So I do. His elbows and hands are flat on the wall behind me. He’s so tall he has to bend his neck and hunch down to get his nose to reach my neck. His biceps are a few inches away on either side of my head as his body cages me in. I lean forward bringing my nose to his chest, breathing in his soapy scent.
“You like the way I smell, little witch?” He says tenderly. His voice so deep, I have butterflies in my stomach. “…because I like the way you smell.” My knees go weak and I have to reach out and grab each of his arms to hold me upright. Nixon doesn’t move, he just stares at me with dark hungry eyes.
“What are we doing here, Nixon?” I whisper, and he drops his eyes to look at my mouth.
“I don’t know,” he mutters. He blinks a few times then lifts his eyes to mine. His eyebrows move as if he’s thinking hard about something, then he moves his arms a little and steps away. I stand there transfixed.
He turns and mutters something close to, “I really shouldn’t do this…” before turning around and stepping forward with purpose and confidence. “I can’t resist you though.”
His lips find mine. I gasp when his hands lift me up and push my back against the wall. Our faces are level now, as I wrap my legs around his waist pulling him as close as possible. He’s so big, everywhere my hands land is hard and muscular. This is the second time I’ve ever been kissed. I don’t know what the heck I’m doing, so I’m a little nervous when his tongue finds mine. I follow his lead and he seems to be enjoying it because he starts making growling sounds. I let out a moan when he pushes his lower body into mine, turning a little needy when I reach out and let my hand move through his hair. He tugs on my lips and its harsh, but doesn’t hurt. Nixon is pure man, there’s nothing boyish in him. The way he holds me, kisses me and even the way his tongue takes control of my mouth showing me his dominance tells me this; I can’t get enough. My first kiss wasn’t anything like this. I don’t think I even remember much about that kiss… this one, however, I don’t think I’ll ever forget.
Nixon’s lips break away from mine. I turn my head and take in deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Nixon doesn’t stop though, he starts kissing down my neck and sucking on my earlobe. I make a squealing sound because it tickles and he lets out a deep laugh. The sound alone has me squeezing my legs tighter around him. Don’t think I’ve ever heard the sound of his laugh.
His one hand rests on my hip and the other tugs on the side of my hair, making sure he has access to my neck as his kissing turns wild and needy. I feel his tongue and the pinch where he starts sucking on my skin. He’s rubbing his body against mine and the hand on my waist starts squeezing really tightly. I try to pull at the hand that is in my hair, but he only pulls tighter. I feel a sharp pain on my neck and then warmth. Nixon lets out a gasp and as he pulls away I see his extended canines. My eyes widen. I lift my hand and touch the spot where I feel warmth. Lifting it up to eye level I see blood.
“Still think there’s more to me than just being a wolf?” He growls deep, looking at the blood on my finger. I start pushing at his chest and try to unwrap my legs, but his hands grip them as he pushes me harder against the wall. I let out a cry. He glares at me, that look of annoyance I hate so much back on his face.
“We can carry on making out if you like. Must say, I always wanted to know what it was like, nothing spectacular though.” He scrunches up his face dramatically and I’m rendered speechless as he continues, “I’ve seen how interested you are in my kind. You want to get to know us, become friends, now you’ve practically dry humped one too. We can still have more fun if you like, I’ll even let my wolf come out and play. But I won’t fuck you; I don’t fuck witches,” he spits out cruelly. I have to look away at his vulgar words. I swallow the tears and hurt, pushing at his chest. Eventually he backs away, leaving me to tumble to the floor.
“What? Is play time over already?” He chuckles. I hate the way he’s talking down to me, as if I’m some little girl. I look up at him as I lift myself off the ground, tears fall freely now and when he sees them his face completely changes.
“Phee, wait.” His voice is softer now, gentler even. I hurry past him, reaching for the door.
“I guess you are just an animal after all,” I mutter, before leaving the room.
****
I head to the bathroom down the hall, locking myself inside. I look at my neck. The bite is hardly a scratch. I wash away the residue blood, washing my face with cold water. I can’t believe I ever had a crush on him. The way he spoke to me, the ruthless way he pushed me. A shiver goes down my spine; I’m afraid.