The Werewolf(malexmale)

Chapter 18

As grateful as I was for the kiss, I was surprised to find myself not really into it this time. I was too emotionally distraught with Callias to even sit back and take the kiss. This isn't what I wanted at all, I wanted our kisses to be meaningful and special. And right now he was just kissing me because he was trying to prove something to himself. My eyes widened in shock when my own hand connected to the side of Callias' face with a loud snap. "Holy shit." Someone cursed out, I gasped when I glanced down at my now trembling hand to Callias face who paled as his head stayed tilted to the side.

"I-I..." it was so hard to speak right now, knowing that what I just did was probably the most stupid thing I ever did in the entire world. He really hates me now, I screwed up big time...I cupped my hand over to my mouth, while trying to choke back in another embarrassing scream. The TV in the livingroom was left on pause as everyone's eyes gazed on us. I couldn't look at Callias anymore so I had to turn my body around so that I faced a wall instead. My eyes looked down the entire time, while the silence in the atmosphere thickened.

"Dad...are you alright?" Serge whispered cautiously, I felt another pang hit my chest when Callias didn't respond. I really screwed up this time. My shoulders shook as my heart grew heavy and began to plummet down to the pit of my stomach in angst. I felt a warm and calloused hand gently wrap around my wrist. "I need to speak to him... alone." Callias murmured so softly that he almost didn't seem to be affected by the slap. It made me even more nervous to know that he was more calm about it than he was angry. Callias is an unpredictable man, and that scared me to no end. No one said anything for awhile, the room was silent as he held onto my hand without me facing him.

"Dad--"

"Leave now....please." He said firmly, no one made a move. No one said anything or did anything for awhile before Callias let out a shaky breath before dragging me out of the living room and away from the curious gazes of his family. Callias looked left and right for the nearest room he could sneak us off into, and he frowned when the only room that he could find was the laundry room. "Come on...." he gruffed out before gently pushing and urging me forward and into the room. Callias locked the door behind it and I suddenly found it very hard to breath. I tried to say something, or anything really just to ease up the awkward tension between us but I felt like something got caught inside my throat...making it impossible to speak.

My hands were shaking, and my knees buckled when Callias' piercing dark eyes stared down on me. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out another uneven breath. "What did I do wrong?" He whispered in agony as he leaned against the door with his hands stuck in the front of his pockets. My eyes widened in surprise when Callias' eyes started to brim red. "Why aren't you happy?" My heart sank as guilt started to fill me. It wasn't that I was not happy, I really was...I just didn't know how to explain how I feel to someone like Callias. "I've done everything I could...and apparently its not enough for you." I tried taking a few steps forward and towards Callias but I stopped after the second step.

"Is it my age? Do I embarrass you? Well...i'm sorry that i'm not the captain of the football team or a successful student Darren." My eyes widened at that, he's the one that's self-conscious? He has no right to be. "How can you even say that!?" I cried out to him as my shoulders shook....my emotions were running on an all time high. This isn't fair coming from him. "Isn't that the truth?" He whispered...waiting for me to say something back to him. "Of course not! I want you...but-" I let out an ommf when Callias quickly approached me and scooped me up into his tight arms. "That's all I needed to hear." He whispered hotly against my ear.

"You need to listen to my side of the story." I whispered back to him, as I couldn't help but lean against his shoulder. "Go on then, i'm listening." I felt something warm and wet press onto my temple. "Why can't you be like this all the time?" I mumbled into his shoulder, hoping that he wouldn't hear me but to my surprise; he did. He pulled away from the hug only to leave his hands on my shoulders, "aren't I always?" Callias tilted his head to the side in confusion, and I couldn't help but let my tears fall. "No...not when we are around your family, or around other people in public. You don't hold my hand or...." I cupped my hands to my mouth as another sob threatened to wrack my body.

While Callias let out a sigh of relief..."is that what this is about?" He chuckled softly before pulling me back into his chest. Why is he laughing? "I only did that because I thought that you wouldn't want to be seen with me...you know because i'm old." He chuckled hoarsely before leaning down to kiss my cheek. I let out a hoarse gasp, as I tried not to cry again. "Is there anything else that's been bothering you love?" He whispered as he started rubbing soothing circles onto my back. I wanted to mention about the women that I saw in the picture, I wanted to know more about them but I didn't want to ruin this moment.

So I thought against it as I leaned on his shoulder and breathed in his warm cologne. I shook my head as he chuckled...Callias held me tightly into his arms when I blushed as I felt something hardening against my thigh. My heart beat instantly kicked up as my shook even harder. We haven't done this in such a long time. I didn't know what he would expect from me. He lifted me up higher into his arms so that my legs wrapped around his hip area. Callias brought our bodies closer together as he moved us back into and against the laundry machine.

"I love you Darren Reed. And don't you forget that for anything in this world." Tears started blinking past my eyelashes as I wrapped my arms around Callias neck. Callias smiled softly before leaning down and connecting my lips with his before parting them away. "You're thing is poking my thigh..." I whispered shly as I peered my eyes up at him. Callias smirked as he purposely brushed it against my thigh making me involuntarily squeal. "Stop..." teased while slapping his chest. Callias chuckled before heaving me up into his arms and setting me down onto the laundry floor. "We'll have to continue this later..." he playfully growled at me while smacking my behind playfully; causing me to gasp as I rubbed it with my hands.

He took my hand in his while he threaded our fingertips together. Callias smiled down on me before using his thumb to trace soothing patterns into the palm of my hand. "I love you Callias." I whispered shyly without stuttering it out for the first time. Callias couldn't stop smiling at me as he leaned down only to playfully blow a raspberry onto my cheeks...he's doing it again. "Stop treating me like a kid." I whined as I tried to side-step away from him only to be brought back into his arms. "If you think that's bad just be thankful you aren't my son. "

"I do it to you because I can't help how cute you are." He murmured while gently pinching my cheek. I couldn't help but smile to that as all my fear and doubt swept away between us. Callias grabbed onto my hand tightly as he took us out of the room, and I couldn't help but smile in relief when he didn't let go of it when Serge and Logan turned towards us expectantly.

Callias just held onto my hand even tighter, "so what's good on T.V?" He mused as he we made our way to the couch where Serge and Logan sat down on. I was about to sit by his side, when Callias surprisingly grabbed me by my hips only to lay me down on his lap. At the corner of my eye, I couldn't help but blush when Logan looked towards me with an arched eyebrow as he leaned onto Serge's side.

No one said anything for awhile as we blankly stared at the TV in front of us when the doorbell began to ring unexpectedly. No one made a move to get it, as Callias began to shamelessly place butterfly kisses on the nape of my neck. I couldn't help but giggle when he began to playfully tickle my sides. Jeeves offered to get the door when no one else made did. And in a way, I was thankful for that because I really didn't want to leave Callias' lap. I closed my eyes in bliss, when Callias kept trailing his lips up and down against my skin. His hands began to trail his hands around my hips, only to intertwine my fingers with his.

I loved every moment I spent with Callias, and knowing that he felt the same way only added the icing to the cake. Callias grunted as he playfully growled against my collarbone when he nipped at my skin. I squealed when he started to tickle my sides. I didn't even hear the TV turn off when a couple of footsteps approached us through my hooded vision and when my eyes fully adjusted to the tall and built figure in front of us. My eyes widened when they trailed up along the markings on his arm, but when I saw his face; I couldn't breathe. A sharp gasp left my lips as my body started shaking when a memory flashed through my mind. He was the one that shot Logan.

Nikolas.