Legend of the Black Claw - Chapter 8 Part 6

“You are not pregnant, however you seemed to have entered your heat after being bitten, and it could explain why you felt so drawn to Rollo. He was the only male you were in contact with at the time. You are on your way out of it now… perhaps a day more, perhaps in a few hours.” He said. I blinked, amazed.

“How do you know all that?” I asked breathlessly.

“Your brain contains a detailed history of not only past memories but previous illnesses, hormonal changes and anything that has affected your body.” Carter explained.

“You were in my brain…?” I asked, raising my brows. Carter looked sheepish for a second.

“You must access the brain in order to access the rest of the body…” He said. His voice was rough again and I couldn’t help but think he was being affected by my state. I liked the idea of that. Naughty me. I was such a glutton for punishment or maybe I just wanted to take my mind off things. Yeah, sex wasn’t a great way to do that in retrospect. My brain needed to start functioning again; too bad its current setting was mega horn dog.

“I wish all men thought that way…” I said and smiled at him. I saw his Adam’s apple bob again.  Help me brain. Save me from doing something stupid, again. My body was drunk on hormones and pheromones. Oh and I could practically taste the pheromones coming off of him. I reached up and gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him down over me. Carter looked shocked and having only one arm, was taken off balance.

“Vita, no… you are not in your right mind!” He cried. He was doing a damn good job at keeping us separated with only one arm. It pissed me off.

“Fuck my right mind… in fact, fuck all of me…” I breathed. The closer he got to me the less I cared about what was happening. I wanted him in the worst way and commonsense was out the damn window. I was on fire, my body burning up, screaming for attention. I was so out of my mind with it that I would have probably let anyone have a go, including Rollo. That should have sobered me but it didn’t.

“No… Vita, let go of me…” Carter said. His voice was horse now, so deep and husky it made me shiver. I rolled us and straddled his large body. A bag fell, the contents spilled all over the floor and I couldn’t care less. I was hot and ready, so wet I was sure his boxers were ruined. I rubbed against him, shameless, wanton. Then quite suddenly his arm wrapped around my body, hard, crushing me against him. I gasped and yet also thrilled at his roughness. He sat up and we were… moving? Before I knew what was happening I felt a rush of cold water hit me. He had taken us to the shower! Carter let me go, backed up and then stepped out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. I was dazed and freezing.

“Carter! What the fuck?!” I screamed and hit my first on the tile wall, cracking it. Shit. I stepped out of the shower, which was still raining down freezing cold water, and tried the knob. It turned but I couldn’t open it.

“Carter… what the fuck?” I repeated, furious.

“You need to cool off…” He said. I could hear him breathing raggedly. He was close to the door, too.

“Open the door.” I demanded and tried again to open it. He was either holding it shut or he had barred it somehow. He said nothing. The only sound was his breathing and my panting. Deep down I knew he was right; I was out of control. I walked away from the door and sat down in the shower and let the cold water beat on me. It was freezing and uncomfortable but it was helping. The way I felt just now, was that all there was to what I felt for Rollo? It actually pained me to think that was true. He really had me going with that whole destiny thing. I wanted to believe it. I felt tears coming on, a lump building in my throat. It was all self-pity but I reckoned I earned a good cry. So I sat there alone in the freezing cold shower and cried my eyes out.

After awhile I stopped crying and I adjusted the water temperature and took a normal shower. The warm water felt good and I pretended I was cleaning away everything bad that had happened. It didn’t really help but it made me feel like I had accomplished something. I got out and dried off, wrapping one towel tightly around my body then walked to the door again.
“Carter… I’m better now. I’m sorry.” I said loud enough so he could hear it. I heard rustling
against the door and it opened suddenly. I saw Carter looking sheepish on the other side. He was still sexy as hell to me with his red flannel and long black hair but I didn’t feel the need to attack him.

“I won’t sexually assault you again. I’m so sorry, Carter…I…” I tried but he waved his hand as if to say, forget it.

“I brought food, I hope you like hamburgers?” He asked and stepped away from the door. I nodded. His eyes stayed up, not once glancing down my wet, towel-clad body. I was a little disappointed.

“I love burgers, thanks…but, Carter, stop spending your money on me, I have some in the bag.” I scolded. He looked embarrassed suddenly.

“Actually, I had to use your money to get this because I spent the last of mine on this room.” He admitted. I laughed and walked out far enough into the room to grab my bag.

“Good! And I am paying you back for everything, by the way! I’ll be right back, I’m going to change.” I said and vanished back into the steamy bathroom. It felt so good to be in my own clothes. I put on a pair of Tweety Bird pajama pants and a USF sweat-shirt. When I emerged, Carter had set out my food neatly on the bed while he sat in the only chair in the room, a chair that appeared to be two sizes too small for him. I gave him a look. “Carter… you can sit on the bed too, it’s a queen. We can both fit. You look so uncomfortable.” I laughed and took a seat up by the pillows and pulled my food over.