Here is the third instalment to my story. I hope you enjoy.
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A big thank you to all those who have stopped by and read my stuff.
Rhys walked into the coffee shop to the hope of a better day than the night she just had.
That pomp ass wouldn't know the Diamond were cat if she scratched him on the nose.
Still she wondered why he wanted to kill the Diamond were cat which of course was her but he didn't know that and he wouldn't.
She needed a double double jolt of caffeine along with a froth of cream on top.
She just turned around and took a sip when she stopped short.
Sitting by the window was the pomp ass himself and he was looking straight at her. Rhys narrowed her eyes at him. He pointed to his nose. Her hand flew to her nose that had cream on it. He smiled.
Rhys bolted out the door. She wasn't even half way down the street when she heard steps behind her. Her nose twitched.
"Hey, wait up" he called to her.
She never stopped nor turned around.
"Hey". His voice was sharp and abrupt. If that tone of his was his attempt to make her stop then he had another thing coming.
He finally flew in front of her. She could see her angry eyes in the reflection of his sunglasses.
"Stop, already" His tone this time was calmer and softer taking her back a bit.
Rhys grip around her coffee got tighter.
He took off his glasses to reveal silver grey eyes. They were serene but not without an underlying edge of danger. She would keep her guard up.
"Walk with me, please"? His eyebrows raised in a arch making him look slightly goofy.
Rhys almost broke out into a smile but cut herself off. She couldn't appear as a push over. She shrugged her shoulders at him.
"Whatever" she said.
They walked for a while in silence before he broke the ice.
"You always lived here"?
Now that was a lame opening she thought.
"I've lived here for a while".
Rhys wasn't about to give him her life history.
"So, you and I need to talk about last night" he said.
"Yeah, I guess you need to apologise for breaking into my home". She could feel the tension coming from his body, almost like a tidal wave.
Rhys imagined the feel of those tight muscles under her fingers gliding over his chest. She envisioned her fingers exploring even further down, down...
He was right beside her. His arm was touching hers sending a vibe through her skin that made her quiver. She looked up at him. His eyes were looking right down on to her. For a second she wondered if he sensed what was going through her head. She almost wanted him to know.
She shook herself and started walking again.
He was right beside her. "What was that about"? His voice had an edge of seductiveness to it.
Damn, maybe he did pick up on what was going on in her head.
"You should go, you followed me enough" she said.
He chuckled. "I haven't followed you near enough yet my kitten".
"What? You're going to stalk me now"? She let out a low growl.
He leaned in a little toward her.
"Is that suppose to scare me kitten"?
"You should be scared pup" she scoffed at him.
He was grinning from ear to ear and Rhys didn't have to look at him to know that now she was a big amusement to him.
She had to put an end to this now. Rhys stopped and confronted him. Her hand flew to his chest stopping him cold. He looked down at her hand and then his silver greys watched her face.
She felt a rumble underneath her hand. He was warm. Why were werewolves so warm? Again her thoughts wondered. Instead of giving him a piece of her mind she stood there with her hand on his chest thinking about his bare skin.
His eyes went slightly wider. Rhys ripped her hand away. They held each others gaze for a moment.
"I"ll walk you home kitten". Rhys stepped back giving her self some breathing room. His scent was strong and powerful. He was addictive, damn it. She didn't mean to sound croaky but that's the way it came out. "I know my own way home and stop calling me kitten".
He closed the gap between them pulling her into his arms.
She whimpered and he pulled her tighter against his body. His lips were but a breath away from hers. She could feel his heat. He was all too consuming. She felt like she was going to burn up in his arms.
Out of nowhere they were ambushed. He went one way and she the other.
All Rhys could hear was angry growls that belonged to werewolves.
She was on her feet in a split second. There was a giant wolf on top of him.
Rhys shifted into her were cat form and pounced on top of the wolf digging her claws in.
The wolf yelped and got away from Rhys but not without a huge gash on his flank.
He wasn't moving.
Rhys nudged him with her nose.
"Hey, I'm alright" he mumbled.
Then she remembered-the diamond around her neck. She couldn't let him see it.
With a little magic she turned the colour of the diamond to a ruby.
When he sat up his eyes went to the jewel.
"You're a jewel cat". He grinned.
"Then you must know where that Diamond kitten is". His hand went out to touch her but she hissed at him.His hand flew back. "Okay, I get the message."
Rhys turned around and padded down the street. He followed at a safe distance. At least he knew better she thought.
She was at her house now. "I'll get the door for you".
Rhys went inside and up to where her bedroom was where she shifted.
"Are you okay"?
Rhys startled grabbing a blanket. "Do you mind"?
"Sorry, but you didn't mind last night". He just turned around was all he did.
She quickly put on her clothes.
He turned around as if he knew that she was done.
"You have to get out of my bedroom-now"?
"Why" he grinned. "You might have more of those thoughts of me, kitten".
"Shut up" she yelped. She knew her face was flushed.
"You know, pup". She crossed her arms in defence. "I don't even know your name".
"Well, we can fix that, my name is Kaden and since we're getting formal-what's your name kitten"?
His attitude was infuriating but likable. She gritted her teeth.
"Rhys" she said under her breath.
"Hmm, suitable kitten name."
"Stop that, I'm no kitten".
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I would suggest you leave my bedroom before you get a taste of this kitten".
He laughed out loud and then ran his tongue along his bottom lip.
Rhys froze staring at him.
The bastard was laughing at her and sizing her up like lunch.
"Okay, Rhys, I'll leave your bedroom-for now." He did that eyebrow arch thing again. A very small smirk escaped across her lips.
First thing she knew-she's on the floor with silver grey eyes staring down at her.
Without warning he kissed her. Her breath was caught in her throat.
A little tiny whimper escaped from the back of her throat. His kiss deepened.
As quickly as the whole event happened he was gone.
She flew up and after him but it was too late. There was no sign of him.
Rhys felt like she had been hit by a truck.
The bastard would pay for this.
She would do what she did best-hunt werewolves and kill them.