Annabeth

I don't fully understand what is going on here and looking around I have no idea where we are. He pulled me along, right into this house, that has furniture already in it. What I can see with the little moonlight through the window, it has nothing but white walls. He's facing me head on, his arms stretched at his sides. His shoulders are moving up and down with every breath he takes.

I'm sure this is stupid of me, but after I whisper out loud that he's scaring me, I feel my feet moving towards him. Closing my eyes, I pray to the God's I'm not as stupid as I feel right now. Opening them I reach my hand to touch his face. My fingers are just an inch away from touching him, and I brace myself.

I don't know what it is with him, but whenever we make contact, I feel a spark work its way through my entire body. I don't know what it is, but it scares the hell out of me.

"Ezekiel, can you please talk to me and explain." I say just as I touch his cheek.

I have this immense feeling, but I don't have a lot of time to process it. One second, I'm standing before him, my hand on his face, and the next he grabs ahold of me. Turning our bodies around and slamming my back against the door.

His hands latch onto mine, our fingers entwined together, as he stretches both our arms above our heads.

"Zeek." He mutters. My brows furrow with that one word.

"Call me Zeek, I hate my full name." He explains with a devilish smile on his lips. Closing my mouth, I swallow down the questions I want to ask more than anything right now. The way he's looking at me has a puddle forming at my center.

His eyes begin staring into mine, he's looking at my face like I'm a mystery he wishes desperately he can figure out. His eyes make their way to my neck, I see him focus on my heartbeat there.

His tongue makes its way out of his mouth as he licks his lips. The next moment, he's bringing his face close to my body. I can hear him breathing heavily. That's when I realize he's breathing in my scent.

"Fuck, you are my new addiction." I hear him whisper lightly along my skin.

I turn my head to the side making it easier for him. I feel his tongue along my skin, as he licks the entirety of my skin there. From my collar bone all the way up to behind my ear. Once there, he lightly bites the tip of my ear, causing a moan to work its way up my throat.

"Do you know how much I hate you right now?" His question is contradictive to his actions.

He's the one that cannot keep his hands off me. Not that I'm complaining in the least. I find when it comes to him, I become a little hussy, secretly hoping he'll never stop touching me. He pulls away from me, glaring down at me.

The girl from the office wants to look down or to the side. Anywhere as long as it's not at him, but instead I find myself straightening my shoulders. Raising my chin, a little higher, looking him dead on.

"Your body says otherwise." I whisper at him as I roll my hips along his hardened cock.

For a brief second, he closes his eyes, when they open back up, I could have sworn they turned a yellow color and glowed in the dark. I try to reach my hand out to touch his face, but he tightens his hold on my wrists. Closing his eyes once more, he shakes his head from side to side, and when he opens them back up again his eyes are back to the blue green shade that I have fallen in love with tonight.

Ezekiel

She's playing with fire, pushing all the wrong buttons, and she don't even know it. She keeps this up, I may not be able to hold myself back. I have to! I cannot let her make me weak in any way. If I give into my basic instincts, I'll plow deep into her delicious body, there will be no escape for her. She's not ready for that, hell I'm not prepared for it myself in the least. I like having all the women I want, the money, the power. I don't need this human coming in here and fucking everything up.

I drop her arms, hearing them fall at her sides, as I shove away from her. Turning around I give her my back.

"This is the house your mother and Arthur will be living in." I walk to the opposite wall, lean my back against it, as I take my cigarettes and lighter from my pocket. I light one up, taking a puff deep into my lungs, I blow the smoke out from my nose. Studying her, as she takes in the room.

"You shouldn't do that. It's bad for your health." Her nose bunches up as she points to the offensive tobacco filled goodness I hold in my hand.

"Don't worry about it. I'll be fine." I tell her truthfully. I can't get a normal human disease like cancer or anything like that. We witch, warlocks, and werewolves are immune to every disease known to man.

"It's your body, your choice." She shrugs her shoulders at me looking away once more.

"This is where I'll be staying and commuting to my new school?" I can't help myself; I laugh at her question. One that holds absolutely no humor.

"No little lamb, this is just where you stay for tonight. Tomorrow we all go to our boarding school that is two hours away." I lift my foot to put out the cigarette.

I place the butt of the cigarette in my pocket, as I walk towards her. She takes a step to the side, trying to get out of my way. I pause for a moment and study her out of the corner of my eye.

"You afraid of me Lamb?" I turn my body towards her and take another step in her direction. She takes one back, refusing to look at me.

We continue this little dance of ours until the back of her legs hit the couch, causing her to fall on her ass. Once she's seated on the cushion, I make my way to her body, kneeling directly in front of her.

She places her hands on my shoulders, trying and failing miserably to shove me away from her. I simply sit there, allowing her to continue until finally she gets the hint. I will move when I wish to.

"You don't have to be. I wouldn't actually hurt you," I reach my hand out and grab her chin.

Bringing her face close to mine I whisper along her lips, "Not physically anyway."