Fire and Ice by Mallory Davis (short books to read .txt) 📕

I jump at the sight of him, his tall intimadating figure. His blue eyes flash and traces of the fire can be seen in his eyes. He was beautiful, but he had those eyes that could freeze blood in your veins. He advanced towards me and I try to run, only to be caught. His smell blocked all my senses, the over powering sense of security. He smelled of pine, and it seemed to melt my insides. I wanted to scream in flustration. I never have let a man get the best of me. I punch him and the stomach, but I felt the pain like he had done it to me. Whats going on? He grabs me and pushes me against the nearest tree. His eyes were like a caress, his touch like a feather. His eyes wern menacing , but they looked at me with such...love? Am I dreaming? I look at his beautiful black hair that shimmers in the moonlight. His warm body pressed against me, the last thing I felt was fear. I sigh as I look into his crystal blue eyes, who was he? I was a 'rouge' as they say. On the run from my abusive past, running at the sound of crunching leaves. I was the scum on the bottom of there shoes, I could just feel the alpha power oozing off of him. I was attracted to it, wanted it. I wanted to feel safe, to stop running. I can feel the bloody blisters and sores on my feet without even looking or my matted red/brown hair. I wanted to cry and scream and demand him to let me go! Mate... my wolf says. Mate? What? "I'm sorry" a husky, deep voice whispers, before I blacked out. 

Xavier's P.O.V

I stare in amazment at her small frame. I had knocked her out, I didnt need her running away on me. Her redish brown curly hair blows lifelesly in the wind. She was so beautiful, I can still picture those intense red eyes in my mind. Her pale skin shimmering in the moonlight. I remember how soft her skin felt as she tried to punch me. She was like an angel, so beautiful. I've never seen eyes like hers, so sad. I'm glad she didnt demand me to let her go, because I couldnt deny her of anything. The smell of vanilla that oozes off of her almost brought me to my knees of the delious aroma. Where has she been all my life, why is the moon goddess giving her to me only now? What on Earth have I done to deserve her? Her beauty, her...vitality. I almost marked her right then and there. It's like her eyes brought life into my body, bringing warmth into my cold heart. She's a rouge...my angel, a rogue. I wanted to tuck her away and hide her from the world. I run fast, pumping my legs harder, the burning sensation taking my mind of of her soft skin. Or how her skin looked under the moonlight...such a temptation. I past over our border and mind-link Sam. I couldnt wait to start my new life.

I awaken to a heavenly smell, bringing my senses alive and nerves on end....mint and pine. I jolt awake with realization. He sat at in a chair at the foot of the bed. His dark locks of hair were unruly, like he had run his hand through it many times. His eyes were piercing, like blades of ice. I involuntarily shiver, his eyes seemed to soften. We stare at each other a moment longer...sizing each other up. "Look, if you’re going to kill me just do it already don’t toy with me." I say as menacingly as I can. Thankfully, my voice doesn’t quiver. His eyes go hard again, I've never been afraid of a man, but his size was intimidating. He had thick muscles, and a hard chest. I could imagine those arms holding me, keeping me safe. I almost sigh at the thought, wait what? He KIDNAPPED me, what am I thinking? How hard did he knock me out? "I'm not going to kill my mate." He says, God his voice was amazing. It's a deep, rumbling sound that seems to demand respect. Wait, did he say mate? Like in other half, soul mate, kind of thing? There’s no way, not me, I don’t deserve someone like that, not after what I had done. I don’t even deserve life. He seemed to read my disbelief because he moved closer, until he was right in front of me. I fought the urge to run, to hide like the coward I was. He lifts his large hand and rests it on my cheek. Waves of pleasure burn through my nerves. I lean into his hand as he strokes my cheekbone, it's weird how he could be so gentle. I look up into his eyes, they held curiosity...love. How could he love me? He doesn’t even know me! "Do you want to get a shower?" he asks in that deep voice again. I just nod, not trusting my voice. He removes his hand and I seemed to gain some common sense back. I turn my head and bow my head in shame, letting him lead the way to the bathroom.

Xavier's P.O.V

Her smell was everywhere, in my room, the house. It was driving me insane, the vanilla scent that was mouthwatering. Her being away from me, just to get into the shower had me pacing back and forth. Her smooth, soft, delicate cheek felt so good against my rough ones, I loved how her cheeks had turned red, and she subconsciously leaned into my hand. I loved how her touch seems to send fire through my core, to drive me insane. I DONT EVEN KNOW HER NAME! I mentally slap myself! Stupid, stupid, stupid! I was doing this all wrong! Ugh! I sound like a girl. "Hey man, are you o.k?" Sam asks. I break out of my inter monologue and look at him. His sandy blonde hair was shaggy and his face had a little stubble, I guess that’s what the girls liked about him, he had that surfer boy look. Too bad he's so annoying, but I guess him being my beta he has to be. "Yeah, I'm fine" I mumble, still lost in my own train of thought. "I hope when I find my mate I don’t go crazy" he says with a serious expression. I growl at him and continue pacing. All I can thing about is her fiery red locks, her amber eyes that seemed to see right through any lie...any deception. I take a deep breath, her scent was..scared. I follow it quickly and it leads me outside. In a blink of an eye, I catch her delicate figure in my arms. Her bouncing curls going everywhere, a waterfall of fire. I tug her close to me and look where she fell from, the bathroom window. She had gotten a shower though, I smile at her cleverness. "Whats your name?" I ask her softly as she looks up at me with those amber eyes. "Red" she whispers and I can't help but grin and the sound of her voice.

"Red" he repeats, I nearly melt right there. The sound of my name on his lips, the way it send tingles throughout my body. My body seemed so relaxed as he held me, I bury my head in his chest. He was SO warm and smelt so good. I clutch his shirt in my hands and tug him closer. "Shh" he whispers in my ear, his lips were so close to my ear. They barely brush it and it erupts in flames. I sigh, and bury my head in his neck. Would he be so nice if he knew I was trying to escape? I really didnt care anymore, I was to caught up in the sight of him. He brings us to a room and sits down with me in his lap. "Are you ok?" he asks, I look up at him. "You dont want me, trust me, I dont deserve a mate." I say and he stares at me in disbelief. He grabs my chin roughly, at first I think he's going to hit me, then he crashes his lips to mine. My lips were set on fire, heating my body. I clutch his hair for dear life. Our tongues inter lock, fighting for dominance, he wins. He traces his tongue over ever inch of my mouth. His steady lips push against my trembling ones. Fire and ice, every nerve standing on end. He tangles his hands in my hair, pushing my head closer to deepen the kiss. To close the space that wasn't