Chapter 3 The alpha's handsome nephew

• I jumped up quickly; moving away towards the wall; scared of being alone with him.
• "I promise I won't hurt you," he told me.
• I huddled up against the wall; wanting him to leave; before Phyllis returns.
• "Can you talk?" he inquired me.
• "I won't hurt you," he again said.
• I nodded; answering. Wanting him to leave now or I'll surely be in serious trouble.
• He did not leave but stood there; staring at me with his dark brown mesmerizing eyes.
• "I'm Josh Hernandez and I'm 23 and you?" he inquired me.
• "18," I answered him softly.
• A name I could not give him; for I had none nor did I want him to know what Phyllis called me.
• "Wow, he said surprisingly. You have a beautiful voice, but can I have your name as well?" he asked me eagerly.
• I stood still not answering him.
• "Your name must be as sweet as your voice," he said wanting to know my name so badly.
• I smiled.
• His voice made me felt a strange feeling inside.
• "Yes, that's what I want to see, on your beautiful face. Happiness, not sadness," he said. Cheering me up.
• I was amazed at how he described me. Phyllis had never described me in such a way but was I for true?
• "Beautiful?" I said to him.
• "Yes, you are like a red rose," he described me.
• I smiled at him, shyly; overwhelmed by his words.
• I moved my right hand to my small round face; touching it. Wondering what he thought of me if it was true.
• Not paying attention to him anymore.
• I felt a strong warm hand against my right hand. I raised my head. Staring at him; as he now stood close to me.
• He moved his hand from my hand and gently ran his hand to my left cheek.
• "You are indeed beautiful," he again described me.
• I smiled.
• He was different. He was kind and sweet. He didn't choose to describe me harshly as Phyllis did. He was everything I expect the world outside of my cell would be; filled with love and not pain. I was now excited to meet more like him.
• He removed his hand from my cheek and inquired me again.
• "So aren't you going to tell me your name, beautiful?" he said.
• "Name?" I repeated. Not having any name to give him.
• I lower my head; Not knowing what to say. I wanted to lie to him in making up a name, but I didn't want to. If I do I would be letting him down.
• "Your sweet voice is tempted to make me kiss you," he said.
• "Kiss?" I again repeated. Clueless about what he was talking about.
• I was eager to know what it was and inquired him.
• "What is kiss?" I asked him.
• "Really," he said; while he stared at me, surprisingly.
• I lower my head; feeling ashamed.
• "No, no," he said; trying to cheer me up.
• "I'm sorry for how I reacted to your question. It's just I'm surprised that a beauty like you don't know what a kiss is. Haven't you ever? " he said while he smiled, shyly.
• I smiled; loving the way he kept on describing me.
• "Aren't you going to tell me?" I asked him eagerly.
• "It would be better if I show you," he said while he turned his head to look at the door; watching to see if anyone was coming.
• He gently touches his short brown hair, nervously, and looked at me with his enchanting eyes.
• "Can I show you?" he asked me, softly.
• "Yes," I replied.
• "Promise me you won't be scared," he said.
• My heart started to beat fast hearing him said that. What have I gotten myself into I thought
• I wasn't outside as yet and I had got myself into trouble already.
• I wanted to tell him; I had change my mind, but I just couldn't say it. The words could not escape my mouth.
• "Promise me," he said; as he moved his face so close to me. I could feel his breath against the tip of my lip.
• "Promise," I said shyly.
• "Close your eyes," he instructed me.
• I stared at him; wondering what mess I was about to get myself in.
• "Come on beautiful," he again said; while his breath danced against my face.
• I slowly closed my green eyes; waiting nervously for what he was about to do.
• Suddenly I felt something soft touches my lip; slowly caressing them.
• My entire body felt relaxed by the deep intense feeling it gave me. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. I haven't felt so good in my entire life.
• I slowly open my eyes and there I saw; the alpha's nephew removing his soft lips from mine.
• He ran his tongue over his lip; enjoying the taste of my lips.
• I held my lip; enjoying him caressing me. They trembled by his powerful touch.
• "That is a kiss," he said; why he smiled; staring within my eyes, shyly.
• I continued to touch my lip; now knowing what a kiss was, but still, I was curious as to why werewolves kiss?
• "Why did you do that?" I inquired him.
• "I wanted you to know what a kiss was," he answered me.
• That wasn't the question I was hoping for. I wanted to know its purpose.
• I looked sideways; staring at the wall curiously.
• "That wasn't the answer you were seeking?" he inquired me.
• I turned my attention to him, right away. It was as if he could read my mind.
• "We werewolves kiss when we are in love, to greet, say goodbye, and during intercourse," he explained.
• "Intercourse," I repeated.
• "Fuck, I'm sorry," he apologized.
• "Make love," he gave me his rightful meaning.
• I looked at him, puzzled.
• "You wouldn't know what that means as well," he said.
• I nodded.
• "Don't worry, One day someone will fall in love with you and you too with that person and then you will find out what it is," he told me.
• "Is it just like a kiss?" I asked him.
• "No, he answered me. It is way more different and the feeling it gives you will cause you to cry out feeling a great pleasure; between your thigh," he told me.
• I stared at him; curious about knowing what to expect of the outer world.
• Suddenly we heard the door open; I quickly moved away from him.
• Phyllis was astonished to see I was not alone.
• "What is happening here?" she inquired me.