19. Temptation

ALEJANDRO

Her eyes widened in surprise at my words. Well, fuck. I really do need to learn to keep my mouth shut. I looked away from her, trying to ignore the scent of hazelnut chocolate that seeped off of her. Fucking Goddess, did she have to be so fucking tempting? Why did I even like chocolate? I glared at her, annoyed by her silence.

"Let me check your wounds." She said.

"Need an excuse to touch me?"

"You wish." She retorted, giving me a deathly glare.

"What was that supposed to be? You looked like a fucking constipated cat." I remarked whilst walking over to the wendigo to begin searching it. Was there really nothing on it? Once again, no clue...

I felt her walking over and the anger that was radiating off her. Seems like daddy's girl knew how to obey because she kept her fucking mouth shut. I mean, I knew of a few ways I could keep that mouth busy…

I frowned as she crouched down, observing the Wendigo.

"It was in pain." She remarked. I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, it was fucking injured." What was she, stupid?

"I know that! I'm just saying, I can sense it."

I looked at her sharply, it was there again. That very faint aura around her. She blinked and it was gone. Something told me there was more to her than she or her family knew…

Was it coincidental that a Wendigo appeared where she was?

"Can I check your wounds? They look pretty bad." She said, now looking at my back.

"It'll heal." I said.

Or I could let her do what she wants... Having her hands on me wouldn't be so bad. I smirked coldly, if her dickhead of a father knew what went through my mind he'd have her locked away in a fucking tower. But we all know that if I want something, nothing would stop me from getting it.

"I still think cleaning it will help speed up the process."

"Fine." I said suddenly. "You can check the one on my leg too."

I smirked as I walked away from the dead Wendigo, noting the parts of the she-wolf that were scattered around. I glanced at the walls. Blood was smeared over it, it looked like a scene from a horror movie. I liked to create such scenes, shame I wasn't the one behind this one.

"In here." She said opening a door.

She didn't seem to click on that I wanted to torture her. Oh well, this was going to be fun. She walked over to a cabinet and took some stuff out. I didn't miss the limp that was more prominent in her ankle. Did she overexert herself?

Curiosity filled me and my mind flitted to fourteen years ago when I had saved her, remembering how she had walked back then. I had thought she wouldn't make it in this world. I guess I was fucking wrong, she was different, but at the same time I had to admit she was strong. To face a Wendigo without fear… was something not even the best of my warriors could do. Sure, they'd face them, but they did fear it.

"This may sting a little."

"I"m sure I've dealt with more fucking pain than this."

"Ok big guy." She shot back, dabbing the cloth rather firmly on my back.

Whatever she had put on it stung a little, but it was nothing compared to the pain I've felt. Pain, I relished in the feeling, the only reminder I was alive. I tensed when she placed her hand on my shoulder. I felt the rush of pleasure from her fingertips tingle through me and I rolled my neck, stretching out the kinks. That was another thing that made me feel alive - her fucking touch.

"You're all tense." She said, placing the cloth down and I felt her add something chilling to the wounds. I frowned, feeling a tingle of coolness from her hand. That was what I felt moments ago but as soon as it came it was gone.

"Do your fucking job." I remarked. I raised an eyebrow when her nails dug into me. I turned my head and glared at her, she moved back, her eyes widening.

"What?" She said.

"You know exactly what." I said dangerously. She had better not forget her place. Once again, she didn't cower under my fucking aura. Maybe she was just a bar of chocolate? Just like chocolate, she didn't have the ability to feel my power. Maybe the same fucking rule applied to her. I wonder if she tasted like chocolate too…

Well shit, I was seriously losing my fucking mind. She moved around me and my eyes went to her waist. She had been hurt too…

"Don't you need to fucking tend to yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm going to clean it now." She said, lifting her top, showing off the large gash that ran across her waist and stomach. Her under breast tattoo caught my attention and I found my gaze lingering on her breasts as she wiped the wound. It was kind of amusing watching her try to look past her breasts to see her wound.

"I don't fucking care. If you drop off, at least we'll have one less Westwood in the fucking world."

"This world needs us Westwood's." She shot back, glaring at me.

"Is glaring all you can do?"

"I can do a lot more." She retorted.

"Yeah, I heard you that night." I remarked, making her blush.

She turned slightly, grabbing the bandage. "Come here." I commanded, I felt her tense. Well, at least my Alpha command worked on her.

She raised an eyebrow and came over, I smirked.

"Seems like you do know how to follow orders." I said. I did not miss her racing heart. I took the gauze from her.

"Only if I want to."

"So, I wonder what else you want…" I remarked, opening the bandage. I placed it around her waist, feeling her tense under my touch.

My eyes didn't leave her, as I wrapped the bandage around her stomach, not missing her taut stomach and defined waist. She was pretty sexy. I guess the fucker was good at one thing - Making a pretty, sexy daughter. I pulled it tighter, making her gasp as her hand went to my shoulder. I resisted a smirk as I completed wrapping the bandage around her and tucked it firmly in.

"Thanks…" She said, ruffling her hair as she lowered her blood-soaked top slightly.

"I'd say anytime but the only time I have my hands around a woman"s waist is if I'm fucking them." I remarked.

Her cheeks flushed and I felt her breath hitch.

"Then I guess I should feel honoured." She said.

I smirked. "Or insulted, you're clearly not hot enough."

I was not going to give her the fucking satisfaction of knowing that she was fucking sexy. Her eyes flashed with anger and she gave me one of her withering glares.

"You are such a fucking arsehole."

She crouched down in front of me as she began cleaning the wound on my thigh. I sat there in my shorts, enjoying her trying not to get too close. I would fucking prefer her on her knees facing me but after my suspicions, I didn't want to get close to her. Somehow, she always made me say more than I wanted.

"Dickhead." She whispered in a barely audible voice but I heard.

"Seems like you have a dirty mouth." I said, grabbing her by the neck. Her eyes widened and I smirked coldly. "Keep talking dirty and I'll have to wash it out for you."

Our eyes met and I could smell her intoxicating arousal coating her in temptation. Fucking nymph. I glared at her coldly.

"Don't disrespect me." I warned, letting go of her.

She simply gave me another dirty glare and went back to cleaning my leg. Once she was done, the wound was already healing.

"Right all done." She said through gritted teeth.

Moving back, she made to stand up - only for her ankle to give way. She stumbled, falling to her knee in front of me. She grabbed my thighs to stop herself from falling, her face inches from my crotch. Her pupils dilated and I tensed, feeling myself twitch.

Well, fuck.

She looked up slowly and I knew she could fucking hear my heart too.

"What? Want to take care of my dick too?"

She blushed and quickly moved back.

"No! Even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't fuck you!" She snapped, turning her back on me. I smirked.

"Who said anything about fucking?"

She glared and I smirked coldly at her.

"I can tell when a person lies, and you're fucking turned on." I said, now standing up.

"You wish."

"Seems like that boy's really not cutting it."

I hit a nerve, that was for sure when she turned and glared at me with anger burning in her now brilliant purple eyes.

"Thanks to you, you almost wrecked Damon and Liam's relationship."

"Shame, it was probably not strong enough if something so small could break it." I taunted coldly, turning to leave.

I sensed her lunge at me and I turned in a flash, grabbing her by the neck. I slammed her against the wall, making her wince but still, she didn't let out a sound. She was fucking stubborn - and clearly had no control over her fucking emotions.

"I told you, countless times, don't fucking disrespect me." I growled. My face was inches away from hers.

"You're all talk." She spat icily.

"Don't push me so far that I show you the monster I am."

Her anger calmed slightly and she looked away. I"m guessing she remembered her words about not getting angry with me. Well, whatever the fuck worked….

My gaze fell to her plump lips. Would one taste really make a fucking difference?

"Let go of me." She commanded. I narrowed my eyes and tightened my hold on her neck.

"I make the rules."

She looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you?" She asked softly.

Our eyes met as we both stared each other down. I was aware of her breasts now touching me and I stepped closer, crushing my body against hers. Goddess, she was a fucking temptress. She pissed me off and fucking tempted me all at the same fucking time. I felt her body tense against mine and the tiny shaky breath she let out.

"What's the matter? Does daddy's little girl need a real man to satisfy her fucking thirst?" I taunted.

Her eyes were hooded, her lips parted, and I smirked. I had her trapped, or so I thought.

She smiled seductively, running one hand down my chest. Her fingers grazing my pierced nipple, whilst her other hand ran down my waist until she rested it on my ass. Sending a wave of pleasure through me.

"Or does the Alpha King want an annoying incompetent eighteen-year-old?" She taunted breathlessly.

My eyes narrowed and I let go of her, pulling away from her grasp on my ass.

"Keep dreaming. There are countless women who I take an interest in; to fuck, use and throw aside when I"m done. If anything, you're not even worth that." I said harshly before I turned and stormed out of the fucking room.