4. Angelina

Chapter 4

Angelina

"So when are you coming back?" Emily asks over the phone. My roommates had both wanted to know when I had left the dorms and gone home from the rave.

I was left with no choice but to spin a convoluted tale about getting an opportunity to visit a scenic lodge in the highlands, assuring them that I hadn't been kidnapped.

"If I was you, I wouldn't want to come back. My luck is rotten I swear. I couldn't get this sort of thing, even if I sacrificed my firstborn" Cecilia jokes, cracking up both Emily and myself.

She could be very silly when she wanted to, and it feels so good to get some part of my old life back. Even if it was just for a moment.

I have no illusions of being able to dive back into my old life.. Not for a while anyways. My life was now very different from everything it was before, and I had changed more as a person in these last few days than I had in several years.

Being bitten by infectious werewolves could do that to a girl. I concede.

"I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I will be there sometime next month. Or die trying." I reply in mock seriousness.

I am only half joking, because if I didn't survive the full moon as a Lycan or stay human, college is the last thing I would be worried about at that point.

"Please don't die trying Lina. We love you. Well I don't know about Emily, but I do love you. Stay safe okay?" Cecilia screams into the phone, and I can hear the roar of traffic in the background. Now that's one thing I don't miss!

"I will Ceci. I love you too"

"And me too. You love me too." Emily declares.

"Yes Emily, I love you too baby!"

We finally said our goodbyes, promising to have a conference call as often as once a week at the very least.

Saying goodbye to them felt almost nostalgic. Only the good. I am going to feel only good. I remind myself of my promise to feel and remember only the good of everything.

Cecilia and Emily are truly the best roommates. The best part about being in the same dorm as them was that we had a pseudo policy which was built on the concept of not asking, and not telling.

Although this meant that we didn't become as close with each other as other people might be, remaining independent of each other in most things, it also meant we didn't fight about the petty things either.

So we retained a wonderful relationship with each other throughout the years.

I let the good memories take over and I reminisce on the best parts of the past few days.

"Fly me to the moon, and let me…" I sing along to Frank Sinatra as I zoom around the kitchen, with a goofy smile plastered on my face.

I am in a good mood now.

After several days of prolonged stress, I gave myself a toe curling orgasm a couple of days ago, and that alone was enough to keep me happy for several days on end. Reminiscing about it still made me throb pleasantly in all the right places.

Unbidden, my mind drifted to Williem. Although he was still effortlessly infuriating and stubborn, he could be charming, kind, and thoughtful even despite our mutual dislike for each other, and this was all before we had kissed so intimately.

I hadn't gotten a lot of chances to see him, but I still thought about the kiss.

I didn't know what to think about it exactly. It had been wonderful, but it had ended in such a way that had me feeling like he still despised the fact that I was human. Well, screw him! If he is hung up on that, screw him. I don't need that in my life.

Now, he was actively avoiding me, I didn't get to see him as often as I did before and I was getting lonely in this house by myself.

Making up my mind to tell him of my decision to move to the barracks; houses available for the young adult and unmated members of the pack, I had decided to tell him the moment I saw him.

Doing that however was easier said than done when he's avoiding me.

With his superior hearing, I suspected he could tell when I was awake and he left the house before I even got to his room.

I knew for certain that he listened in, and paid attention to me, because, when I was in the mood for brownies yesterday, I had grumble loudly about it, and this morning I walked into the kitchen to find both a box of brownie mix and all the ingredients I need to make them from scratch.

Baking was a passion of mine, and the nuns who presided over the orphanage I grew up in had encouraged the hobby, making sure I could make any pastry I wanted by the time I was Fifteen.

Sister Janice, the nun in charge of the kitchens, and my favorite person, had made a game of it.

All I had needed to do was get the recipe, and we would make it to the best of our ability. It didn't matter if it was a pastry from a distant country, or we didn't know what it should truly taste like.

We would save a sample of our own, and when we went on a grocery run, she would make sure we took a detour, so we could get the same from a fast-food, restaurant, or food-stand.

Today I am bored and want to do something. As a sport enthusiast, spending some of my free time participating in the games being played by the pack-mates appealed to me, but after receiving some wise advice to watch first and play after, I had admitted to myself that I really couldn't keep up with any of the adult games.

The speeds were impossibly fast.

The constant exercises and running I do daily have put me in pretty good shape, and now I could follow the speedy movements of the Lycans with my eyes; I am assured that that alone is a stupendous feat in itself, but keeping pace with them was still impossible for me.

That had all led to where I was, baking a batch of brownies while dressed in an apron covering the only clothing I had on, a button up shirt I am sure belonged to Liem.

I didn't care, I had grabbed it out of the laundry bin, and if he wanted to avoid me and wouldn't talk to me, then he wouldn't talk to me about the shirt either. I could be petty like that.

I move around the kitchen on bare feet, pirouetting around the counter in time to the music. I am having more fun than I had experienced in a good while.

Taking a tray of the brownies out of the oven, I take off my mitts and bend over to rummage through a drawer for a knife to cut off a small piece, eager to taste the result of my baking.

I am so focused on my search, with music taking over my sense of hearing, that I lose myself in it.

"Is that my shirt?"

My lapse in concentration leaves me completely unaware of my surroundings and so Williem's entry into the kitchen startles me. I straighten, turn around, and snag a rag under the pan by mistake, inadvertently pulling it off the counter.

Without conscious thought, I move back intent on getting away from the burning object. but before I can, a blur comes between me and it.

Williem effortlessly secures a grip on the pan, and a sizzle lets me know that the skin of his palm is burnt.

"Oh Liem, drop it please!" I almost scream, but Williem takes his time instead, first looking it over to make sure none had fallen off the tray before he sets it down on the counter next to me.

I rush to inspect his hands, berating him for not just letting them fall.

"You're insane, why didn't you just let them fall?" I question him as I simultaneously bustle him to the sink so I can run some cold water over his burn. He nonchalantly shrugs.

"You spent a lot of time on them, I wouldn't let all of your hard work go to waste" He tells me, and I can see the seriousness on his face. He really would rather burn his hands than let my brownies go to waste.

"I heal very fast, there really is no need for this." He tells me, but I don't catch his words. I am still thinking about the fact that he would entertain pain, just so I wouldn't be upset. It is so sweet, that I can't help but feel my heart melt a little bit right then and there.

He wouldn't know it, but this is one of the tenderest and sweetest thing a man has ever done for me, and he had done it without conscious thought. "Thank you Liem, so so much" I fervently tell him, and I see his face scrunch up in mild confusion at the intensity of my thanks.

"You're welcome Angelina, but it really wasn't a big deal."

"It is to me. Unless you have a random habit of picking up red hot things just for the fun of it."

"No, I don't have a habit of picking up hot things." He laughs. "Unless they are you."

"You didn't pick me up, I let you interfere. Did you see the size of the pipe I held? I would have wrapped it all up if you didn't butt in. You nosy bastard." I joke, knowing he would burst into laughter. And he doesn't disappoint.

"How do I make it up to you ma'am?"

"Come." I declare imperiously with my nose in the air. I pushed myself onto the opposite counter and beckoned him closer. Williem walks towards me, and after I gesture for his burnt hand, he extends it to me.

I wrap both of mine around it, drawing it close to myself and press a kiss to the back of it.

Turning it over to see the last of the blisters close up, I press the palm to my face, reaching out for him with my other hand, all thoughts of moving out of this house forgotten.

"Thank you." I whisper again, tilting my head towards his, showing him that I want his kiss without speaking. His lips cover mine and drown out my answering moan. He feels perfect.

With his palm cradling my face, and the other on my thigh, I deepen the kiss.

I pressed myself to him, spreading my legs so he could step between them, closer to me. Williem presses kisses to my neck, drawing moans from me, one after the other.

He licks up the side of my neck, making me shiver from imagining what his tongue would feel like inside me. From his explorations in my mouth, I knew it was thick, rough, and very nimble.

Like he could read my mind, Williem drops to his knees in front of me, getting ready to taste me, he grabs my thighs and spreads my legs apart. My pussy flooded in response.

"You seem eager for this darling. Now you need to use your words. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you." He demands of me. I have no choice but to spill it out. I know he could decide to refrain from touching me if I didn't, and I couldn't take that.

"I want you to kiss me. Down there. I want to feel your tongue." I whimper while undulating my hips. I am being driven to distraction by the two fingers he plugs me with.

Williem curls his fingers, hitting my g-spot, and drawing a keen cry full of need from me. He doesn't just want to hear me say what I want in general, he wants me to be as explicit and dirty as possible.

"Go on. Tell me how you want it, and I'll give it to you, just like that." He promises, pulling his fingers out of me, and after replacing them with his tongue, he transfers them to my clit.

He holds my clit between both fingers, he starts moving them back and forth, rolling his tongue at me at the same time. It feels like a bolt of lightning straight to my nether regions. I have to tell him exactly what I need.

"Oh! Yes. Just like that babe. Please don't stop doing that."

"Mmmm…." He hums, his encouragement lost in my depths, sending more vibrations rolling through me.

"I want you to keep playing with me just like that. I'm so close Liam" I plead with him as I hump his tongue, face, fingers, and every part of him that is touching me.

"Oh fuckkk……."

I scream as stars explode behind my eyes, losing myself in an orgasm that rocks the foundation of my world. My mind blanks, and all that matters is the overwhelming pleasure that just goes on and on, until I lose grip of reality.

When I recover my senses, I find myself lying senseless and limp on the counter, certain that I must have died and gone to heaven. I don't know if I can take any more sensation but when Willliem talks to me…

"I'm not done with you yet." He growls, and I let a smile curl on my face.

It doesn't get better than this really.