Forbidden Alliance: A Werewolf's Tale (Forbidden Alliance Trilogy) (23 page)

Nothing should feel this bloody amazing.

“Thanks
?
” I finally murmured.

“Think nothing of it,” she
said before
relinquishing my finger.
“What would you like to do now?” she
asked with a mischievous giggle as she caressed
my
ear with her finge
r
.

There
were
many
things that
I wanted
to do, most of them involve
d
her being naked with me on top of her, but she
wasn’t
that type of
girl,
and
honestly,
I wouldn’t
fancy
her if she were.

Think of something non-sexual that will help get rid of the problem in
our trousers
.

“Swimming?” I blurted out.

Oh yes, that was
bloody brilliant and will not
,
in any way
,
help with the raging problem
I am
currently facing
.

Jay Dee laughed.
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”

Thank god, one crisis adverted.

“But I can swim in my underwear,” she whispered, causing my eyes to snap to hers.

Bloody hell, she is go
ing to be the death of me and m
e
self-restraint.

“Okay,” I said before swallowing loudly.

When we walked into the pool house, Jay Dee’s mouth fell open as her eyes
widened as
she started
wander
ing
around the large area.

I watched her a she scrutinized the area; I longed for her approval.

There
were
no windows
in the pool area
since mum can’t handle the sun,
thus the
recessed lighting alon
g the domed ceiling created
the effect of a starry night, changing to early dawn with purples and oranges,
blending to
bright noon
with blue sky and white clouds which faded to violet and pink sunsets before starting the cycle over.
The slate pool deck
was
very earthy in color, a contrast against the large swirling mosaic pool tiles that range
d from dark blue to light green
,
the purple and
gold
flecked tiles contrasted against the sky blue with silver ones, creating a romantic, Roman spa effect. S
mall waterfalls
along the ends of the pool acted
as
the filtration systems and filled
the air with the ambient sound
of flowing water.

Jay Dee groaned for some reason and her face dropped.

“
This is the pool,” I blurted out as I struggled to understand her silent words and expressions.

“No shit?” she
dryly agreed.

Bloody hell, could I look any more daft if I tried?

My face dropped; this wasn’t going according to plan.

Jay Dee turned and looked at me, her face
brightening
with amusement and mischief
.
“You am
use me, vampire boy,” she said and
stepped
out of her shoes.
“For someone who is centuries old, experienced and seasoned to perfection, you are exceptionally nervous around me.”
Her socks came off next, followed by her pants.

My eyes worked up and down her long
,
toned
legs, the curvature of her hips had my hands shaking with longing to caress their contours
, and
the roundness of her firm arse was accentuated by her boy cut
knickers
that presented her arse
beautifully.

“Why is that?
Is it because of what I am?”
she asked, and my eyes snapped from her arse to her large, onyx eyes.

“Huh?
”

“Grrr,” she growled before snapping her teeth at me.

I chuckled; I needed that.

“Duckie, you are
rather intimidating,” I admitted, slipping out of my shoes and socks.
“Someone who is so unbelievably beautiful, brilliant, funny, and an overall good person
,
is hard to find.
Usually you get
minger
birds with great personalities,
however,
they need poor lighting
and
a paper bag over their head when you take them out in public.
And
usually
,
when you find someone breathtakingly beautiful, they know it, thus they are full of themselves,
and
think they walk on water, and treat everyone around them
as
dirt under their nails.
And then there is you. You are
anything but full of yourself
.
You are
beautiful, however you
do not
know it, which is strange to me, but everyone around you knows it.
You have all of the amazing
ly
endearing qualities of a fat
minger bird
with one leg and leprosy, all wrapped up in a beautiful centerfold package.”

Jay Dee looked at me
as if I were
insane.

After a long moment of awkward silence between us, s
he pulled her shirt over her head and
set
it on one of the deck chairs.

“A leper with one leg?” she
asked, wanting to clarify that she heard me correctly
.

I reluctantly nodded.

“You have some serious issues,” she informed me, as if I didn’t know.
“Are you swimming in those pants or what?”

It was a good question.
I was stalling,
and of course
the way she
asked
made it sound like the most perverse and erotic thing ever
asked.

S
he wasn’t helping the situation any.

“Give me a minute?”
I asked.

Jay Dee
nodded a
nd sat on the edge of the pool and kicked
her feet in the water.
“
I love swimming and the water...which is funny considering I washed up on shore. Either way,” she said, shaking her head. “T
here are some amazing cliffs to jump off of along the coast.
But
they are
only safe to dive from in June to early August.
It’s too late in the month to jump from them anymore; the undercurrents are hellish.
We’ve lost a lot of
good
people on them, usually drunk
wolves and boys
trying to show off, not that
it’s
important
I suppose, but m
y mom freaked out when she heard that I had jumped off of them for the first time when I was ten.
She wanted to kill me!
I was grounded for the rest of the summer, which sucked.
I think if I had a pool, I wouldn’t be tempted to jump off of cliffs.
Then again, I really enjoy the sensation of flying.”
She
looked over her shoulder at me and smirked.
“Are you composed now?” she
asked
.

No…wait.

I looked down then up,
causing her to laugh.

“Yes.
Thank you,” I said,
her distraction worked.

I sat next to her on the edge of the pool in my underwear.
I
had
swim trunks, and
I wasn’t
sure why I didn’t put
them
on, but she didn’t seem to mind.
In my opinion,
I look
ed
rather good in my black long
cut
athletic briefs.

“What kind of guys do you
typically date?” I asked before I could stop myself,
but
Jay Dee
didn’t
appear
surprised by
my question
.

She shrugged.
“I’ve never dated before.
If you hadn’t noticed, I’m kind of off limits.
That’s mainly because my brother threatened
to kill anyone who touched me...and
my parents being who they are play
ed
a part in it as well I guess, and I’m kind of a freak.
I’m a leper, as you pointed out, without the disfiguring disease.
I guess it’s better that way, because I haven’t a clue what I like.”
She looked over at me and smirked.
“I may not know what I like, but you are very hot.
Like super
duper
über sexy, but that’s a va
mpire thing,
”
she amusingly added the latter.

She thinks I’m sexy?
Hell yeah!

“Vampire thing?
” I scoffed, trying to hide how much I liked her admission. “
Hardly.
Movies and books lie greatly.
Those that are minger
as sin and get turned for whatever reason,
would still be minger
as an immortal
.
The dark gift
is not
a magic wand
which
suddenly makes you pretty like Extreme Makeover Busted Bit
ch Edition
…according to Steffen.
The dark gift does not
change who you are, it only magnifies what
is
already there.
The ones that came to Lummi are rather attractive people in general
,
so I can see where you were confused.
Case in point, Wyetta, whom is with the others in Wales, was a very unattractive man and an even more unattractive woman.”

Her eyes widened.

“
And yes, I looked this good as a human,” I
smugly informed her
and she laughed.
“Some things change,
it is
give and take, like all of your senses are heightened.”

“Like a predator,” she added.

“Yes,” I
mumbled and
rolled my eyes—smart arse.
“Since the senses are heightened, everything feels, smells, tastes, and sounds differently.
That was a bit strange initially.
I
believe
that is why I am addicted to food;
it is
so much better now that
I am
dead.”

Jay Dee laughed but I wasn’t sure why.
“You’re not dead,
Mr. Ashton
. Y
ou are very much alive.”
She placed her hand on my
chest over my heart.
“You’re warm, blood flushes your cheeks, your chest rises and falls with air, and your heart beats.
It races from
my touch alone,” she whispered then licked her lips.
“You are the furthest thing from dead
, Mr. Ashton
.”

I swallowed loudly.
“I know,
I was joshing,
” I explained
in a choked whisper

She was a bloody demon and she knew it!

“
If joshing mean joking, then yes, I knew you were
,” she assured me before pulling me in the pool.

When I
resurfaced, I looked up at her
and glared.

She was smiling and batting her long
,
black lashes at me innocently, however she was anything but.

“Turnabouts fair play,” I warned and
reached up and pulled her into the
pool
.

We wrestled around in the warm water, her soft body
wrapped
around mine
, and every place she touched caused
the most intoxicating warmth to radiate under my skin
.
Eventually, I found her in my arms with h
er legs wrapped around my waist
as
she absently ran her fingers through my hair while her eyes moved over my face many times.

Even to this day
,
I don’t
how she
does
it;
she
gets
me talking
and rambling
, and
apparently, I could
never seem to
shut up.
Half of the time she
couldn’t
get a word in edgewise, but she
apparently didn’t
care.
It’s as if she’s getting some type of perverse need fulfilled by simply listening to me ramble.
And during
one of the rare moments where I was able to shut up
while I
walked
us around the pool
, we
simply
looked at each other
in silence
.