Zade wanted to deny Annabelle. He wanted to turn and leave, and not come back until he was satisfied beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had reigned in the beast. Looking into her hopeful eyes, and then down to pouting lips, and heaving bosom, how could he deny her? How could he even think about walking out the door? "I do love you," he told her, wanting to assure both her and himself that his feelings for her were the only thing that mattered.
She stared back at him for a while, until the lightest traces of a grin could be seen on her lips. "Prove it," she said, the way they always had in their games with one another.
Zade couldn't resist his own small smile. "How?"
Annabelle gave a half-smile before her expression turned completely stoic; not a trace of humor to be found. She didn’t grace him with a reply, and he didn't leave her waiting, nor did he give himself any longer to second-guess himself and walk away. A moment after that smile had left her lips, he'd seized them in a demanding, powerful kiss, one that he hoped never ended.
Annabelle responded, clinging to him desperately and pressing her trembling lips harder against his. She opened her mouth for him without delay, a tiny whimper breaking from her throat when he caressed her tongue with his own. She felt his hands slid up her body, taking in the contours of her back and neck, and then traveling back down to her hips. His hands were like contained lightning, setting off little electric shocks all over her restless body.
"Don't worry, Zade," she told him in a hushed voice, but by no means simpering or unsure. She could have screamed it at him, and her message would have been the same: 'I want you, all of you, so stop holding back.'
Zade's dark eyes flashed down at her, and for a moment, she could see the wolf within. It was an intoxicating rush, and she found herself gasping in shock. The light in her own eyes told Zade that she wasn't afraid, so he brought his hands to her body and began to work the rest of her clothing free. They stared into one another's eyes, getting lost in the deep orbs until Annabelle spoke once more.
It was all she said, and all she needed to say. Zade's hands were like fire now, burning a path everywhere that he touched. A low rumbling could be heard from the recesses of his chest, and then he spoke three simple words that foretold exactly what the night would hold: “As you wish.”
Annabelle smiled and secured her arms around his neck, pulling him down to meet her open, waiting mouth. She cried out softly, a noise that he swallowed with his talented tongue and stroking fingers against her cheek.
“You're beautiful,” he told her when he pulled away from her mouth, kissing her forehead lightly. A stirring heat began to flicker and swell in her heart. At first, it was like the afterglow of the embers of a fire long-since put out. Warm and treacherous. But with every second she gazed into Zade’s sincere eyes, the fire grew as though it were being prodded and stirred. Soon it was a blazing inferno, one that she didn't think anyone could control.
She left burning kisses along the swoop of his neck, tracing her tongue along his collar bone before she opened her jaws and lightly bit the skin above his pulse point. A full-out growl burst from his throat then, and the force of his next kiss threw her flat onto her back on the bed.
When her teeth scraped against his skin, tongue tracing over the mark to soothe the skin, he rolled over top of her, knocking the both of them off the bed. Zade's arm braced around her middle, catching the floor on his forearm and hand, so as not to truly hurt her. Staring down into the blue orbs that looked at him with an incredible mixture of love, lust, anticipation and worry, he threw all of his previous doubts out of his mind, making love to her right there on the floor.
“I've never loved anyone as I love you,” he whispered into her ear, stealing another kiss from her lips. She wanted to tell him endlessly how she loved him, how she would do anything for him, how he was the only one who truly matter. She wanted to cascade her feelings all over him, but couldn't get the words out.
Before today, they had never even kissed. Yet there they were on the floor, bodies slick with the light blanket of sweat, legs still entwined in a lover’s embrace.
All Zade could think about was Annabelle. How her eyes seemed to twinkle in any light, how her smile made his heart melt, how all he wanted was her for the rest of his life. These thoughts kept rolling through his mind as she lay in his arms.
Sometime later, they lay together under the covers on the bed, Annabelle's head resting on his chest and he held her cradled against the length of his body. Annabelle sighed. "I wish..." she trailed off, unsure if she should finish.
"What? What is your wish?"
She tilted her head up to look at him. "I wish you didn’t have to suffer through this alone."
He brought his hands up to the sides of her face, cupping her cheeks in his palms and brushing his thumbs in soft circles over her skin. Not knowing what else to say, he lowered his head slowly to hers and pressed his lips softly against hers. Annabelle sighed softly into the kiss, reaching out and holding onto his sides.
“But I’m not alone,” he finally said as he pulled away from her lips. “I have you, and that’s all I’ll ever need.”
She smiled and sat up slowly, kissing him quickly. “I’m going to something to drink. Would you like anything, while I’m up?”
“Just some water,” he replied as she stood, naked as the day she was born, a truly remarkable sight to behold. So long he’d dreamt of seeing her that way, and finally being able to rest his eyes upon her beauty made a smile form on his lips.
He watched, a little disappointed, as Annabelle rummaged through the drawers, found a nice, flowing sun dress and put it on. She giggled slightly at the look on his face and then left the room and wandered to the kitchen, finding two glasses and pouring some water from the pitcher in the fridge into them.
Zade shot out of the bed when he heard the glasses fall to the ground and shatter, Annabelle’s small gasp causing him to dress in less than a second and he ran out to the kitchen. He protectively stood in front of Annabelle, shielding her from the intruder.
Vesta stood there, nonchalantly holding a black-bladed dagger in her right hand. “Nice to see you, Zade,” she said calmly. Then she looked at Annabelle. “However, I can’t say the same for you.”
Annabelle was stunned into silence. Zade pushed her further behind him, urging her to go, but she was persistent, and she remained by his side. Her face showed no fear. But her eyes watched that dagger like a heat-seeking missile.
“I warned you, witch,” Zade muttered. “I warned you to stay away.”
“And I don’t listen to lycans,” she responded. “Especially when they consort with mortals. Love has a way of blinding us all.”
In a movement so quick Zade himself almost didn’t catch it, she leapt forward, dagger readied in her hand and poised to strike. She was so close to Annabelle, but Zade caught her wrist, bending it backwards, listening to the bones in her hand crack and break into a million tiny irreparable pieces. She winced and hissed in pain, the dagger falling from her broken hand. Annabelle was swift, her hand darting out to catch it in midair before it fell to the floor. She held it firmly in her grasp, so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Zade was still focused on Vesta. He kept squeezing on her already mangled hand, sending waves of pain through the witch. He didn’t even know what had happened until he saw Vesta’s face contort and she looked down at the hole just below her sternum, fingering the blood that stained her shirt.
Annabelle had stabbed Vesta. And she went hilt-deep into her skin, which was a good six or seven inches.
Zade released Vesta and she fell to the ground, gasping as blood began to trickle from the side of her mouth.