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22. Tit for Tat II
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I Reject You, Mate 23. Resignation
I drift, for what seems to be an eternity filled with excruciating pain and pleasure. Sparks explode behind my eyes and my knees buckle. I see red, and lightning. My world cleaves and all that I am, all that is left is that tether that makes us one. I may have been crying or moaning. I can't say, my consciousness is somewhere else, floating, shattering, transforming, becoming. Ezra's joy knows no limit. I could tell her she's a fool for feeling joy, but my reservoir for words has been emptied out. I lose myself slowly. Who am I? I am his Erasthai, and I have been marked for all of eternity. Who is Gin? Gin is gone. Mr. Winchester's teeth retracts slowly, his tongue caressing where his canines had been. He does it slowly, like he has all the time in the world. Territorial bastard, some part of me thinks as his velvety tongue continues stroking. Heat pounds between my thighs and I know deep in my core that I hate him so much. I k
I Reject You, Mate 24. No
Ray turns in my resignation the next day along with hers. It is no surprise when an hour later, both letters return in the mail box, each stamped with the word, "DECLINED."It does nothing to influence my decision on not returning, but Ray does. I don't hold it against her. She needs it, and it'd be silly to throw away a job at Winchester Global because of a squabble she knows nothing about anyway.It begins with flowers.Every morning I walk out the house to jog through the streets, I see a fresh bouquet of flowers at my door. There are always notes in each, and I don't need to open them to know who it's from.I make it my duty to toss it unceremoniously in the trash on my way out.When Mr. Winchester sees that sending me flowers won't cut it, he starts dumping gift boxes by my door.They go in the trash as well. I don't bother looking into them, so I don't get angrier than I already am. So it doesn't disturb me more than it already does that Sinclair Winchester thinks gift boxes and
I Reject You, Mate 25. His Apology
"I'm leaving." Ray doesn't bother to glance up from her laptop, or whatever she's intently scribbling into her journal. "Cut it out. You've got nowhere to go." It's the first time she's strung more than a word together for me since that night at the club. Her gaze rarely meets mine either. I can't tell if she is scared of what she thinks I am or she just happens to find me repulsive. "There is nothing left for me here and I am tired of leeching off of you." Ray taps the head of her pen on the table, but she still doesn't meet my gaze. "Never said that to you. I've got no idea where you get your pretty thoughts from. You wanna leave. Ain't got no papers to hop on a flight, no greenbacks to your name. I could lend you some if you wanna bolt, but we both know there's no corner of this godforsaken planet where you can hide from Mr. Winchester's grasp." Maybe there isn't. Perhaps, I should return home, to my father and be the daughter
I Reject You, Mate 26. His Proposal
A lot can happen in one week. Hell, people have life-changing moments in one second.I happen to have what I'd like to call the craziest week in my life.It was a dream, and I knew I would wake from it one day. But I have never been treated with such tenderness in my entire life, or such...care. I let myself head first into it.I should have said no to him. Technically, I did say no, not in a manner of speaking. I didn't return to work, and Mr. Winchester came visiting again. A rattling around by my window has my gaze shifting from my screen. I'm watching an episode from Death Note, an anime series I find rather amusing. I frown as another rock lands on the glass with a loud thud. Someone's throwing a rock at my window. I look at the time. It's two in the morning. Cautiously, I slip out of bed, padding toward the source of the noise. I groan inwardly before pushing it open. Cool air wafts in, chilling the tip of my nose and I let out an icy breath. "Really?" Mr. Winchester reclines
I Reject You, Mate 27. Surfing
Many times, I recall what my life had been at Lycanthia, and how pathetic I must have looked, holding on to a relationship that had no future; to a man that had been mine to begin with, but I lost him somewhere along the line.I wonder if I look the same way now.But I can tell the difference. He wants me. He doesn't nothing to hide that from me or the world. It's in the papers. They say I'm his mistress. It doesn't bother me. The only thing that does bother me is my face on the papers. The fear that Alaric might show up at my door step one day.Even that is taken care of when I discover just how much my safety matters to Sin. He has Ray's home under watch at every hour, and I know if I called, he'd be here immediately.""You're walking into a heartbreak, girl," Ray says with a solemn tone as we climb those steps together. "I don't know what universe you hail from, but 'round these parts, messin' with a married man usually ends in tears. No two ways about it."I slice her a sharp look
I Reject You, Mate 28. Conference Room I
Meetings.Schedule.Tedious, all of this. I wish he didn't have to attend. I wish we'd had more time to ourselves this morning. I wish he'd rescheduled for another day, just so I could spend more time in his arms this morning, just breathing in his spicy scent and listening to his heartbeat, all the while pretending to be asleep.But it was an important meeting that couldn't be rescheduled any further and we'd had to take an early flight home.I'm grungy because of this; moody, angry and maybe add hungry to that list.Hungry for things I'd rather not say.Elaina's presence when we arrived at the office only added to my sour mood. She was seated behind Sin's desk, waiting with folded arms, and as soon as we'd shown up, she had flared up so bad, Sin had asked me to excuse them.Yeah. I'm the other woman again.Goddess, I hate everything."Quit pouting. You look like a fucking kid," Ray says, dumping another coffee on her table where I'm currently crashing till I'm needed again. "The tan
I Reject You, Mate 29. Conference Room II
His hand disappears into my skirt and my eyes close, a harsh breath leaving my lips as his warm fingers trace the outline of my underwear.Slowly, he tortures me, playing between my thighs, but not quite where I want him. I'm long gone from the meeting and I'm drifting on a different plane.Skilled fingers shift my panties aside and...I sigh, fingers curling into tight fists.Each breath is faint, and my eyes unseeing. The first stroke of his finger has my nipples tightening, and a moan threatens to escape my throat. I shove it down, even as I part my thighs, allowing him more access up my skirt. The clients carry on with the presentation, oblivious to Sin's fingers plunging into my wet sex in a slow torturous motion. In, out, in, deeper, out. My entire world has been reduced to those motions, and my claws jut in and out at the loss of control.I feel eyes on me, and I turn to find El watching. My expression is that of boredom, having taken years to master it, but so
I Reject You, Mate 30. Sinclair
Rip. Snap. Breathe.My tie comes off in shredded pieces, buttons flying as I try to do just that. Breathe. Nothing works. A low growl rumbles in my chest, my hands clenching the edge of the sink. My vision darkens. My teeth aches as they stretch and retract. The mirror reflects a pair of feral eyes staring back at me.My fist lashes out, smashing the glassy surface. Breathe.I can't fucking breathe. Agony like fire courses through my back, and I collapse onto the cold, hard tiles, baying. Not now, I growl inwardly, but Sable has always had a mind of his own, never submitting, always raging and fighting for control. It makes it that much harder to stay in human form. I'm more Lycan than man. I will always be. It doesn't matter how long I walk in human clothing or skin. I'll always be more of a simple minded beast than the complex creatures that humans are, indulging my basest desires without restrictions.And now, that decision is to run wild in my damned of
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