The Elementals #2 by Kiki XoXo (audio ebook reader txt) 📖

Sebastien have the couch.. they aren't cuddling. Asia, Flora, Sierra, and Chase scattered around the floor. I spot Tracy and Tatum together in a corner. I smile seeing something from Tatum I never expected. I wonder if he does have feelings for her. I mean hell, he is holding her. They're spooning, and his arm around her is tight. He grew up with it being okay to marry siblings, in fact that how things work with his people. I think that he does love her.

 

Does Elijah have feeling for the queen? I mean she has been doing things with him that I haven't, and she is an adult... maybe he deep down doesn't want me. Looking at my hand again, I run my finger fro my other hand over the mark. Right here, this is the place his lips touched me. It makes my gut clench in a good way. I let out a breath, I can't go down this road again. Not now that I know he is gone.

 

"Lyra." my heart jumps out of my chest, and my arm flies back ready to hit Thayer. "What are you doing? You need to sleep." He grabs my hand, catching it before it makes contact. 

 

"Holy shit." I say gaining air in my lungs. "I thought you were sleeping." I inform him. Putting my hands in my lap, I wonder if he  has been watching me.  Oh god, so he  might have just saw me looking at my hand... well I was just looking he did the same thing. 

 

"I'm waiting for you." He sighs, sitting up. "Come on." He gets up, I watch as he makes his way to the kitchen waling around everyone. What is he doing?  "Lyra... don't make me come over there and carry you." He threatens, and I hop up. I follow him outside, and he walks arond the tower, and sits at the base of a tree that is still up. He pats the ground next to him, and I sit. 

 

"What are you doing?" I ask, looking around. It creepy out here with the ruined building parts and crow feathers and bodies everywhere. I scooch closer to him, not wanting to be out here.

 

"You needed some air." He sighs, leaning back against the tree. "I'm sorry about earlier.. I shouldn't have said that. I just... thinking about what he can give you and what I can't.. it pisses me off."

 

"It's fine... I'm sorry it happened." I say laying my head on his shoulder. I wish I would've grabbed a blanket, it freaking cold! Rubbing my shouldering an pulling my knees to my chest, I look up at the sky. Gosh it's a cold and cloudy night. 

 

"Are you cold?" He asks, I just nod. "Well... I wanted to bring you out here for more then just one reason." He whispers, and jut by the tone of his voice I can tell what he means. His dangerous side is popping out. I move my head, unsure if I want to have a make-out session out here were anyone could see us... although I guess who could it hurt?  But here? This isn't a romantic setting at all, in fact him wanting to kiss me while sitting next to bunch of dead birds is a little weird. I think it's time to go back inside.

 

"Thayer... I don't think we sho-" I begin trying to get up, he grabs my waist pulling and holding me down. He sits up getting closer to me, and brushes his lips to mine.

 

"No one is around, this might be the last chance we have for while." He whispers, I know he is right but something still feels weird. "Lyra, I know you want too. I can feel your heart beating." He brushes a hand against my cheek and pushes some hair out of my face. I look in his eyes trying to figure out what is going on with him. His free hand moves down my side, and over my thigh, and to the ground grabbing my hand that's helping me keep balance. I watch unsure what he is going to do as he pulls it to his mouth and kisses the back of it. I gulp. Seriously what has gotten into him? He looks up at me through his thick lashes, his eye blazing. For some reason he really wants me right now. His arm that was carressing my face moves down to my waist, and he wraps around me, pulling me in closer.

 

He kisses my neck, and follows my collarbone over to the other side. He never lets go of my hand, and he holds my to him tightly. He shifts a little bit sitting up better, and getting more comfortable. I bite my lip unsure what to do. I look around, and all I see is still dead birds and garbage. What can it hurt? I move my still free hand to his shoulder, and scooch in more. I place my lips to his, and it's like a static. All of a sudden I'm hungry for more, and I can't have enough of him. I lean on my knees, stradling him and moving one hand under his shirt. What is this? This isn't right. It feels right, but I can tell there is somethig wrong. I try to move away, but it seems I'm not in complete control of my body anymore. But boy does his touch feel good! I open my eyes trying to look for soemting out of place. I can't focus though, I keep looking at Thayer.. who is attacking my neck in a good way.

 

"We really should stop.." I breath, and he just groans in an annoyance type of way. He pulls away from my neck, and looks down at my hand he is still holding. He turns it over revealing the mark from Elijah. "Thayer... What's going on?" I ask, trying to take my hand away. He holds it tighter and pull it towards him. It stings as his lips touch the mark, and it sends a horrible burning sensation through me. I grit my teeth, and try to take my hand away somemore. I fail, and the burning gets worse. "Thayer stop please!" I whimper, laying my forehead against his. He stops, letting go of my hand. But he pushes me back, and I feel the ground under me. His hand runs under my shirt now, and kisses my jaw. His body starts a grinding rhythym against me, and my body reacts in all the right yet wrong ways. We shouldn't be doing this, I'm very sure it isn't even us. There has to be something or someone doing something. It feels right though, his body against mine and breathing getting faster and faster. Hearts pounding. Our lips colliding with lust. My hands lift his shirt, and he sits up pulling it off. Looking up into the branches of the tree above us, I spot what's wrong. Throwing my arm up, I smack the bird, with a snow ball. It drops the crystal ball and flies off. the ball smashed to the ground breaking into tiny pieces. Thayer jumps away from me, and I feel control come back to me. We both look at the broken glass, trying to catch out breath. Thayer pulls his shirt down slightly embarrassed. I get up looking at the crystal ball, I see the piece of parchment paper that has the charm written on it. It was a lust charm.   Rashell even signed it. Was she trying to get me to break the bond? I tear the paper, looking back up at Thayer.

 

"I'm sorry.. I don't know what happened... I just  I don't know." he scratches the back of his neck. 

 

"It's fine.. it was neither of our faults." I say. "We need to get back inside." I say, he doesn't argue. We head up the stairs into the tower loft, but before we go in I stop him.  "Thayer wait." I grab his arm, and he pauses.  Leaning up close I touch our lips. "It's okay.." I say, and he nods. I kiss him once more liking having the control. He holds me, giving me a response of passion. Reaching behind him for the door knob I open the door, taking him with me. He closes the door, and presses my back agains the wall. My hands slip under the bottom of his shirt, as we continue our lip locking. I like this much better. Then the golden eyes appear, and they come at me like a brick wall. I push him away pulling my hand in to my chest. the marm is burning just like when Thayer put his lips to it. 

 

"Sorry.." he whispers after I've calmed down. "I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

 

"It's fine... I'm sorry.. I was having fun." I sigh and my cheeks heat to me admitting that I liked it. He just chuckles quietly. "Come on lets get some sleep." I sigh pulling him back to our spot on the floor in the living room. We get situated and cover ourselves up with the blanket Theodore gave us before, and we stay in each others arms drifting back off into the black.

 

*******

 

I wake up again, not for a nightmare, but from a knocking on the door. Thayer is sound asleep next to me, so I get up trying to be as quiet as I can. Making my way through the living room with all the others still sleeping, I notice Sebastien from some reason. I can't tell if he is sleeping or not, He is sitting up on the couch as if he is watching the t.v but his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. He must be sleeping. The knocking goes again. Just three taps agains the door, and they're quiet. Who would it be? Who could it be? the closer I get the more butterflies I get in my stomach. I'm nervous! I shouldn't be, but boy oh boy is my stomach flipping out. Peeking back at everyone I still see sleeping bodies. Okay now or never.

 

"You need to leave!" I say right away, no wonder my stomach was bugging out. I try to shut the door, but Elijah puts his foot in the way. "I'm serious! I don't want to talk to you... I don't want to see you!" I say trying to push the door closed even though his foot is there. What on earth is he doing? Shouldn't he be out with Rashell causing trouble everywhere he goes? Why is he here? 

 

"Will you just come out here, we haven't talked properly since you came back." He asks, in a whisper. "Please. I need to see you." He adds even quieter. his tone seems to be almost begging. Oh god what should I do? Bitting my bottom lip, I look at the others. They are asleep... but still this isn't a good idea. "I  will come in one way or another Lyra." He warns me, and I look behind me at the door. I stop pushing, and slip out the little crack created. I leave the door open an inch, that way the noise of closing it doesn't wake any one up. Now taking the time to look at him my heart almost seems to melt. His normally white clear skin is gray and blotchy, I can see his hands shaking and the golden eyes turning to an ugly puke color. What's happening to him? 

 

"What's happened to you?!" I ask, stepping closer. I reach up to touch him, but I pull back. No touching. Definitely no touching. His clothes are clean, jeans and a normal t-shirt. His hair is brushed back like usualy, but I see spots of brownish reddish in it. My brain recognizes it right away as blood, and my heart starts pounding. Who's blood is it? It can't be mine. Rashells?

 

"It's mine." he leans against the rail, as if if he wont be