Chapter 36 Getting Closer
Getting Closer
Zack
Ihad just finished off what we had been working on with Damon, and after bidding him farewell, I decided to go to Taylor’s. He had wanted to speak to me earlier, but I had been really caught up. We were getting somewhere with this killer. Let’s fucking hope so, anyway.
The moment he had mind-linked, the urge to just drop everything and run to him had been so damn hard to ignore, especially since he had been ignoring me since that day.
Now, what the fuck do I take him? I can’t just go fucking empty-handed… I was not good at this, but there wasn’t anything I could really give him. I stopped at my room to shower. I was a mess, and I did not want to go over looking like this.
Once I was done, I pulled on some boxers, some jeans that I took a moment to pick out because, although I found them a tad fucking tight, I knew Taylor always checked me out in them. I smirked, pulling on a graphic tee and leaving the packhouse.
It was really quiet, although I could hear a few of the members in the pack lounge playing games. Guards who were in the clear flanked the entrance, giving me a nod. It really did feel like a fucking prison… I didn’t miss the weapons they were holding.
Tonight, thanks to that footprint, we had been able to track back the killer’s footsteps right towards one of the graveyards, but it ended there at the gates.
We weren’t able to gather any more information inside, but we had set up some cameras and sensors discreetly.
Well, I hoped it was fucking discreet anyway.
I reached Taylor’s house shortly after, my gaze lingering at the Jacobs’ home, which felt eerie and ominous. The reminder of what had happened there returned to the front of my mind.
I turned away, ringing the bell, hoping it was Taylor who opened it and not his parents. The Goddess didn’t really hear my wish as his dad opened the door. It looked like they were both heading out…
“Hello, Mr and Mrs Olsten. Heading out?” I said.
“Hello, Delta Zack. Yes, we are… we will be staying at Channing’s for the night. He’s assigned for surveillance, so we are staying with the children,” Mr Olsten said, smiling warmly.
Perfect, I get to talk to Taylor…
“We have an escort who will take us due to the curfew,” Mrs Olsten added quickly.
“Yeah, of course,” I said with a nod, spotting the two men who would guide them. Both were in the clear of being the killer. It was fucking strange to have to doubt your own pack members…
“Were you here for a reason?” Mr Olsten asked.
“Ah, yeah, I need to talk to Taylor,” I replied.
“He’s upstairs, go right up,” Mrs Olsten said with a smile. “He’s probably watching TV.”
“Thanks,” I said, squeezing past them.
They closed the door behind them, and I headed up the stairs, following Taylor’s scent until I reached his room. The door was open, and I stepped inside. It was the first time I had gone there… I looked around, taking note of everything and wondering where he was. Maybe the bathroom…
I dropped onto his bed, looking at the poster on his wall. We really were pretty different. A perfect match…
I heard a door open and the sound of whistling mixed with the scent of bath products, something floral laced with Taylor’s own delicious scent. He entered his room without a care in the world, and then he froze, his eyes on me, but I was too busy raking my eyes over that sexy body of his.
Damn, my mate was fucking fine. Water ran down his body and into his towel. I fucking wanted to yank off the towel and look at him properly. I mean, I’d seen him shift, but he was one of the more modest men when it came to walking around fucking nude, so I hadn’t really seen the goods.
“Eyes up here,” Taylor said. I clenched my jaw, my lips set in their usual thoughtful pout.
“You can’t really control where I look. If I want to look lower… I can,” I said cockily before leaning back on my hands, not missing his gaze falling to my crotch, something that made me fucking twitch. Was it wrong that I wanted him on his knees?
But I remembered what I had done…
“Right, I can’t,” he said, a small frown on that gorgeous face of his. “I’m surprised you came. Weren’t you busy?” He walked over to his drawer, picked up some moisturiser, and applied it to his face. So, my mate was angry that I didn’t come? Cute.
“I was, but I came as soon as I got free. You wanted to see me?” I asked, standing up and shoving my hands into my back pockets. Taylor turned, his heart racing. Our eyes met, and I swallowed. Fuck, how I wanted to pull him into my damn arms and ask him to fucking forgive me…
“I told Channing,” Taylor said, those chocolate eyes of his softening. The pain in them fucking made me feel like a guilty fucker. It was my heart’s turn to fucking race…. Shit… was it bad?
“And…” I said softly.
“Channing being Channing... he took it like a pro, and you know what? He knew that Anna was cheating on him. More than that, he’s breaking up with her, not because of the cheating but because she blackmailed you, and he thinks it’s high time he ended it…”
I closed my eyes, feeling a weight lift from me. Thank the Goddess… or, in this case, Channing… I will apologise to him in person, too…
“I’m sorry… and I know I owe him.”
“You do. He will make you work that ass off around the house and yard,” Taylor said, sounding damn cute.
I tilted my head. I couldn’t wait to work this man’s fine ass... just the thought of fucking Taylor made me twitch. I had had a few one-night stands with men, but something told me Taylor was going to be a whole new level. I stepped closer, closing the gap between us.
“And what about you? Do you forgive me?” I ask, dragging my attention from his worship-worthy abs and into his eyes.
“I do.”
Taylor
I forgave him. I had to. I was too fucking in love with him not to.
Zack was standing so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck. His fingertips ghosted up my bare arms, not touching, but close enough that I could sense the sparks of the bond rippling through the little air between us.
“Are you fucking sure?” He nibbled softly on his bottom lip. All that was standing between us was this barrier, and now that it was gone, there was nothing keeping us apart.
“I’m sure…” I replied quietly.
“I can give you more time if that’s what you need.” I knew he would. That was what made him so damn perfect for me. His patience.
“I forgive you, Zack.”
I stepped in closer, my still damp chest lightly grazing against his own, those sparks rushing through us both.
He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the feeling of it overpower him until his arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me against his hard body firmly.
His perfect hazel eyes snapped open, and our gazes met.
“Thank the Goddess...” he exhaled. Before I had time to even smile, his lips were on mine.
Fuck, I loved kissing him. It seemed like every other one we’d had was in a stolen moment, but now that nothing was going to tear us away from each other... I finally felt like I could embrace every inch of his lips and enjoy the moment to the fullest.
His lips weren’t soft like a few guys I’d kissed before; they were rough and firm. He knew how to use them, too, guiding mine with dominance before he took hold of my hips and guided me back until I slammed into the doors of my wardrobe.
This is my Delta.
He was only slightly taller, but it felt like so much more when he pressed himself firmly against me, threading one of his hands into the back of my hair and tugging my head up so he could force my mouth open and slip his tongue inside.
The sparks that flew throughout my body were overwhelming.
I’d kissed him before but never like this.
It was like he was touching every inch of me; I could feel his nails digging into my back, his fingers pulling and tugging at my hair, and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.
He feels good. Being with him feels so damn good.
I didn’t think it could feel any better until he slipped his hand down the back of my towel and grabbed hold of my ass.
The towel started to slip away from my hips, but I grabbed it just in time.
Apparently, that was the wrong move because Zack moved away, allowing me to breathe as his eyes ran down over my exposed body.
I suddenly felt naked, despite still clutching the towel to me. His eyes suddenly darted up to the vein pulsing in my neck as his fingers curled even deeper between my ass cheeks.
“Drop the towel.”
My immediate instinct was to let go, but why should I listen? He couldn’t just walk in here and think –
When he saw my fist tighten on the towel, he moved back from my body and took hold of my wrists. There was a part of me that wanted to tell him he won’t get it this easy, that he could wait, but there was another part of me that just wanted to swallow his dick whole and watch him fucking tremble...
No, Taylor. No, you can’t give him all he wants just because he’s all your fantasies come to life. Bad Taylor.
But then he had to go and say the one damn word that immediately made me lose any grip I had on my self-restraint.
“Mine.”
My towel hit the floor quicker than a drag queen’s death drop.
When he looked back at me, there was no trace of his stunning hazel eyes, instead replaced with the shimmering grey of his wolf.
They were so beautiful, bordering on metallic, as they captured the moonlight like a hazy grey cloud surrounded by a silver lining.
In many ways, that was what our relationship up until this moment had been.
Tiny flickers of light being clouded by the dull darkness that wished to suppress our happiness.