When he kisses me, I feel electricity run through my whole body. My feet feel like jelly. His kiss is masterful.
At one point, I feel him move his lips away from mine. I move in closer to him, and we kiss longer, and more sensually. I look back at the couch that is covered in plastic. My animal instincts are to rip off his clothes and throw him down on the couch. When I look back into his eyes, I can see him having the same thoughts.
He lets go of my waist and backs away, peering outside of the window again. “We should really sleep. Tomorrow is going to be dangerous.”
I can feel the butterflies whirling in my stomach. I do not want to sleep. I want Lance.
Instead of letting my basic instincts take over, I nod my head. “So, tell me honestly. What’s our chances of your plan working?”
Lance lowers his head. “Don’t think about that. Try your best to sleep. Everything is going to be okay.”
I did not take Lancelot Cain to be one to bullshit, but he’s doing a good job of it. I am not sure if he is trying to reassure me or himself.
“Goodnight,” I say, with thoughts of his kiss lingering.
I turn to leave, but stop when he calls out to me. “Elle,” he says quietly. I turn to him eagerly. “Your hands stink of peanut butter.” He smiles.
Back in my room, I stare at the ceiling, again. My whole purpose for going downstairs was to have a sandwich, and I did not have one!
How awkward would it be now to go back downstairs?
I wonder if Lance is still at the window, watching the streets.
I close my eyes and can still feel his lips on mine. I can still smell his cologne. I can almost feel the sensation of his tongue in my mouth and his firm grasp around my lower hips.
A knock at the door startles me. The door slowly opens, and Lance comes in. “Sorry, I don’t want to bother you,” he says. I sit up in the bed and wave him closer.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he says. “Tomorrow, I don’t know what will happen, but all I know is I want to spend tonight with you.”
This time, I let my animal instincts take over completely. I grab him by his shirt and pull him on top of me. We kiss furiously, as if getting all the pent-up sexual tension out of our bodies that we have had for each other since first meeting.
We were supposed to sleep. As Lance had reminded me several times, tomorrow is a big day. All of that does not matter now.
Lance takes off his shirt, and I yank off mine. When he pulls off his pants, I’m already sliding my panties off.
We certainly don’t do much sleeping, at all. After several rounds of being intimate with each other, as if tonight is our last night on earth, he pulls me off him. “I need to breathe,” he says, laughing.
“Well, I need more,” I say playfully.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he says, smiling.
“Well, I think we have completed the Ritual several times over now.”
Lance smiles. “I think you’re the Beast in this relationship.”
Lance grabs his pants and takes a cigarette out of his pack and puts it to his lips. Before he lights it, I smack it out of his mouth, and jump on top him. “More like the Beastess.”
Chapter 11
Elle
“Why the fuck are you smiling so much?” Danna asks while I eat dry cereal form a box. I don’t answer and grab another handful of Cheerios instead. “I’m pretty sure we could all die today, but you look…I don’t know, flicking content.”
“I just love Cheerios,” I say playfully.
“You are so full of it,” Danna says.
Jaxson comes to the kitchen. When we notice him, he turns and leaves.
Lance comes into the kitchen. He walks up to me and leans his head down. I look up at him in anticipation of a kiss. Instead he reaches into the cereal box, grabbing a large handful of Cheerios. I throw a few Cheerios at his face playfully, until he lowers his head back down for a small kiss.
He smiles at me. From the corner of my eye, I can see Danna has an even larger smile.
Lance looks at his watch. “Oaky, so I should be back here by noon at the latest.” Jaxson walks into the room again, and Lance turns towards him. “Make sure we are all packed and ready to go, so we can just leave. Jax, before we leave you, and I can take care of the loose end.” Jaxson nods his head.
Once he is certain everybody knows the plan, he heads towards the door. Before he leaves through the backdoor, he walks up to me with a smile. He lowers his head, and we kiss again. It is not exactly a peck, but it’s not a make out session.
“For good luck,” Lance says. Before I can say a word, he turns and leaves the house.
I notice Jaxson staring at me funny. He shakes his head and leaves the room again.
Danna laughs. “Well, another drama filled morning in Ryland.”
“Another breaking story, right?” I say jokingly.
Danna looks at me with a thin smile. “Don’t think I won’t.”
I look at her puzzled. “What?”
“Say it,” she says, her smile growing larger. I crunch on more cereal and look at her bewildered. “You make fun of me for all the journalism stuff, but…”
“But what?”
“I was right! You were dead wrong. Dead, dead wrong. The Beasts are real. You are what they were fixated on. They meet at the clock tower. I was right about it all!”
I roll my eyes. “Since we could all be going to our graves soon, I’ll agree. You were right.”
“How’s Bryce?” Danna asks. “It’s been killing me not talking to him.”
I grab more cereal and look slightly upset when I realize the whole bag is finished. “Oh
