Chapter 9

For the past fifteen minutes, I've been silently praying to God to keep me and Cyrus safe, especially now that he is driving like a mad man leading us to a place only he knew where.

We kept passing through big trucks and other vehicles and I am starting to wonder why the cops aren't following us yet when he has been over speeding as hell. I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road.

The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.

Even the nausea has gone off by now and just a tiny bit of headache is giving me a hard time but I know I can endure it. Finally, the car stopped and I looked outside the window and realized that we're nowhere near the city. He brought me into the woods. The fucking woods.

My heart started to beat faster than its normal rate as possibilities of why he brought me here crossed my poor mind. I don't want to think negative about this but if I were to assess what is happening, it is very impossible for me to come up with happy thoughts. How I wish Peter Pan was here to take away these dreadful thoughts.

"Mr. Steele..." I whispered. He didn't move nor said a word. When I looked at him, he was breathing heavily. His hands are gripping the steering wheel like it was Dylan's neck melting in pain under his strong touch. His veins are popping proudly and I have to mentally scold myself for thinking about how sexy it looks when the first thing that I should be thinking about is my safety.

In movies, people brought into the woods are either to hike or die and no one hikes in the middle of the night, right? I told him I would take him home but he drove his car bringing me here. Now, tell me I shouldn't be scared.

"Mr. Steele? I think we should go, take a rest because tomorrow is another day." I said trying to sound calm but deep inside, I am freaking dying with nervousness.

"Mr. Steele?" I called out once more.

"Get out!" My mouth fell open at his words. My heart raced even more. He can't be serious right?

"I think we should go, really." I said gulping the ill feeling that is starting to creep into me.

"I said get out." He said in a low tone. I had no choice but to obey his words. Why can't I just say no?

"You won't leave me here, right?" I asked feeling hopeful. Then his eyes met mine. That shade that I came to love seemed to study my face. His eyes, they are so beautiful that I'd trade the world for me to have it. But he didn't answer my question yet and I'm really starting to feel the coldness of the night seeping through my thin clothes. I forgot to bring my coat. No wonder why I am freezing to death right now.

"I'm being serious, Mr. Steele. I think we should really get going..." I said these words as I looked around the woods but I almost yelped when I turned to look at Cyrus, who is now right in my fucking face.

"What did he do to you?" I stepped back, trying to get some space but he sure didn't like what I did as he advanced forwards.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as I continued to escape from him.

"He kissed you." He declared and there, I got what he meant. He was talking about that guy--Dylan. And my fingers automatically touched my lip.

He is right. Dylan kissed me. He stole my first kiss. I was dreaming of saving it for the man I love but that won't happen anymore, never. Feeling the anger for the stranger's lack of respect, my eyebrows furrowed but I was pulled back to reality when a monstrous growl escaped from Cyrus' lips that disturbed the silence of the woods and what happened next almost felt like a dream.

Cyrus crashed his lips to mine, aggressively, demanding and yet so sexy. He pushed me a little, causing my back to hit the tree. I heard him growl between the kiss. I was too stunned to move or to think on how I should react. But I am not pushing him away nor kissing him back. I felt the tingles. The tingles that I never thought would bring warmth and comfort in me. Like a crazy man, he savoured my lips that made my knees go weak. He sucked on my lips like someone who depended his life on it while I just stood there, against the tree, leaning on it to support my melting body. 

CYRUS STEELE

I was breathing heavily when I pulled back from the kiss. I looked at my mate's face and she was just looking at me, eyes wide, her mouth agape. With my eyes lingering on her swollen lips, I told her,

"Don't think about his lips, I won't permit it. You hear me?" And that brought life to her eyes. I saw how she swallowed hard and I wanted to run my tongue down her throat so bad but I controlled myself and looked at her face instead.

"Why... Why did you, oh my gosh! Why did you kiss me?" She whispered, more like to herself.

I asked myself too, why did I kiss her? But I didn't have to ask, the moment I saw her, I knew the answer.

Looking straight into her eyes, I held her face in both of my hands and said, "Because you're mine." I declared before claiming her lips once more.

I devoured her mouth but she remained stiff, her mouth shut and I know her eyes are wide open. I won't let her do this to me. Kissing her lips is not enough. I want to feel her. I want her so bad and so I snaked my arm around her small and delicate waist and pulled her closer to my chest. She gasped and that's where I got the timing. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she moaned. God! How I'd love to hear that again.

I pulled back once more, letting her gasp for air. The red stain in her cheeks, the desire in her eyes, hell she's beautiful! But she isn't kissing me yet, she's too stunned and she must have never done this before so I need to take it slow.

Since when did you learn to take things slow? I unconsciously thought but did not mind it anyway.

I kissed her lips, lightly. And she moaned. Her eyes closing in the process and I'm filled with joy. She is not pushing me away but she isn't responding either. I kissed her jaw, up to her ears and she shivered. And the tingles, I'm electrified and I can't take the torture anymore and so I pleaded. For the very first time, I asked.

"Kiss me back." And before I know it, she kissed my lips, our tongues wrestled, her soft lips is as soft as her skin. I bit her lower lip and she parted her lips more. She made me taste her mouth. The alcohol and sweetness of her mouth is a beautiful combination and I can't get enough of her.

Her hands clutched onto my shirt like she needed it for support and I find it cute. My hands travelled from her back down to her butt and she gasped when I squeezed one of her butt cheek. That made me laugh between our kiss. She smiled. And again, my heart jumped in joy. She pulled back and gasped for air. She can't look at me while I can't take my eyes off her. She's blushing and she looks so adorable. Our mate is so adorable.

I bet Harry...

Harry. I backed away when I realized that my wolf is not here. He wasn't here the whole time I acted like a caveman. He wasn't connecting with me. Again, I stepped backwards, farther, away from Carmela and then I saw the confusion in her eyes.

I started to shake my head. I can't believe what just happened. I can't believe I kissed Carmela without even realizing that it was my doing and not my wolf.

"Mr. Steele?" She asked so lightly. This is wrong. What I did was wrong.

"Don't come near me." I told her when she took a step forward. She stopped. The look in her eyes, the pain, unsaid questions filled her eyes and the tears started to form but she didn't say a word. As if in understanding, she laughed bitterly, not looking at me.

There's this pang in my heart as I look at her now. When a tear fell down her cheek, she brushed it off almost instantly, harshly, and looked at me with her icy-cold eyes.

She nodded and smiled. A smile that didn't reach her eyes, a smile that didn't let my heart flatter. She nodded repeatedly.

"Right... This was a mistake right?" She took the words out of my mouth. I didn't answer. She scoffed.

"I'm sorry about what happened Mr. Steele, about the kiss, but let's just forget about it." My eyes burned in anger. How could she tell me what to do? How could she ask me to forget about the kiss that we shared?

I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I am doing this for everyone's welfare. I'm doing this for my pack. I am doing this for her.

"Yes. Let's forget about the kiss. It was a mistake." And another tear escaped her eyes.

"Will do." She walked past me. I was still back facing her when she said the words which seemed like a bucket of cold water was splashed all over my body, "And please, the next time you see me with a guy, don't act as if you own me. No one owns me." And the car door shut with a loud bang leaving me dumbfounded and mentally cursing at myself repeatedly thinking that I am about to experience more torturous days of her cold shoulder and it is entirely my fault.