Emily
"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?" he growled.
I was annoyed and scared at the same time. Annoyed because he thought Theo and I had 'that' kind of relationship. He was my brother in spells, meaning, we only had a brother-sister relationship. Besides, the most important piece of information, he's gay.
Now, the fear came from the look in his eyes. His Lycan was on full display. He was just as mad, and there was no reason to be.
"Answer me," Zyair growled again. "Who. is. he. to. you?" He annunciated every word.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I said, "He's my brother in spells."
He raised a brow. "Meaning?" His face moved to mine before he began kissing my neck. They were so soft that a small moan escaped my lips. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him away, but he kept a firm grip on my hips.
"He-he's," I studdered.
"He's what," he breathed against my ear.
I moaned even louder this time. What was wrong with me?
"We are just friends. Brother and sister," I said quickly.
"Really now?"
"Y-yes!"
"Hmm," he hummed.
He finally stopped kissing my neck and proceeded to my lips. They were so soft. His tongue trailed along my lips, begging for entrance, but I denied him. Mustering all my strength, I pushed him away. "Breakfast!" I shouted.
He looked at me with those delicious chocolate eyes. Then his lips curved into a smile as he placed two fingers under my chin. "We'll continue this later," he said. "Now, unless you want to shower with me--"
Before he could finish, I jumped from the counter and ran out of the bathroom. I could hear him chuckling as I exited the bedroom closing the door behind me. I buried my face in my hands as I walked down the hall. Oh, mother of witches and curses! What have I gotten myself into? This is all moving way too fast! What I have on me is just his bite mark soon, he'll want to have...
I could feel my face turning beet red. I'm a virgin. I have my v-card! And he wants to take it. I mean I mind being touched all over by those muscular hands. I know he'll be gentle with me. His chest. He must have a six-pack. If I could rub my hands down that...I would never complain again. He's so delicious. He's like a bar of chocolate. You just wanna eat him out. Maybe even his...
NO! CUT IT OUT EMILY! YOU ARE NOT A SLUT! YOU ARE A WITCH....a horny one at that.
Thanks to my little inner turmoil, I wasn't looking where I was going and bumped into someone. The impact was hard, and I started to lose balance. A hand wrapped around my waist stopping me from falling. I gripped the person's shirt as a reflex. I looked up to see a young man who looked like Zyair. Rather, their eyes, hair, and nose were similar, but everything else wasn't. I unconsciously ran my hand down his chest. Huh, he was fit, but not as fit as Zyair.
The stranger steadied me on my feet and asked if I was alright. However, before I could answer, Zyair made his presence known.
"What are you doing here, Kyle?" he asked.
I turned to see him in a pair of jeans and a grey colored t-shirt that highlighted his muscles. His chest...
"I can't greet my new sister?" the stranger, who I know to be called Kyle, answered.
Wait, sister? Are they related?
"Um, are you guys related?" I questioned.
"Sort of," Zyair sighed. "He's my best friend. So, in terms of relationship, I'd say we are."
I turned my gaze back to Kyle and saw him wink. A scoff came from Zyair as he walked up behind me. His footsteps were heavy, but his touch was gentle. He placed his hand on the small of my back and began walking me to the kitchen. The kitchen was bigger than the bedroom. The stove, fridge, and even the counters and cabinets were the best of the best. I'm afraid to touch them thinking that I would damage their beauty.
Zyair guided me to a circular dining table and ushered me to sit down. He took the seat next to me. "Coffee?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I don't drink coffee. Herbal tea would be good, please?"
He nodded. "Justin!" he shouted.
A man walked in wearing butler attire and a pair of glasses. The guy had a comb-over too. He greeted Zyair and me, then began making coffee, herbal tea, and breakfast. I watched as he worked like lightning. For an old guy, he moved pretty fast. The smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the kitchen. My stomach began to growl just anticipating the delicacies.
"You'll eat soon," Zyair chuckled. He lifted my hand and kissed the back of it. "My princess needs to eat."
I blushed. He was really exerting the prince charming thing. Speaking of prince charming, I wonder how Ian is doing. I know it's a random thought, but the last time I saw him, he was my mom's knight in shining armor. That much dominating energy was enough to make her faint. I'm just glad she stayed awake as long as she did.
"Zyair," I started. His hand still holding mine. "I want to see my parents, please."
He looked at me through his lashes. "After breakfast," he replied. "I need to see them anyway."
I retracted my hand, which resulted in a growl from him. "Wh-Why?" I asked nervously.
"You are my amore, and they are your parents. It is only natural that I greet them properly. And don't worry, I won't overwhelm your mom with my aura."
I guess he noticed.
"Here you are, your majesty," Justin said, placing two cups and multiple plates of food in front of us. My tea was hot. One whiff and I knew exactly what was in it. As a witch, we have a nose for herbs. After all, we make potions from the earth. It's only natural we know what's in it. Justin had given me chamomile tea with fresh honey taken directly from the hive. There was a hint of mint mixed in the chamomile as well. I took a sip. Not only did it smell good, but it also taste good.
I thanked Justin for the food and tea. He gave me a warm smile then walked off. "Wow, this smells good," a voice announced.
I know that voice.