(Daimon)
"Yes?" Sarah squinted at me. I wanted to squeeze it as she reminded me of a kitten. I could see the hair on the end of it being raised up.
Her gaze went up and down as if she were looking for something. I didn't know what, but I knew she wasn't checking me out. More like she saw something that I could not, but what? I couldn't help but follow her gaze, trying to figure out what she was thinking.
What I would give to see what was inside her head right now. So many questions, but none came forward.
I waited, watched. Taking in every breath and movement.
"Would you like to dance?" Her voice cut through my silence.
I froze for a moment; I leaned forward. "Yes." I raised my hands for her to take.
Sarah took it without hesitation. Her warm, petite fingers wrapped around my fingers; the other hand did a strange flick, which I caught her doing. A wash of warmth pulsed through my body. What the hell was that?
I shivered, looking down at her. Where did that come from? Was that the wind?
I shook those thoughts out. I grasped and moved. We moved; I could hear every single one of her breaths, moving together. Though I could tell that Sarah wasn't quite paying attention to the dance. Her steps were offbeat, but we still moved. Sarah reached behind me; I felt her arm flick.
My body jolted, shuddering as electrifying energy shot up and down. My eyes widened, stumped. The energy disappeared just as it reappeared, as if it wasn't there in the first place. I spun her, bringing her closer.
"What are you doing?" I whispered in her ear. Sarah flinched. A satisfying feeling shuddered through my body. A mischievous grin erupted on my lips. How much more could I make her flinch? I wanted to know.
"Huh?" Sarah stumbled.
I moved, catching her. Her balance was off; she would have splayed face flat if I hadn't caught her. I put her back on her feet. "You're not paying attention. Almost as if your mind is somewhere else."
"Oh, I'm just a woman on a mission."
"A mission?" Was she now? A smug expression dawned on my lips. What was she playing today? From singing to dancing, what more can this kitten do?
"Yes, enjoying the dance before I go home and call it a night."
"Oh? It seems you've been having a successful night. Singing for everyone, is that something that you do?"
"No, it just seemed like the right time."
I shuddered again, my hand gripping hers tighter. The smell of her scent was getting addicting, growing with every shudder. My wolf paced hard, getting uncomfortable to where I had to shove him a few times to not come out and make a fool of ourselves. She didn't know what we were, and I would not entertain it tonight.
Her body crashed onto my chest, and she pushed down a bubbling groan. I could feel her warm body, her curves that touched my skin. I needed to go for a run to burn this unwanted energy.
"Um…I think we are a tad bit too close, Mr. Regis." Sarah whispered.
"Daimon, call me Daimon." I couldn't let this go. I leaned in, whispering into her ear as I let my hot breath tickle her. I felt her whole body shudder, making me tremble.
My mind was unraveling, another tingle and zap of energy electrified me. My shoulder slumped, my nose sniffing her hair as a deep sigh escaped me. Peace came through, making me feel at ease around her. Even Logan stopped pacing, leaning in to take a sniff here and there. He whined a few times, but he didn't seem displeased that she was in my arms.
We moved together. Our dance fluid and was in a bit more sync every time an electric feel ran up and down my back. I couldn't help but feel my pants tighten below me; I bit back a groan. My arms wrapped around her tighter. I didn't want to let her go.
My nose made its way to the crook of her neck. Lips inches apart from kissing it as well. My fangs elongated as I licked it a few times. I could taste the area where I wanted to bite down and mark. Fire burned through my throat and body; the sweetness of her scent was arousing. Each sniff became a tortuous groan that threatened to escape my mouth, and resisting it grew difficult.
"Um…Daimon. You're squishing me too hard." Sarah's voice cut through the haze. My mind comes back. "If you could, let me…breathe."
My mind snapped out of the stupor; I was so close to biting and marking her in front of everyone here. Shame and shock washed over my face. It was as if I were a teenager all over again. I loosened, letting go. Hunger gripped my chest; What would it be like to see her under me? Squirming? My mind danced across images that popped into my head. Sweat slicked down my face, holding hard not to cross the line. A pure battle of wills as her scent was excruciating tantalizing.
This was not normal. I bite the inner side of my cheek, jolting me awake from the pain.
Sarah's gaze searched my face, resting on my right ear. I realized the earring originated from the first black feather I picked up from Sarah. There was something about that feather that drew me to it, and I made it into an earring. It fit, resting on my ear as if it's supposed to be there.
"You made it into an earring." Sarah blurted out.
"Hmm?" I blinked, watching her expression.
"The black feather."
"Oh, I liked it."
"Oh," she blushed. There was something pleasing about the way she turned red. I wanted to see more of it. "It looks great on you."
My breath shuddered.
Get closer to her. Logan groaned. We can't let her out of our grasp.
I couldn't agree with him more. I wanted her to stay in my arms.
Sarah took a step back. "Mr. Regis…. Are you okay?" She reached out toward my right chest. I snatched her hand; a groan bubbled close to my throat. My breath was heavy and panting, eyes wild.
A zap of electricity hit me again. My eyes almost rolled back in glee. I blinked a few times.
She smells so good. Logan pushed hard, driving the primal side of me. I fought hard for control, putting him down before he could do anything that would get all of us into a shitshow. Logan relented; I smiled, staring down at her. My eyes glowed gold with hunger.
"Whatever you are doing, I don't advise it." My words tumbled out before I could stop myself. My breath shivers in excitement. Heavy and slow, just to control my beating heart.
"Mr. Regis. I am not sure what you are talking about," Sarah pulled her hand out of my grip, darting to the left. She grabbed something in the empty air, which my eyes followed. I overlooked her action, but perceived its weight.
I snatched her wrist. A hot pulse of heat radiated between the two of us. The taste evoked recognition, but I could not place it. A snarl graced my smile, my teeth showing. Each pulse of heat, I got closer to wanting to take a bite. What would it taste like to nibble on her lips?
"Daimon," I rumbled, that sounded close to a growl. I didn't like how she separated us.
"Well, Daimon. I don't recommend you yanking my hand." A sweet flutter beating in my heart.
"You don't say?"
"Yes. I was taking a flint off your shoulder."
I didn't believe her. She was grasping air when I caught her hand.
"There must have been many as your hand was busy flicking things off me."
"Yes, the tangle of lint was a terrible mess. You don't want to see it." She assured me.
A chuckle graced my lips. "I don't believe that."
My gaze trailed from her face down her nose to her lips. Taking every single moment as my mouth became wet. It continued down her neck, and into her bosom and back up to her eyes.
"I need to use the bathroom, Daimon." Sarah said in a hurry.
"Do you?" I leaned in close. Her scent wrapped around me like a noose, not letting me go.
"Yes!" Sarah squeaked. Her hands pulled back with a vicious yank, snatching her hand out.
A final, vicious, electrifying tingle zipped through my whole body. I groaned out loud, panting. My pants are too tight and I swear I thought I had just finished. Embarrassed but confused. What did she do to me? A bubbling anger rose up in my heart; she wasn't normal. I could tell she was hiding something; I didn't know what, and I was going to find it out if it was the last thing i do.
Take her home! Logan snarled; he was going half feral.
A deep chuckle was brewing in my throat. Not today, Logan. We will find out what kind of hex she put on us, and I'll find it one way or another.
Sarah twirled, detaching away from me.
I reached out, grabbing a fistful of feathers. I felt another snap of electrifying energy shock through my body, shuddering, freezing me in place.
Fuck!
I couldn't move or chase after her. What was going on? Her scent was addicting, I could swear I wanted to jump her and do things that I never thought I would think about. I shoved and kicked those thoughts out, pushing them away. Raising my hand, three black feathers in my hands. These feathers heavily smelled of her.
Every single time, I would be left with these black feathers. I kept one for the pen I use every day. I enjoyed using the fantastic pen. No other pen compared to it. The earring was another great accessory; it never got wet and the gold never rusted. Removing it offered no benefit and presented a hassle. I kept the other feathers in my box in my home office, hidden in the drawers. These three would be put away with the others.
Opening my suit, I placed the three black feathers into my pocket for safekeeping. I followed her, hoping to get more of her scent and find out what kind of hex she had put on me.
I followed her.
Just as quickly as she ran off, I couldn't quite find her. Annoyed, I wanted her here in front of me so I could drag those answers out of her as the anger cooled. I paced back and forth, thinking about what to ask if I found her.
"Daimon?" Ariel called out from behind me.
I stopped, sighing. I looked at my watch: 12:01 am. Thank god. I didn't know when it struck twelve, but I could feel the magic of the blood pact loosening and dissolving. The freedom of the chains breaking apart left a heavy sigh of relief. I paid the debt, and I was free.
Ariel came over. She placed her hand on my arm, tugging at me.
I straightened up, annoyed. "Yes?" I turned around, glaring down at her.
She hitched in fear. "We-we-re you looking for me?"
"No, but it seems you came at the right time."
"I did?"
"Yes, Ariel. My blood pact is complete with your family. I do not owe you or your family anything anymore."
"No," Ariel gasped. "You can't do that. The blood pact is still—
I silenced her with a snarl, "Do not lie to me, Ariel. It's paid and finished. I felt it snap. Your father had felt it, my father had felt it, and even you. It's done. We are over."
"B-b-but our marriage."
"There was never a marriage to begin with, or have you forgotten the contract? I never agreed to marry you, nor do I ever want to. This wasn't a pact of marriage; it was a pact of power. Your family got everything that they asked for, and now no more. You and your father can never ever dangle that power over our family again, and swear to god if you do, I will destroy every little connection your family built with my hand!" Bubbling rage swirled in my chest, for the past five years she had made it her mission to mess up every transaction, every move, for her own selfish benefit.
It grated on my nerves how childish and selfish she was. What was worse was that her father pulled damn contract over our heads as if it's an obligation, even pushing for marriage. Those conniving snakes, how the hell my father fell into that trap, I don't know.
"Daimon," Ariel muttered, tears streaming down her face.
"No. In front of the moon, Daimon Regis had paid off our blood debt. It's over, Ariel." I spoke in a cold tone. I pulled out my phone, dialing my beta.
A few rings went through until Beta Mike picked up the phone.
"Alpha, is everything all right?" Mike asked, curious.
"Send a priority news report and mail to every werewolf pack that our blood pact is over. I want our separation from the Laughton family to be finished and on the front page news. I don't want a single Laughton member ten meters anywhere around my buildings or pack land."
"On it, Alpha." Mike chuckled. "I was waiting for this. The entire pack will be ecstatic; this night would be one of the best nights for the Regis Pack."
"Damn right you are," I turned around, marching off as I left Ariel behind. Her crying grew louder, attracting attention.
"Those damn Laughton acted like they owned Regis. I swear, if it wasn't for the blood pact, we would have gone to war and put them all down!"
"I couldn't agree with you more. No matter, it's done. I felt the blood pact dissolving. Now, I want you to look for every piece of information about Sarah Gibbons."
"Sarah Gibbons? Did she do something?"
"I'm not sure, but there is something strange about it. She could be a witch."
Mike gasped, "No way. Are you serious? We don't have witches in our territory; when did they appear?"
"I don't know, but I want to know who she is, why she is here, and what she might be doing. Hell, if she is even using any hexes or curses, for all I know."
"On it alpha, give me a few days, and I'll get back to you," Mike stated. "Though, did you find your fated mate?"
"No."
Mike sighed, "It would be nice to have Luna again in our pack."
"Not you, too."
"What? It's true. After your grandmother passed, the pack has been lethargic. There is more bite than softness in our pack."
I snorted, "Softness gets us killed. It's not the best time to have a luna with how the other packs are talking about the dark magic appearing again. We need to weed every single one of those worms out of our territory before an infestation occurs."
"Yes, alpha. I'll get that done. Plus, go join the fun, maybe find me a mate or get laid." Mike smirked through the phone. "I suggest you go enjoy the rest of your night. Hell, i hope you find your mate. Score the whole gathering before you go."
I sighed, "Just go." I clicked and turned off the phone. This was going to be a long night, as the thought of Sarah stayed at the forefront of my mind. I cursed under my breath. She must have hexed me. That damn witch.