In The Beginning, Chapter 112
Daniel POV
After Ethan packed up and left, Charlie spoke with Kathy, and dismissed the staff for the night, leaving us alone in the silent house.
“Do you want to eat or bathe first?” She asked me after the door closed behind the last person to leave.
“Honestly, I think if I don’t eat before I shower, I might not make it back down the stairs.” I chuckled awkwardly.
“Okay.” She said softly, heading into the kitchen, to check on our meal. “What did you do for food...? When you weren’t here?” She asked as she pulled down some plates.
“Apart from the two times I crashed at Ben and Maria’s, I would come here, pick up clothes for the next day... see you, if only for a moment... I’d eat whatever Kathy made before I left again... Is this really what you want to talk about?” I asked her confused, as I tried to hide how much it hurt not to touch her.
“I don’t know.” She sighed sadly, freezing for a moment before shaking herself out of it.
“I wasn’t asking you not to kill her because I wanted information from her.” I confessed, and she dropped the spoon she was holding, it clattered onto the counter ominously.
“I’m going to need a large glass of wine, if we are going to talk about this.” She said, her voice low, she pulled down a wine glass and grabbed a bottle of red from under the counter.
“Or you could grab the whiskey and we could do this properly.” I chuckled, wincing at the pain it caused halfway through, while she grabbed the corkscrew.
“You can’t drink, you’re still recovering.” She muttered as she removed the cork, placing the bottle on the counter she pulled down a tall glass and poured me a water, before placing it and a basket of bread on the table, beside the plates and utensils.
“I asked you not to kill her, because when I realised what she had done, what she had made you witness, I wanted to kill her myself. She unleashed a violence in me I didn’t think I was capable of, especially towards a female... But I wanted to dissect her, slowly, remove piece after piece until I found the source of her power and took it away, or killed her... But I can see how, me asking you not to kill her could look like I was asking for mercy for her.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She whispered, wiping her cheek, even with her back to me, the only way I could admit to any of it, I knew every movement, every facial expression.
“It matters to me that you know the truth, about what happened... and about me, before you decide anything.” I admitted.
“I was never going to leave... I just needed time to... understand and... I don’t even know what I need, but I’m not leaving so can we just drop it!” She snapped angrily, dumping the ingredients she had been chopping into a salad bowl aggressively.
“I can’t continue like this either.” Something in her seemed to break at that, her shoulder slumping in defeat.
“I can’t stop seeing it... you touching and kissing...” She sobbed, I was out of my chair, my chest pressed against her back quicker than I would’ve expected considering how much I ached.
“I wish I could take it away.” I whispered into her hair as I held her, I thought my legs might give way beneath me in shock when she turned and wrapped her arms around my waist, crying into my chest. She squeaked suddenly, breaking away from me and rushing to the oven, where she retrieved a lasagne, whose cheese was bubbling erratically.
“Do you think you could grab the salad?” She asked as she walked to the table with the boiling hot dish, noticing I had leaned against the counter the moment she pulled away. I grunted my agreement, still frustrated I couldn’t stay near her no matter what I tried, as I picked it up and shuffled back to the table, my back feeling like I had been lashed. The skin may have healed, but the muscles beneath took a little longer, I slumped into my chair, placing the bowl on the table. My nose wrinkled with the strong antiseptic smell from whatever Ethan had used to wipe down the table, of course as soon as he left Kathy also wiped it down with her cleanser, so the smell was almost overpowering the food, and leaving me with little appetite. “Oh, that smell is strong for me... do you want to eat somewhere else-?” She began, but I placed a hand on hers to stop her, and she froze, her eyes unfocused, before flinching away from me, tears welling in hers eyes. “Why would you do that?” She accused, her hurt painted all over her face.
“Do what? I have no- my wolf? Did he do something?” I asked as she stood to leave, I grabbed her wrist in desperation.
“You, your wolf, what difference does it make!?” She cried, tugging at my fingers. “Let go of me!” She screamed, and I felt like I had been struck by the cow prod again, my muscles spasming wildly, but thankfully only for a second before she stopped whatever it was. Tears were flowing freely down her face now. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean...” She began shaking her head, but she had stopped pulling away.
“What did he do?” I asked her, bringing her hand to my chest, like she does when she needs comfort.
“He showed me his memory.” She sniffed, trying to keep her face placid, but her pain would break through, cracking her mask, and letting me see glimpses of the heartbreak she had been carrying alone.
“Let me show you mine.” I scrambled, desperate to keep talking.
“How is that going to help?” She asked, sceptically.
“Maybe if you saw, you would understand? I’ve been going back and forth on the idea for days, which is probably why he did it.” I confessed, silently praying she would understand.
“I tell you I can’t get the image of you and Her out of my head, and your solution is to give me another angle of it?” She asked, her pitch getting higher in her disbelief.
“If you ever trusted me, please, just let me show you?” I begged, pulling her closer, trying my luck, she put her hand back on my chest to steady herself, her breath uneven.
“Daniel...?” She whispered; it sent a little shiver down my spine, my mouth felt like it was being drawn to hers, my hands moved up her body of their own accord, pulling her closer.
“I’ve missed you so much.” I breathed against her lips, before they crashed into mine. The way she clung to me, and the passion in her kiss gave me hope, my fingers slipped into her hair, but it didn’t feel the same. She had been straightening it, it was still soft and silky, but I love the way her curls wrap around my fingers, like they belong there, straight, it just hung, lifeless. The guilt that I had done that to her hit me hard, like a punch to the chest.
“You need to eat.” She half moaned as she pulled back, but I was too addicted, my mouth and tongue moved down her neck, needing to taste more.
“No, please?” I murmured against her skin, my lips refusing to be parted from her again. She pulled my mouth back to hers as she straddled my lap, even my lungs gasped in as much of her sweet breath as it could.
“You have to eat.” She said a little more forcefully, pushing my spine against the back of the chair, her arms holding me back. My wolf surged forward, he ran our hands down from her shoulders, to her breasts, her breathing increased, they moved over her hips, down her thighs, to the backs of her knees. He jerked her hips towards ours, rubbing her along our painfully hard cock. “Alpha!” She cried, trying to stop him, he released her hips, forcing her to rub herself back along our shaft as she slipped onto my lap. “I need to eat.” She whimpered, as he was using a fistful of her hair to drag her mouth back to ours... he growled aggressively, and sank back.
“We’ve both missed you.” I whispered; my forehead pressed to hers. “I’m sorry if it was too much too soon.” I panicked as she swung her leg over my lap. She rolled her eyes, turned to face the table, and sat down, side saddling my legs. I didn’t know what to do, part of me was afraid to move or speak in case I fucked it up again. She leaned over the table and cut a large serving of the lasagne, placing it on my plate, that was in front of her, the steam rising off of it indicated it was still boiling hot.
“Do you want any dressing on your salad?” She asked, getting up again, my hand reached out for her again. “I forgot my wine, and the salad dressing.” She explained, walking into the kitchen, and returning with the items quickly, she retook her seat on my lap, holding up the bottle expectantly. I nodded, a little afraid to speak, and she pouted some into the bowl, tossing it, and placing a healthy amount onto the plate, picked up the fork, pierced some of it and held it out for me to take. I raised an eyebrow questioningly, but I couldn’t stop the big goofy grin spreading on my lips. “You’re recovering, eat.” She ordered, when I still hadn’t taken a bite.
“Hmm, yes, Miss Kitty.” I growled low, she quivered momentarily, and the scent of her arousal hit my nostrils as I took the offered bite. She flushed red, her eyes avoiding mine.
“Please don’t.” She whispered softly, turning away. My arms secured themselves around her waist as I hastily chewed and swallowed the food.
“It was a very poorly timed joke, I’m sorry, please?” I begged, she shook her head slightly and my wolf surged forward again, he wrapped our mouth around her mark, licking and sucking it until she was panting, her hands gripping my arm. “Alpha, please?” She pleaded through her moans, he released her mark, and ran our tongue up her neck, from beside the mark, to behind her ear, then he ran our nose along her jaw before fading back again. She was blushing furiously, her eyes fixed to the table in front of her. She picked up her glass, taking three big gulps of her wine, before setting the glass down, and piercing some more salad onto the fork and presenting it to me again. “You need to eat too, especially if you’re going to be drinking like that.” I said flatly.
“Fine.” She huffed, and brought the fork to her lips, goddess even watching her eat was sexy. As soon as she pulled the fork from her lips, it was piercing more for me. I took it more reluctantly than before, the hope that had been growing within me unchecked was extinguished, knowing she had to be drunk just to be near me. She cut the lasagne up while she chewed, and fearing it would be the last time I would be near her, I moved her hair off her back, and placed my head in the centre. I let her heartbeat fill my ears, there were times when we had been in bed, when I had felt it ripple through my skin. My own heartbeat feeling like it was answering the call from hers, thumping immediately afterwards, she froze against me as I let tried to memorise the moment. I knew mine would be calling out to her until it stopped beating, even now, she had calmed its thundering pace as adrenaline and fear chased every last ember of hope and suffocated it.
“Show me your memory of it.” She sighed, like she didn’t mean to, I nearly sobbed, how many times had we laughed after she had blurted something unintentionally? Even though it felt different to every other time, I sent a silent prayer to the goddess for the same result, the last dying sparks of hope refusing to be snuffed out completely.
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
