Chapter 15

• The hard wall bit into my back, and he bit my lip. I pulled my head back, breathless. "But I hate you." I whispered, knowing I meant it, not sure if I wanted to.
• "I know." He kissed me again, darker and deeper. My hands tangled into his hair, fingers sliding through his soft hair, hands touching his hard stomach. He was so handsome, so very handsome. He moaned into my mouth, squeezing my ass in response.
• I wanted to care about what was happening, but I couldn't bring myself to. It felt too good. It was all him and all me. The feel of his hands on my body, of his mouth on mine.
• I could feel his erection on my stomach and that turned me on but it also made me pause. If I go there, and I won't- I won't- there would be no turning back.
• His hand roamed near my breasts, not quite touching- and it made me consider again. This was heading nowhere good. If he wasn't touching me there, it only meant that it would mean more.
• Not just for me, but for him too. And I wanted it to mean less. And here he was, doing these things to me, stirring feelings I never knew I possessed.
• I finally pulled my lips away, stopping when every fiber of my body wanted to go on. But I couldn't.
• "What? What? Did I hurt you?" And for the first time, I saw concern in his eyes. And it came because he was kissing me, not because he cared. He never cared.
• I shook my head slightly, trying to get out of his grip, but he held my hand against the wall, pressing his chest onto mine. I looked up at him.
• "Let me go." My lips still burned and my body was still thrumming. I wanted to be in his arms again, kissing him, touching him, but I didn't.
• "No." He didn't try to kiss me again, but he wouldn't let me go. He wouldn't let me go, and that was the root of this problem.
• "Why?"
• He gritted his teeth, knowing what I meant. His jaw flexed, and he looked into my eyes, pinning me with his gaze, but he didn't answer.
• "I hate you so much." I whispered, looking over his shoulders. "What did I ever do to you?"
• He flinched, letting go of one of my hands, and I was surprised to realize that I had never asked him this question.
• "I could have lived happily, Pete. If you were not there."
• Rage burned inside his eyes, and he took my chin in his hands, turning my face up. "Now say it."
• "Don't do this." It would only hurt us both, but I guess, he didn't care.
• "Say it."
• I looked into his eyes, and I remembered every damn thing he has ever done to me. He was my poison. When I thought about it, it was so easy to hate him. "I Hate You."
• I gritted out the words but I couldn't stand to see the look on his face, as if my words meant anything to him, as if I meant anything.
• "Don't look at me like that. You hate me as much, if not more." I wanted him to know that I knew. That I wasn't harboring any fantasies about us. That I wasn't-
• A click sounded and the door swung open. Flora stood, shocked at our position. Surprised to find us standing so close.
• But Pete didn't even move. He grabbed my chin and pulled me and kissed me again. It was tender and soft and loving and caring- everything that he wasn't.
• Someone said something but it didn't matter. He was warm and soft and everything about him made my head spin. I didn't want him, I always thought that but I was seriously starting to doubt that.
• He pulled away only when we had no more air, and rested his forehead against mine, panting. "I don't think you do."
• He turned, and without looking back, walked away, leaving an angry Flora and a flustered me behind.
• I looked around, trying to spot Gary before any of the other demons could spot me. I still had some doubts about his intentions but most of them whooshed right out of my mind as soon as he uttered the word 'oath'. People who don't really mean promises don't make a gamble on their lives.
• Kira spotted a table where all the drinks were kept. Better to start with a drink if I have to get through this, to be honest. The four of us made our way to the table.
• I was not surprised when I spotted Pete before anyone else. I knew he was there. I could sense him. But I didn't have to look.
• But I also couldn't help myself.
• He looked...gorgeous. He always did. He didn't have an angel's face, he wasn't 'pretty', just handsome as sin. His hair was a styled mess, and he looked very bored. But his eyes searched for something.
• They search for you. I nearly jumped when I heard my wolf inside my mind.
• Now you want to talk?
• But she didn't reply this time.
• I wanted to look away. I was so sure, it was just one second, I wouldn't let him know I am here, no matter what the bond tells him.
• But, not even that second passed that I glanced at him, and he looked up.
• He froze, not even moving a muscle, and I wondered why he hated me so much. What had I ever done? What does he-?
• "Leah?" Harry lightly took my hand, effectively ending the staring....thing. "What do you want to do?"
• I looked over at the party, when someone else grabbed my other hand and pulled me away from Harry.
• I felt the need coursing within me, sparking from the touch, and I immediately pulled my hand away.
• Shit, nope, shit, nope, shit, no-
• "Sorry, I thought you were someone else." Pete said. "Hey, Harry, I think Jason's looking for you. He heard you were at the party."
• "Jason's here? Wow, I haven't met him in like years. Leah, do you mind-?"
• Do I? Yes, I do. I didn't want to be alone with the one guy hell bent on destroying my life. "No, no. Go ahead."
• "I'll meet you in 10, I promise."
• "It's okay. Kira and Josh will keep me company. Take your time." I didn't want to seem like a total bitch on my first and a half date, plus Kira and Josh would be with me, Pete wouldn't....really....hurt me. Yeah, I am sure of that.
• Totally.
• Either that or my dead body would be found charred in a dumpster somewhere.
• Then why was my mouth so dry? Probably because this was the longest I had been with Pete with him not clawing at my throat.
• "You're the best, Leah."
• I smiled at him. At least some one other than Kira thought so.