Intensity

Fuck.

I shut my eyes, once I peered out the window. Walking up to the house was a smiling Patrick and a moody Felicity. I rubbed the bridge of my nose as Alec soothed an almost hysterical Emmbla. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to her. Why did my uncle's have to come so early? And why the fuck was Felicity here. She wasn’t part of the family. I made a face as I remembered what had happened the night that I had found out where Patrick had been hiding Emmbla.

I glanced down at the blond haired girl. She was so petite, so fragile… so human. I looked back down to where the two teenagers were entering the mansion. Felicity looked up and smiled her alluring smile, a double meaning clearly written into it. I knew what she wanted. She wouldn’t stop until I shared her bed. I mentally cursed as I turned around and hoisted Emmbla off the ground. Snaking my hand underneath her knees, I picked her up bridal style and walked into the bedroom with her.

She was gripping my button down shirt as I sat her down on the bed. I leaned into her and pressed a kiss to her soft lips. Her eyes widened and stared up into mine. She opened her mouth to speak, but I quickly placed a finger over her lips to quiet her.

“You will be fine,” I assured, even though I honestly wasn’t sure if she would be safe. My uncle's were some of the most dangerous of our kind. The only ones more dangerous were my father's friends who were apart of the council. My uncle's almost seemed like saints compared to them. I mentally cursed again as I ran my fingers through her hair, still trying to calm her.

They would be coming here too.

Someone stepped into the room and stood by the door. I looked up from Emmbla’s frightened face and stared at Alec. She stood there idly messing with the hem of his shirt.

"Sai che è in pericolo. Perché mi hai portato qui?" he spoke, quietly. Emmbla’s forehead crinkled as she tried to figure out what he was saying. I just shook my head and turned back toward my long time friend.

“Le ho portato qui in modo che potesse essere al sicuro.” I replied.

His eyes narrowed.

“Così, per il vostro proprio guadagno personale che hai portato qui? Anche se si sapeva che wouldnt da salvare. Si sapeva che stavano arrivando. Sapete pericolo quanto lei sarà, nei prossimi venti-quattro ore?” He sneered. I just shook my head in reply. He rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room.

There was no arguing with him. Never was. He had made a clear point. It was for my own personal gain; I was being selfish. I was risking her life because I liked how well she fit my body. How well our bodies moved together.

I jumped out of my thoughts as I felt a soft hand trace the bone in my cheek. I looked down at the owner and smiled a small smile. Her hand slid to the back of my neck and pulled me down on top of her. Her fingers idly playing with the hair at the base of my neck.

She leaned up and pressed her lips to mine and lingered. Breaking the kiss, she looked straight into my eyes and breathed,

“I know I’m safe with you. I trust you.”

Her scent wafted to my nose, and my eyes dilated. Forcefully I crashed my lips back into hers, my tongue sliding out beckoning her to grant me entrance. She granted access and we quickly started to replay what had happened only hours ago.