Page 17 of Shadow Wolf
"Hey, beautiful, I haven't seen you here before." I turned to see a tall dark-haired guy, wearing a blue tee and jeans, grinning down at me. I looked around again for Frankie and realized that while I was so caught up in my head, I didn't see Vicki leave either.
"I, ah, don't usually come. I spend most of my free time studying."
He nodded, then took a mouth full of whatever he had in his red cup before crunching it in his fist. I took a step back. I didn't like the vibe coming from him and my mind screamed to get away from him.
"Well, tonight is my lucky night. It was like fate, baby. You and I, meeting together. You wanna take a walk with me?"
I didn't even know who this guy was. I had never met him before, and I didn't want to walk with him. I shook my head.
"No, thank you, I'm looking for my friends." He nodded again and pointed towards the corner I had just been behind.
"I think your friend went that way with my friend. Here, I’ll walk with you."
He swung his arm over my shoulder and started leading me to where I was only maybe five minutes before. Time wasn't something I had been tracking. I tried to shrug his arm off my shoulder, but it was heavy as he led me. My stomach started to feel uneasy about this the closer we got. I pushed his side, trying to free myself from him.
"Let go. I don't think she’s there." I pulled away, but he snapped out and held my wrist painfully as he tilted his head. It was hard to read his face, but he didn't look like he was just trying to be nice. He was not a nice person.
"Ah, babe, come on. I know she’s there." He tried to tug me until something, or rather someone, slammed into him, and he hit the side of the house and dropped into a heap.
My mouth dropped open at the sight of Frankie standing over his crumpled body. I gasped, my hand moving to my mouth at the sight of the wood paneling. It was all broken. Frankie slammed him so hard that he broke the house. Some students were now watching what was going down. The guy on the ground groaned as he tried to stand up. Without a word, Frankie pulled me into his side and led me around the house to the front. I was shaking.
Frankie wasn't tall, or as muscular as that guy was, but he was strong. Much stronger than I thought he would be. He must work out a lot.
He stopped and turned to face me, his hands rubbing up and down my arms in a calming gesture.
"Are you okay?" His worried eyes found mine and I nodded. I think I was. I wasn't hurt. Just scared, and not at what Frankie did. I was glad he was there to help me. Again.
"I'm sorry, my brother called and I couldn't hear well, so I went out here to talk to him. I didn't want to leave you, I thought you were with Vicki." I shook my head.
"It's not your fault. He was strong and didn't like being told no. Thank you for coming to get me.”
His eyes roamed my body again before he pulled me to his chest, hugging me tight.
"I'm sorry, I never want you to feel like that again. I promise, I will never let anyone harm you. You're safe with me." I melted into his hug, wrapping my arms around him.
"Do you trust me to keep you safe?" I pulled back and looked into his eyes again.
"Yes," I whispered. And it was the truth. I trusted him, I truly did. I knew he would keep me safe. Being in his arms made everything feel as if it would be okay.
"I trust you."
He took my face in his hands and, before I could ask him to, he pressed his smooth lips against mine. Gentle at first, as if he was savoring the moment. I gripped onto his tee and held on as he pulled away, only to take my mouth again. This time his tongue darted out and licked the seam of my lips.
I shivered at the touch and opened my mouth to him. My tongue followed his, learning from him. He moaned as he kissed me deeper, pulling me tightly to him. I could feel the outline of his erection and it spurred me on.
I was turning him on, and I wondered if he could tell he was turning me on too. My nipples strained against the fabric of the dress. I hadn't worn a bra and now he’d be able to see how much this kiss meant to me.
I couldn't concentrate on anything but the way his mouth moved against mine. The feeling of it consumed me and I knew why people had make out sessions. I could do this for hours. When we finally pulled away for air, his lips were swollen and pink.
"Wow, I’ve been fantasizing about this all week. Dreaming of it every night, too."
My mouth dropped open. He had?
"Me too," I sighed into his chest. I felt him shift on his feet as he kissed my head. Pulling my face away from his chest, he swept some hair from my eyes.
"Did you want to go back to the party? Or did you want to go back to your dorm? I know it’s early, but maybe we could talk? Watch a movie?"
My eyes widened. Was he asking for Netflix and chill? That was too fast for me, I just had my first kiss—not that he knew that—but my heart started to race and I didn’t know what to say. He placed a chaste kiss on my mouth before I felt his chest rumble.
