Maybe he was linked in some way to his king; sending him evidence he had secured his prize.
I screamed from the frustration. “I want to be alone! Let me be.”
There was understanding in his eyes, almost like he knew I was sloughing away, trying to rid myself of the past years. Unfortunately, no amount of washing would erase Darius… I was not so naïve to believe I would no longer love him when I saw him again. The damage had been severely done. I needed to find the witches and beg, cheat, steal, or pay them a small fortune for a spell that would help me feel nothing for him. This is the punishment he deserves. I made myself feel nothing for Eros, I could do it again.
Or was it you Darius who tricked my mind by overwhelming me with desire for you?
I wouldn’t allow myself to trust again, ever. Ly, as I would now call the Lycan, took my clothes to the edge of the water and washed them against the rocks. He unbuttoned his shirt, wrung each piece of my clothing and rubbed the two against his neck and chest- water drops traveled sinuously south on the ridges and hollows of his body. Yeah, he was a sight to behold and definitely looked like the best washboard I’d ever seen. How could I have fallen again in the hands of another who sought to use me? Let him try, and I’ll tear out his heart.
I turned from him, he couldn’t possibly begin to understand because now he wished for me to smell of him. I had to be rid of him and soon, or he would turn into as much of a problem as Darius and Eros. I could read the signs and his were bigger than any billboards I’d ever seen and they started blinking neon.
I swam further away from him while he patiently sat by the shore and placed my clothes on the lap of his extended leg, waiting for them to dry. His other leg was bent raised at the knee, and I knew he was giving me the precious time I needed. He started throwing pebbles into the water while he intently watched me trying to clean myself with just the light green water. It smelled exquisite, something I couldn’t place, but divine.
Tuberose, I knew the smell was anything but tuberose, but I couldn’t help feel… remembering it and smelling it in the wind.
I closed my eyes as I went under. I tried to forget the pools, not think about anything that happened between Darius and I. It was hard because my mind it would seem was bent on making my heart suffer. I tried not to run from it, but instead deal because I wasn’t going to allow for it all to come crashing into me when I saw him again. Better to face all the emotions now than letting them come slamming me down- knocking me off my feet, cold.
I came up a few moments later, took a much needed breath, and found the Lycan was gone. Swimming closer to shore, I discovered our clothes left behind. He too went for a swim. I thought searching for him. At least, he was decent enough to do it away from me.
Uncaring, I continued swimming enjoying the feel of the cool water against my skin, he wouldn’t go far without his clothes, or me. My mind kept repeating, find a way to forget Darius. I knew he would soon find me, use his mystical drugging abilities on me… the thought of it did things to me. I was scared because I still wanted him. My body wouldn’t easily forget what it felt like to be near him. To have him touch me.
My greatest fear just surfaced.
What if when faced with him… what if I didn’t care? Could I walk away from him after trying so many times to do just that, or would I pretend one last time- just to know what it would feel like to be his woman.
Fuck Darius, I hate you because here I go again making ridiculous excuses just to be with you once again.
Chapter 4: Lycan Blood Can’t Hold Me Down
Night fell and a shining silver moon lit a deep violet sky as I was buttoning up my jeans when I heard the Lycan approach. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Not nearly as long as I wished, maybe because you put on quite a show for me, My