Chapter Five (Luka)

"You say you're part of another pack, yet, you seem to have made yourself quite a home."

I scanned Noah's room, hardly surprised at the horrendous mess it was. Clothes were thrown everywhere, notebooks and books piled up halfway to the ceiling, along with snacks strewn about with wrappers and a couple Subway bags lying around. It also smelled of... something familiar.

It was a mixture of spices and dirt. Something about it smelled so nice and warm.

I glanced at Noah as he shut the door, making me smirk at the way his cheeks pinkened.

"Ah, yea, well... I'm very friendly with Blood Rain. They've been very kind to me since I arrived in Moonstone some time ago. Something was just calling me here." He admitted with a shrug, giving me a sideways look. I returned one curiously before he looked away, tossing my jacket at the end of his large bed.

He walked across the room, kicking things out of the way and even something that squeaked, making me cock a brow. Noah coughed awkwardly as he opened the wardrobe, pulling out a large t-shirt and pulling it on over his head along with a pair of plaid boxers.

"Do you always wear your uniform?" Noah asked me as I went to the bed, folding my jacket up. I peered at him past my blonde hair before smirking.

"I'm a butler. I'm supposed to wear a uniform."

"And I'm a wolf, but you don't see me constantly running around like one."

"Mm, no, but you must have been in your true form when you found me. Unless it's natural for you to wonder around at," I paused to glance at an alarm clock sitting by his bed, "One in the morning without any clothes on in twenty degree weather." Noah blushed furiously this time, coughing as he shut the wardrobe doors, leaning on them for a moment before beaming.

"I was hunting... And then I heard you screaming. Must have been some nightmare." He added with a frown now, pushing off the doors to approach me. Instinct made me step back as I shrugged, folding my arms over my chest.

"I can't remember it now." I lied. Noah studied me. Something flickered in his eyes, but for the life of me, I couldn't figure it out and it drove me insane. I was a lich. We were extremely powerful and knowledge. We could live for centuries upon centuries. And yet, here I was, completely confused as to what was going on inside the head of this werewolf.

"So. You wanted to stay awake." Noah stated. I blinked, snapping back to reality to see that Noah had approached me and was looking down into my face. I stared up at him. I could hardly remember a time when someone was taller than me. I was rather tall myself. Not super tall, but taller than most people in this generation. A good five foot tenish. This were had to be at least six foot two.

Six foot two of hard, rippling muscles and nice perfect lips just getting to be nipped at. Hair that was perfectly for pulling on and a back that begged to be scratched up. I licked my lower lip as Noah's face neared mine.

Here we go, I thought.

His lips touched mine for a split second and I waited for him to deepen the kiss, but I was stunned as he pulled away quickly, covering his mouth and taking a step back. I frowned as he looked away seriously.

He wasn't being cute anymore.

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms over my chest again.

"You flirt with me, invite me to your room, and now you won't kiss me?" I asked flatly. Noah blushed lightly, clearing his throat awkwardly before lowering his hand from his mouth.

"It's not that... It's just, you're a human. I could hurt you. I don't know if you know about werewolves--"

"You guys like rough, mindmelting sex," I deadpanned, making Noah stare at me, "I know perfectly well. In fact, I'm worried about you. Can you handle me? I get a little rough myself." Noah's eyes seemed to glow before he stepped up to me again, his hands touching my biceps gently at first.

I wasn't going to let him treat me like a woman. I reached up and grabbed his face, our lips crashing together. I forced his lips open with my tongue, invading his mouth. He seemed caught off guard at first before he reached up to cup my face in his hands, his long fingers tucking under my ears, giving me goosebumps. Our tongues fought, but he ultimately won as he pushed me back on the bed, getting on top of me.

His fingers worked on the buttons of my white shirt quickly, his tongue toying with mine. As soon as he finished with my buttons, I swung my hands up and dug my nails into the shirt on his back. He paused to wince for a moment, his eyes flickering across my face before he bit into my lower lip. I moaned, arching my body up against his chest, ripping my nails down the back of his shirt so it fell off him.

"Maybe you are rough." Noah murmured as I tossed his shirt aside, smirking up into his face as I propped myself up onto my elbows.

"Give me all you got." I responded with a purr, lifting my legs around his waist, massaging my knees against his hips. Noah's eyes darkened with lust as he leaned down, capturing my lips again. I caught his shoulders and, without breaking our kiss, turned us over so I was on top, straddling his waist. I managed to unlatch our lips, my lips swollen from our rough kissing before I dragged my tongue down his chest and along his navel, smirking as I ran my fingers through his happy trail.

I came to his boxers, using my teeth to pull them down, my fingernails tracing his hip bones as I finally pulled his boxers off, using my finger to flick them aside. I came back up between his legs, dipping my head low to his groin, my tongue flicking at the sensitive tip of his cock. He growled low in his throat, reaching down and lacing his fingers through my hair.

I lowered my mouth down on top of him, engulfing him as deep as he could go. He hissed, clenching his grip in my hair. I breathed heavily through my nose, sucking him hard. I massaged his thighs, sucking and twirling my tongue around him as he panted.

"You're talented, that concerns me." He managed between breathes. I pulled my mouth away from him to laugh against the tip of him before tilting my head up, brushing my cheek against him so he sighed heavily.

"I enjoy dirty fantasizes, not to worry." I assured. It was a lie, but I didn't want to turn him off by telling him that I'd done this to only one other person before. I grimaced at the thought, but hide it quickly as I gave him a last lick before crawling on top of him again, straddling his hips and lifting his back off the bed so I was sitting in his lap. I ground myself down on top of him, watching him breath heavily, his half-lidded eyes locked one me.

"You're beautiful for a human." He mumbled, his hair falling over his eyes. I laughed softly, leaning in and kissing his lips quickly before I nuzzled his throat. I dragged my tongue hotly over his Adam's Apple before I lifted myself up against him, letting him reach up to pull my pants off. He dipped his head in, his tongue flickering across my nipple. I moaned, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair, cradling his head against my nipple as he bit and pulled.

My body leapt at the attention, aching and sweating for the hardness that kept bumping against my ass. I smirked, leaning my head down to nuzzle Noah's hair.

That same hot spicy scent sailed up my nostrils, filling me with a heavy wave of nostalgia.

That smell... It was so wonderful.

It reminded me of something painful, though, so I quickly licked my lips and reached down with my hands, spreading myself for him as I lowered myself carefully. Noah growled, wrapping his arms around me as I settled myself on top of him, plunging him deep inside me.

My body screamed in protest and I cried out, then bit down on my tongue so hard, I swore it was bleeding. My muscles clenched around him, my cock twitching as I grabbed onto Noah's shoulders now, breathing heavily.

"If you're in that much pain, apparently you are a virgin." He breathed against my neck, his arms wrapped around me tightly before he began to piston himself inside me. I panted hotly against him, raking my nails along his back, feeling the skin peel under my fingernails, causing me to shiver as Noah hissed.

He was right.

I had only done this a few times before, such a very long time ago. When I was alive and human, when I was considered a witch-- a sorcerer. Now I was a lich. My power went to keeping my body human and alive. A shapeshifting ability. I had neglected to think about the fact that in the process of reshaping my human body, that I had made everything virgin, including the place that Noah was roughly pounding into.

My body trembled as I moaned, biting back whimpers as I clung to Noah's hard, muscled body. I clung to him desperately as he invaded me, his hands wondering my back and sliding through my hair.

"Luka... Luka..."

Hearing my name in his voice made my whole body tighten further as I felt myself release, hard. I gasped out loud, hanging onto him as he came shortly after, panting into my ear as his tongue slid around the lobe. We trembled and held onto each other until our bodies were worn out.

As soon as I slump to the bed, my whole body ached something awful. My hips were unbearably sore and my back still had little tingles shooting up to my head, giving me a headache. My hands hurt from clenching and my chest hurt from panting so hard.

I didn't move as Noah rolled over, throwing his arm across me, sighing heavily. My world tilted a little and I felt like I was going to pass out, but I couldn't...

I just couldn't...

"Ruruka..." My eyes flashed, flying open as I snapped my head to stare at Noah, who's eyes were closed in sleep.

Even so, my heart had stopped beating. It literally stopped beating and the fact that it hadn't killed me didn't bother me-- I was already dead. My heart was just a fake to keep people from figuring me out.

But that's not what concerned me.

It was the name he called me.

I hadn't heard it in... far more than a few millennia.

Hearing it again gave me such a headache. My chest began to ache and I swore my unbeating heart was bleeding. I writhed under Noah's arm, sliding out onto the floor, almost unable to stand. My world tilted and bended, but I swung my arms out, catching my balance as Noah slept in the bed.

I stumbled over the garbage in his room, almost tripping at least four times before I made it to his bathroom. I threw the door open and shut it behind me, my legs trembling as I collapsed by the toilet. A surge of bile came up my throat as I hunched over the toilet, puking.

"Ruruka."

Why would he call me that? Where did he hear that name? How did he know the name that my mate called me?

The mate who killed me.