his arms. From the way he sighed, I could tell he was exhausted, and I sat up, looking forward to hearing all about his mission.
Just like old times before a certain girl took over his mind.
"Hey." I as he walked in further, and took a seat.
"Hi" He responded, his head slack on the headrest of the couch, facing the ceiling. "Can you make me a drink please?"
I smiled, instantly rising to my feet.
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Smirking to myself, I made the same strong drink I drank earlier and offered it to him. Based on how hard it hit me, I was eager to see his reaction and find something to laugh about. Theon collected the drink and downed it all in one gulp and aside from a slight wince when +5 ""Where's Ryn?"
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