She Doesn't Care

Chapter 9: Aftermath

"My brother has some clothes which might fit you. You can take a bath in the guest bathroom, the towels are in the cupboard beside the door. " I instructed walking to my brother's room.

Scott always kept his cupboard in a dirty mess. Which meant picking anything out was nothing short of mission impossible. Though, in that duration I attempted to collect my thoughts.

I was successful in one of my missions, that I had previously deemed harder. With the pair of clothes in my hand and a still conflicted mind I made my way to his direction.

"Sylvester?" I called out, knocking on the door before pushing it open. The room was empty. I felt a sudden relief wash over me, the lesser we meet the better.

I placed the clothes on the bed and just as I turned around the bathroom door creaked open.

"Delphi?" I gulped nervously letting my eyes feast on the godly body before them. Mate or not, his body was worth appreciating.

Sylvester had come out with just a towel hanging low on his hips. A dragon tattoo twisted artistically around his right side starting from his ribs and disappearing under the folds of the white towel.

His six pack clenched deliciously as steam still surrounded his body. Tiny droplets rolled down his abdomen getting absorbed in the towel. My eyes slowly made their way to his face, his perfect lips separated slightly. I trailed my eyes to his now dark ones. A stormy grey.

"Delphi?" He repeated. His hair swayed a little, allowing tiny droplets to fall on his cheek that he brushed away.
"Y-Yes? I stammered, pathetically. What was wrong with me? He was the enemy.

"What are you doing here? " He said the words slowly, scrutinising my every move. He was being too cautious, like I would run if he blinked another time. He was not entirely wrong. I had all the intentions to do just that.

"Er, I got you clothes." I replied shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly but my insides were in a battle of their own. Trying to keep my wolf from jumping her mate wasn't the easiest thing to busy ones self in. Especially when your mate is standing before you in essentially nothing.

"Thank you." He said, his voice was so soft.

"Er, yes. I'll be out." I was fumbling not only over my words but my thoughts as well.

"Delphi?" Somehow each time he said my name it felt like a sirens call. He was drugging me with his voice.

"Yes?" I said in confidence but caught my breath immediately after. I hadn't estimated the distance between us but it hadn't been enough. I could feel his breath on my forehead and could smell his scent as it formed a dense cloud around me. I was drowning.

I looked up to his eyes as they looked back at me with as much intensity and need.

One hand circled around my neck while the other pulled my waist, effectively pulling me flush against him. His bare chest under my hands raised rhythmically as his heartbeat quickened, quite like mine.

He bent forward inching close to my waiting lips. He was moving slow, at a frustrating speed. Thinking back, maybe he was giving me time to pull away. I had a chance to, I just didn't know it.

My tongue had a mind of its own and licked my parched lips. Sylvester's eyes following its action as his breath hit my lips.

Just for a moment, I wanted to feel what his eyes promised.

Our lips touched and I let out a sigh, it was perfection. His soft lips moved along with mine in a gentle dance. He was barely touching my lips but I was breathless. His hand caressed my cheek, tilting my head up to bring us a little closer.

An airy moan left my lips as his tongue brushed against my lower lip. The was the turning point of the kiss, my moans were probably what gave him incentive to increase the intensity of the kiss. He pushed me against the door and even with his hand gripping my waist tightly, I knew in the back of my head his hold was loose. I let go of conscience for once, I deserved to be kissed the way he kissed me.

We both groaned as his tongue slid into my mouth. My hands involuntarily buried themselves in his hair pulling him impossibly closer. He bent down to bring one of my leg over his hip. My hands were still in his damp hair, memorising the feel of them. If I wasn't that preoccupied I would've wondered how his towel had managed to stay put for that long.

One hand on my thigh and the other on my waist, he kept my lips connected to his. The hand on my waist slipped under my top touching my bare skin as I arched into him. My skin was burning hot under his hold.

His soft lips left mine and trailed kisses down my jaw to my neck, nibbling ever so lightly.

"Sylvester." I panted out not knowing what I wanted, I let him continue his assault. A shiver ran down my spine as his lips connected with the place my mark would've been. It was like a bucket of cold water. What was I doing?

"Stop." I demanded. "Stop." My voice firmer. I pressed my hand against him chest and he backed away.
What had I done?

"Why?" His face held a frown and his grey eyes looked at me in confusion. I wanted to pull him back, it took every cell in my body to keep a scowl.

"Why? Let's see. As I recall you didn't want a mate, not now, not ever. So, let me ask you this, Alpha. What are you playing at?" I spat at him letting some distance between us and keeping my daring eyes on his dark ones.

"Everything I say will sound like a pathetic excuse. I have made too many mistakes and everyday I wish I could go back and change them, change what I did. But I can't, I can only ask you of what I know if impossibly selfish. To give me another chance." His pleading voice did make my cold demeanour falter but not enough to let him see.

"No, you can't take back what you did. Yes, you are stupid to think I will let myself get played by you again. How can I believe you changed in a short span of ten days? That you suddenly need me?" I stood my ground. When he made a move to place his hand on my cheek, I flinched away.

"I'm so sorry, Delphi. But I can't stay away from you not when you're the only thing on my mind." The sincerity in his voice hit home but my cold heart didn't wish to believe his lies unlike my wolf, who was jumping at the opportunity.

"That makes one of us. Because, I can't stand to stay with you." I growled and walked away from him after twisting the door knob open.

"How long are you going to be like this?" He asked in a low whisper.

"As long as you don't get tired."

"I will never give up on what's mine." There was a promise in his voice.

"Good thing I'm not yours then."

Nor will I be any body's.

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