Ezekiel

I was going to only give her a warning, perhaps scare her a little into changing. Those ideas went out the fucking window the moment I touched her. With her body this close to me, I find I cannot help myself. I need to touch her, to have my lips on her. There's a big part of my body that wants to be inside of her, but I chastise him on a daily basis since meeting her.

I can't want a human in this way, let alone want to fuck her. I'm afraid I may hurt her severely if I try. Which is another thing that pisses me off about this woman. She makes me care about her. I feel for her, think about her, want to know what she is thinking about all the time, and I don't want to see her cry again. Normally, I don't give a fuck about anyone.

The more they cry and are upset the better. Just means they know how much of an asshole I am and will stay far away. It's safe to say I am not a people person. I hate most people, werewolf, witches, and humans alike. As I lick my tongue into her mouth, battling against hers I know there is something more to this girl.

The moment her leg wraps around me, her mound right where I need it, and her hands in my hair pulling on the strands all thoughts leave my head. As my blood makes its way further down my body. Once her lower region begins rubbing against me, I know I have to put a stop to this. I pull away from her sensational lips, reach for her arms behind my head, and crash them against the lockers behind her.

She doesn't flinch, not once. Any other person that knows me would be afraid right now, but I don't smell fear on her. All I can smell is a new set of determination, and a whole lot of desire. A salacious smile forms on my lips when I think of how kinky this little human must be. The more forceful I am with her, the more I smell her sweet honey.

I move my head to just a millimeter away from her mouth once more, "Something tells me, you, little one like it rough."

Her breathing picks up speed, as I look down at her neck, I see the spot where her heartbeat is moving clear as day. She's both excited and turned on.

"You don't want me little one, I'll break you beyond repair." I don't know where that came from, but it actually hurts my heart knowing how true my words are.

She looks up at me, with a fierce look behind her eyes. She moves that little bit to kiss my lips. I try to deepen it, but she pulls back, looking up at me she tells me something I never thought I'd hear from a little weakling like her.

"I know I can handle what you have to give." She looks from my lips and back up to my eyes.

"I know for a fact that you can't."

My mind is trying to push her far away from me, but my body is doing everything to keep her close. The moment I feel her leg begin to fall from my waist, I reach behind me and stop her movement. I lift it higher, as I rub myself along her center. She closes her eyes for a moment, her hands dropping to my shoulders.

Her nails dig into my skin, driving me crazy with a need I have never had for another. When she opens her eyes, she glares up at me.

"Why don't you let me make my own decisions?" Her question stuns me still. She takes the moment to drop her leg from my body, pushing me away from her, she dives under my arms and makes her way to the door.

Before she turns to go down the hall leading to the exit she freezes in place. I know she's having a war with herself, just as much as I am. Turning around she storms back to me, with a newfound determination in her eyes.

"I'm not sure what your deal is. You talk down to me like I am below you, you degrade me every moment you can, but at the same time you can't keep your hands or lips off of me." She walks right into my body, for once causing me to walk backward.

"You warn me away from you but keep making these moments where we are alone." She pokes my chest with her finger for emphasis.

"You say I make you crazy, that I'm a 'little one', whatever the hell that means," She continues on her lecture as my back hits the wall. Looking up at me, she doesn't back down, she is a woman on a mission.

"So, here's the deal, until you can at least talk to me with a little bit of the respect I deserve and stop acting like a complete asshole towards me. Your hands and lips are no longer allowed to touch me."

She places her hands on the side of my body, "You are top dog here, I get that. Everyone is either afraid of you, craves you, or worships the ground your feet walk on. I've realized that the week I have been here, but I am not one of your subordinates."

Her arms drop from the wall, as she crosses them over her chest. Making my eyes drop down. I can't help but to lick my lips at the sight before me. I know It's completely the wrong time, but the pissed off look on her is hotter than hell.

She snaps her fingers in front of my face and lifts my chin with her finger.

"My eyes are up here. That is the only thing you will have the pleasure of seeing for a while, or ever if your attitude does not change." I reach out for her arm, but just before my hand makes contact, I see a bit of gold fill the irises of her eyes. Stopping my movement all together.

She steps back from me, "What is wrong with you?"

She studies me for a moment, her head tilted to the side.

"Zeek, you look like you've seen a ghost." Her demeanor has changed immensely, but I pay that no mind. My thoughts are on her eyes changing color. To the golden color none the less. Only one species in our world has their eyes do that with strong emotions. I briefly see her shake her head before she mutters a few choice words below her breath.

"I have to go. Catch you later when you can actually have a decent conversation." She walks away from me.

The confusion I'm feeling doesn't take away from the sight of her backside walking away from me. If what I'm thinking is true, she is more than human as I have believed since the moment, I laid my eyes on her. I have plans for that ass of hers here soon. First, I crack my neck and walk out of the girls locker room. With a newfound determination to find out everything I can about this girl that fascinates me to no end.