《An Alpha's Bite》Chapter 19 || He still smelt like dead pig
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Chapter 19 || He still smelt like dead pig
"What the freaking hell was that, Noah?" I said as I ripped my hand out of his grasp while we exited the house.
He grabbed my hand and kept on pulling me towards the RAM truck awaiting us in the driveway.
Who did he think he was? God? I mean sure, if he was like Dylan O'brien, Ian Somerhalder, or even Theo James. I would totally not have a problem with this. But this was Noah. And it seemed that his full time job was dragging me across the country side.
Damn, did I just sound like a city kid? Yikes, never thought the day would come.
Not that there is anything wrong with being a city kid, like seriously props to you. I would never be able to live in the city. Like I am pretty sure I would have a headache the size of Dwayne Johnsons muscles if I did. It's just that it's usually city kids that call the country the countryside... maybe I was just trying to be poetic... in a total none poetic way... Okay, just ignore me now, I am making no sense whatsoever.
"Seriously, dude, I'm not some doll you can just drag around, like I know I'm fantabulous and all, but yeah, sometimes I like to keep my hands in my own vicinity, and like not in yours." I said, my voice going an octave higher.
Of course, Noah being all great and mighty ignored me whilst he walked to the passenger door, placing his hands on my waist and hoisted me up into my seat.
"Whoa dude, totally not called for, I'm not that short, I mean sure, compared to your big tall almighty self I am a little, but I can climb into a truck on my own for your information." I said, with a hint of sarcasm dripping from my voice.
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"Yeah, well at the moment I don't trust you." He said, and then slammed my door, walking around to the other side of the door.
When he got in on the other side I started in on him again.
"How have I been untrustworthy? I mean, like seriously what have I done?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest, pinning Noah down with a stare.
Noah let out a sigh as he pulled out of the driveway.
"Well-"
"No, the answer is no. I have done nothing." I said, cutting him off.
"You ran away." he pointed out.
"Oh come on, I thought we were over that by now!" I said.
"Not really, the slate isn't exactly clean." he said, as he craned his neck to see if it was okay to turn out of the end of the driveway.
"Really? I think you need to clean the slate, not me. I mean your crimes are much worse than mine. You freaking bit me!" I said ticking of one finger.
"Marked," he corrected.
"Kidnapped me!" I said, ticking off a second finger.
"Not relevant." he counteracted.
"Then of all things kissed me!" I said in exuberant voice.
"Which you thoroughly enjoyed." he pointed out, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Puh-lease, you didn't even get the tingles down to my toes." I said with ignition.
"And there is so much more that you did wrong, you bit me after that kiss, then I later find out that your a freaking werewolf, I mean how is that even possible, does that count as beastilaity? What even counts as beastilality? I mean the least you could have done was told me about it. How freaking hard would have it had been to stop and say 'hey Sarah! I am actually a werewolf that bites and kidnaps random girls from markets!', and then of course i let you cuddle with me, you freaking smelt like a-" before I could even get the last of my sentence out Noah had stopped the truck on the side of the road and somehow gotten me out of my seat and over on his lap with his lips on mine.
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And to top this whole freaking thing off, he still smelt like dead pig.
|| AUTHORS NOTE ||
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