19. A Pull

19

A Pull

C ameron shuts and locks the door behind me.

I can't believe I let myself end up back in his weird torture cabin. He's had plenty of time to murder me and chop my body up in a million little pieces, but I can't help the fear that zips through my veins whenever I'm near him. I don't know if I should trust him, but some part of my brain can't help but want to discover more.

I scan around the cabin, this time noticing the more homey qualities of the place. Stacks of books rest on the side table, the coffee table, and by the fireplace. Flannel blankets drape over the leather couch facing a window, looking out to the expanse of trees. Hints of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies linger in the air. Maybe my recollection of this place is a bit more frightening than the reality. My eyes meet the chains adhered to the thick wooden pillar at the far end of the living room, and my comfort washes away. Yep, still creepy.

I turn my attention toward the kitchen once I hear the clicking of glass.

Cameron pours himself an amber liquid into a low-ball crystal cup.

"Isn't it a little early to be drinking?"

He throws his head back, and I watch as his Adam's apple bulges as he gulps down the alcohol. The sight of it makes my mouth water for some odd reason. He breathes out and shakes his head. "It's never too early with you, Red."

I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest, before pacing the outside edge of his oriental carpet at the center of his living room. "Okay, well, now you have me here. What is it that no one else can hear?"

Cameron pours himself another small amount before walking toward me and perching on the armrest of a worn leather loveseat in the corner. "What exactly did Jack tell you?"

I take a deep breath. This will be the first time I repeat the words out loud, and I'm already shitting bricks thinking about the craziness about to leave my lips. "He told me he's a Werewolf Hunter, and the creature that almost attacked me in the woods was a werewolf. He said the attacks weren't just a regular animal attack, but some mythical werewolf fuckery." I stop, trying to catch his expression.

His face lay flat, and he moves from the armrest to the chair, setting his glass on the side table.

I suddenly feel like I'm in a therapy session, and he's about to ask me questions about my childhood to explain how I can be so crazy even to entertain such a thing. "I know, it's crazy, but I've known Jack my whole life, and he seemed very convinced this was the truth." I leave out the part about my family's involvement. I figure one small dose of insanity at a time.

"So, you don't believe him?" He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze intense.

I step closer to him, pulled by an invisible string. "Should I?"

The air thickens around us, and my heart rate hinges on his next words.

He shrugs. "It's not all true."

I step closer, my legs almost grazing his knees. "What part isn't true?"

"The werewolf part."

"Oh, right." I turn away from his gaze, embarrassed.

"They aren't the cause of those attacks, and they're not all bad. "

It takes me a second to register his words. "Wait, what?" I snap back to register his expression.

"Yeah, it's just like humans. There are some crazy ones out of the bunch, but most werewolves are just trying to survive."

"Are you fucking with me?" My cheeks heat as I rest my hands on my hips.

He stands, and I gulp, looking up at his intense stare. "No, I'm not fucking with you. I'm not one to fuck around." He takes a sip of his drink before placing it down and moving closer, trailing his eyes down the expanse of me. "Well, not with the truth, at least."

My skin pricks with goosebumps. He's so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body. He's not saying anything worth swooning over. Besides being devastatingly handsome, there's no reason why my body should have this reaction to him. Okay, I guess that's reason enough.

I step back, shaking my head and remembering myself, remembering I just got fucked into oblivion last night by Jack. We're not exclusive or anything, but I'm not the kind of girl to put myself in these kinds of situations with two guys in less than twenty-four hours.

"So werewolves are real, but they had nothing to do with the pile of bodies that littered the forest floor or the giant beast that almost ripped my throat out? Something else is to blame for the almost unexplainable atrocities happening in this town. The werewolves are a bunch of kind-hearted citizens, but there's something else to blame for everything. I find all of this harder to believe than the fact of their existence."

He sighs and shrugs, turning away from me. "Believe what you want."

Anger mixes in my veins, and I rush toward him, stepping in front of him and grabbing his arm. "That's not good enough for me. It doesn't make sense, and you know it. Stop with all the cryptic messages and tell me the truth."

He looks down at my hand, holding his wrists. When he returns his stare back to my gaze, it's like his eyes take on a different form entirely. They're dark and frightening, and I suddenly remember that I still don't know Cameron well enough, and Jack told me to be careful with him. I'm alone in his cabin in the middle of the woods. Not to mention the fucking chains adhered to his walls. Maybe I've gotten a little ahead of myself, but I don't soften and pull away as his gaze devours mine.

He smirks and bites his lip before leaning into my ear. His warm breath sends shivers down my spine. "I think you need to be a little more careful about how you sink your teeth into this story. Especially so close to the full moon."

He moves away from my neck but keeps his lips just inches from mine.

Something comes over me—a pull toward him, my blood thickening. My eyes fall closed as Cameron's heat burns me, and he removes the space between us, crashing his lips against mine.

He tastes like alcohol mixed with pure, unadulterated pleasure.

I part my lips for him, and he kisses me deeper—electricity burning my nerves and traveling down my body until it reaches my core. My bones turn to liquid, and I lean into him, feeling the hardness of his entire body. I've been with men before—obvious—one a little too close to comfort in time, but something otherworldly shoots through my veins. It's like molten lava mixed with steel. My heart beats wildly, and I feel like I can pick up a car.

His hands move to my lower back, and he pulls me into him as his tongue moves against mine, and his length rubs against my abdomen.

I'm lost in the moment—well, almost. A spark of reason blares in the back of my mind just as I'm about to give myself over to this beast of a man; I snap out of his trance and pull back just as his fingers graze at the bottom of my T-shirt.

"What the fuck?" I gasp as my lips pull away from him .

His confused expression searches mine before a wall of steel falls over his face. "You seemed to be enjoying it." He steps away from me, picking up his glass again and downing the rest of it.

I rub my arms, completely uncomfortable. "I needed you to confirm what Jack said, and you've done that. I don't need anything more."

He sits back in his leather chair, his legs spread wide. "I don't think that's true at all. It definitely didn't taste like it." He smirks up at me.

It takes everything in me not to smack the shit out of him—or climb onto his lap, pull out his cock, and ride him until I forget everything that's happened over the last few days. No. No. Neither would get me anywhere.

I turn away, unable to gaze at him for another second, and charge toward the door. "Well, thanks for the coffee," I say as my hand meets his doorknob.

"Red," he calls before I've stepped over the threshold.

I turn back to him. His gaze softens, and he leans forward in his chair. "Just remember what I said. Most werewolves aren't bad. There's so much you still don't know."

My heart beats in my chest. This just confirms everything I thought. Cameron knows more than he's letting on to. I shouldn't leave. I should demand he tells me everything he knows so I can figure out what the fuck is going on once and for all. But I know if I stay, that's not going to happen. There's something weird between us, and I can't deal with that right now.

"Goodbye, Cameron," I say before shutting the door behind me.