As soon as he was out of sight and I heard the door closing, I glanced around the living room, hoping to find a book. Something to kill time because I don't want to resort to TV. I don't feel like watching anything right now.
I sighed when I only saw a pile of business magazines on the coffee table and an encyclopedia on the shelves. I went to the section of the encyclopedias, knowing it was my last resort in killing time. I don't feel like reading business magazines. As I slid my fingers on the volumes of books to find something interesting to read, a different book was mixed with them. It was not an encyclopedia. And from its title—SECRETS OF TIME, it was a different book looking to be an old one. It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves.
My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.
I went to the couch and settled comfortably there with the book in my hand. I opened the book, noting the authors, and went to the first page. Starting with statements describing millions of years ago hooked me up. It did capture my whole interest. I continued reading, skimming the words when my eyes finally caught on the words shifters.
My heart pounded as my grip on the book tightened. The book says that shifters have been living with humans for millions of years, hiding, blending, and concealing their primal urges. As I read, my brows furrowed deeply, wanting to read more.
But just as I was about to fully reach the part where I think the description of shifters will be defined, I heard the door closing from upstairs. I didn't know how long I read but the feeling of uneasiness sank in me and I found myself hurrying to put the book back on the shelf. My fingers landed on one of the encyclopedias after I put back the book when I heard footsteps on the stairs followed by Traian's voice.
"Is everything okay?" he said, concern laced in his tone.
I turned to him, trying to slow down my heart. It's not like I did a crime. And why he knew I was nervous. Maybe my face is showing it. Nevertheless, I need to make a believable excuse somehow.
"No, I got nervous," I declared.
He frowned and quickly strode in front of me. The scent of his shampoo, cologne, and body soap mixed brings just a pure enticing scent. He always smelled so good that I wanted to bury my head in his neck to drown myself in his scent.
"Why?" he asked, his gaze zeroing on my face.
"Because I read one of your encyclopedias and I didn't ask for permission" I ranted.
He looked to be in disbelief for a second before his lips stretched in a smile to a hearty laugh.
"What?" he asked.
"I am not used to doing that, okay?" I said the lie perfectly seeping from my lips now. I had used this lie on my sister and parents a lot back when I was a teenager when I read comics or fictional books instead of doing my assignment.
Whenever they catch me, I will say that I am feeling nervous because I take the comic books without permission instead of making sure my assignments are done and my parents will just let me pass because they said that at least I am being guilty about it. And when they caught on to my lie which was after years, they ground me for a whole month. And being at home was really one of my favorites. I was kind of a nerd back then and introverted. It was a good memory though.
"You can read and use anything around here, love, anything," Traian said with a grin on his face and leaned down to kiss my forehead.
And I naturally waited for him and received his touch at that second. It was like I was used to it and also craving his touch. My body knows and I simply gave in.
And suddenly, he glanced at the door, going still for a second before he faced me.
"Go upstairs and put on some sweatshirts. I don't want anyone to see what's mine" Traian said, brushing his finger on my hardened nipple that pierced the shirt I was wearing.
His blue eyes zeroed in on those two peaks and I watched him lick his lips while staring at them causing a wave of arousal to awaken me. He then closed his eyes and took a full inhale and held my cheeks as soon as he opened them with lust swirling in his gaze.
"Put on clothes before I take you right now, Kitten"
I don't know what possessed me but I stepped forward to him and peered down at his lips.
"What if that's what I want?" I said in a seductive tone.
His hands were suddenly on my waist as he pulled me closer and leaned on my ears, "And I will gladly do that—"
"Don't try to f*ck each other now, guys" came a very familiar voice outside.
I put my hands on Traian’s chest and pushed him away, snapping my head to the door. My eyes are widening. Traian pulled me back and put his head to my neck and sighed.
"Claire is here?"
He moved away from me and nodded, "Yeah with his mate—I mean fiancé. That's why I need you to put on a sweatshirt, love"
"Why didn't you tell me they're here?" I asked.
He smirked, "I plan to before you seduced me"
I rolled my eyes at him and walked to the stairs. As I made my way upstairs, my mind wondered how Traian knew Claire and his fiance were outside.
Strange.
The thought lingered on my mind as I picked a gray sweatshirt that was big for me and admired the large walk-in closet full of designer and expensive articles of clothing simultaneously. I did go back home and I have a pretty good stash of money from my work but the luxurious interior and clothes felt like those in books I read.
Yeah, he's wealthy, that's for sure.