"Y-yes," I mentally curse myself at my shaking voice.

"Well, I'm glad you found my office location so easily," His teasing voice is dripping with sarcasm and I can tell he's just trying to lighten the mood. He smirks at my slightly cowering expression, although I'm trying my best to hide it from him. I straighten my shoulders.

Does he just expect me to forget about what happened at Claws?

I suppose since we were at school now. I should do what I came here for. After that, all bets are off. I will be finding out what is going on in Myersdale. There are too many strange things happening, and I really need answers to all the questions swimming in my mind.

I lick my lips and look him square in the eye.

"I finished my paper, and I wanted to give it to you in person." His eyebrows cock up at my statement.

"Oh?"

I nod.

"Well, alright then." He reaches down to grasp the papers from my fingertips. As his hand briefly touches mine, I want to crumble under his touch. As he does this, I notice he takes a step closer to my body.

My breath hitches at his close proximity. I can almost feel his breath on my face, with the small and minty scented breathes coming from him. His eyes scan me over ever so quickly. They stop at my necklace. His eyes glare at the small, silver-opal object.

If possible, he seems to lean even closer to me. Our chests are almost touching at this point and I don't know how my legs haven't turned to jelly. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he does I quickly step away from his craving touch.

"I'll be going now, but read it over and let me know what you think?" I ask him while backing away. I wanted to seem casual but on the inside, I was screaming.

I want to kiss him so badly.

~

A couple of hours later, I'm in my room on my bed painting my toenails when my laptop dings. I quickly blow on my toes and wiggle them, hoping the nail polish won't wipe off while I check my laptop. Turning towards it, I open it up to see what was screeching for my attention.

My heart almost skips a beat. Relax, I mentally tell myself. I click the notification which then directs me to my email. There it reads:

My eyebrows furrow together. I email him back promptly and let him know that I would be on my way to his office. Now that I know exactly where it is, it shouldn't take me too long to get there. The fact that I know where I'm going, however, is not a cure for the butterflies currently fluttering all around inside of my stomach. I don't know why I always feel this way when it comes to him.

Once I arrive at his office, I can't help but tremble before knocking onto the closed wooden door. I hear footsteps behind the door hastily moving towards me, and I gulp instantly. I am currently dreading the confrontation I am about to be involved in.

Klayton abruptly opens the door, scanning me up and down once before glancing around to see if anyone was around to witness me enter his office. He silently ushers me inside. What's going on?

Once I'm inside and sitting down on one of the chairs, Klayton stalks over to me with a determination I've never seen him inhibit before.

"What the hell was that?" His icy tone sliced through the air. I almost flinched.

"What do you mean?"

He walked over to me so he was leaving down above me, staring right into my eyes. Both his arms were on either side of me while I was sitting down in the chair. In other words, I was trapped.

"I mean," his words were now merely a deadly whisper. "How could you possibly know the information you included in your paper? The direct quotes you put from the novel of the Moon Goddess hasn't been translated into English," he shakes his head in disbelief.

I, additionally, could not believe what was coming out of his mouth as well.

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand what he was saying.

"Certain books from that library were written in a now-dead language that the Moon Goddess created," He says slowly. "How on Earth could you have translated that?" He looks away from me as if the last question he asked was more said to himself.

I almost chuckle at the ridiculousness that was coming from his mouth. A hot mouth nevertheless.

"Listen, we can go to the library right now and I will show you the book I was reading. Trust me, it was one hundred percent written in English," I say gently. He reluctantly agrees, and we silently walk over to the library from his office.

It was about a 15-minute walk. Although we didn't speak to each other, it was a very comfortable silence I was grateful for. The only time my head went a little fuzzy was when he would brush his fingertips against my hand, while we strutted side by side.

Once we had arrived, I was slightly flushed from the innocent touches he had made. I look up and notice that the library was closed. Of course, it was. I groan in frustration and turn to leave.

Klayton gently grabs my arm and turns me back towards the door, and him.

"What? It's closed," I say as I gesture towards the locked doors. Klayton smirks and pulls out a set of keys that were inside his pocket. My mouth gently forms the shape of an 'o' as I'm starting to comprehend.

He has a pair of keys to the library.

He wants us to go inside the locked library. Alone.

I gulp, suddenly unsure of what to do. He twists the keys in the lock and while he does I can't help but admire the strong muscles he has on his back. His tight shirt does nothing to hide them and I have to clench my hands together to stop myself from reaching out and stroking them. He's literally perfect.

Suddenly the door unlocks and he steps aside to let me enter first. I do so cautiously, as I've never been inside a library that was so dark and empty. His presence behind me is unnerving and I try to stay at least a foot away from him. Whenever he's around I can't think straight, and we came here with a purpose.

Once we enter, I casually motion for him to follow me to the Lycanthropy section. Almost as if he knows exactly where it is we're going, his pace mirrors mine.

I swiftly notice the Moon Goddess book. I notice that the librarian, Mary, must have placed it back on the top shelf. I grumble and am about to climb the shelves again before Klayton puts his arm in front of me to stop me. He chuckles and easily reaches the top shelf. He grabs the lightly purple book, even though I hadn't told him which one it was. My eyebrows draw together in bewilderment.

He gingerly hands me the book, a soft look in his eyes.

"Open it," he lightly demands. There was no getting around this, and I was suddenly nervous. Even though I believed he was crazy, I wasn't really ready to think about if he wasn't.

I gently open the book and gasp.

The book bounces onto the floor, and I collapse along with it. Klayton is about to reach for me before I grab the book again and scan the contents inside.

The words were not in English.

They were, indeed, some ancient language that I have never seen before. How come I could see them before but not now?

"What is going on?" I look to Klayton with a small amount of alarm. He looks sympathetic and reaches for me. This time I don't stop him and allow him to tenderly give me a small hug. I breathe in his woodsy scent, and bask in the warmth his body is awarding me.

He seems to relax under my touch, and inhales my scent deeply. I ignore it and just want to stay in this moment forever.

Everything around me is making me feel crazy, but at this moment, I have never felt saner.

Klayton pulls away slightly. It wasn't enough to be out of my embrace, but just enough so we could look at each other in the eye. My eyes trail over his beautiful face. His eyes keep me captivated.

At this moment, I feel like I can tell him anything.

"Do you think the Moon Goddess is real?" I say. He instantly smiles.

"I do."

"But that's crazy, right?" My voice comes out almost pleadingly. My arms are about to drop from his but he holds me tighter.

"I know now for sure because I've met you." His words are soft and filled with a small admiration. I couldn't help but blush under his gaze. He is so cheesy.

"Why do you say things like that?" I breathe.

Reality comes crashing around us like a storm. He pulls away from me and turns around. I can see the frustration coming off of him in waves.

I narrow my eyes at him. I'm waiting for his reply. He growls and stalks over to me. His eyes are slightly darker than they were just moments ago, and his breathing is coming out in short pants. I take a slow step back. He steps forward.

Following my every step, until I'm pressed against a bookshelf. Trapped. I have nowhere to run.

"I say things like that because," he slowly drawls.

"It's true."

"What do you mean?" I demand, although my form is slightly shaking.

"You were made for me. And I, for you." His breath is right beside my ear and I clench my eyes closed. He continues, "I was made to love you. To fuck you," My breath catches at the last part. I'm suddenly thinking naughty things and I can't help it. I'm imagining him fucking me in his office. Here. Feeling what his tongue would taste like.

He pulls back lightly and deeply inhales. If possible, his eyes darken even more. They are almost as dark as the night.

"I know you want me too, Adira."

I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. There's something about the way he says my name, so sensually.

He leans right back down in my face and licks from my ear to my neck in a slow, sexual way. I gasp slightly and hold on his shoulders for stability.

"Do you want me Adira?" He lightly blows onto a part of my neck that makes my knees weak. Klayton notices and gently picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he does this, I can clearly feel how hard he is, pressed right against my most sensitive part.

He groans lightly and pushes against me a little more roughly, grinding into me. I look him straight in the eye and bite my lip. He watches my every move with hooded eyes, almost daring me to say no.

"Yes," I gasp as he suddenly grinds harder into me. I moan out loud, running my fingers through his silky jet black hair. His eyes zero in on my lips and he starts to lean in.

His lips gently brush against mine, as if savouring every moment. I'm really turned on right now and quickly allow the movements to become rougher. I need him. He groans as we start grinding against each other roughly.

Suddenly this tongue is licking my bottom lip, almost as if asking for permission to enter my mouth. I happily oblige, letting our tongues mix together in harmony. He lightly pulls away after a minute.

"You taste so fucking good," He breathes against my face. I grab his face and continue to assault his mouth. He leaves one hand on my hip to hold me up and gently starts trailing the other one a bit higher.

His palm gently surrounds the side of my breast and I push closer to him, trying to get as close as physically possible. He palms my entire breast and starts to lightly squeeze. I moan out loud at the sensations happening all over my body as his touch starts to roughen.

"Fuck yes, Adira, " he groans as I start to pepper small kisses down his neck. We're still grinding into each other roughly, over the small fabrics of our clothes.

I've never wanted to be naked more.

He returns the favour, and starts sucking hard on my neck. I moan in the ecstasy that accompanied his touch. After he finishes sucking my neck, he kisses all the way back to my ear. I'm panting hard and so is he.

"You have not idea how badly I want to put my cock in you," his rasping breathe resonates into my ear. I bit my lip and nod along with him, as I can't help but agree.

He groans and his touch almost roughens. In the next few seconds, I realize what is actually happening. I quickly shove our lips apart.

What the fuck was that?

I'm panting louder than I ever have before, and his breathing matches my own. We gaze deeply in the eyes of each other.

He gently kisses me and pulls away from me, gently letting me down onto my feet.

I'm slightly flustered after this entire experience and don't know what to say to him. We both just stare at each other, our breath still coming out in harsh pants. He looks like he's trying to control himself and I'm just awkwardly standing here. I cross my arms and look at the floor, and then back to him.

His eyes are still dark, and he's still hard as a rock. My eyes glance down at his member, which is hugging his pants handsomely. I can tell from just the dent it's making in his pants, that it's huge. He lightly scans my body up and down before biting his lip gently.

"We should get going." He says and I nod in agreement. What if someone had caught us? I'm suddenly mortified by what just happened and I want to get out of here right now.

All I had brought with me was my bag which had been on the ground. I quickly go to pick it up, but when I do something falls out of it.

The small, red book.

Which happened to have numerous drawings of someone who looked like Klayton, from 1773. As soon as the book makes contact with the floor, Klayton goes to pick it up for me. As soon as he picks it up, he immediately drops it as if it burned him. The colour has drained from his face as his eyes glance sideways at me.

"Where did you get this?"