Chapter 271 - Tip Toes

Chapter 271 - Tip Toes

Madeline chose not to answer him, knowing he could decipher her lies through her words. The more she would speak, the more she would dig a grave for herself. When Calhoun stepped closer, she turned her face away from him and his words vibrated on the skin of her neck,
"Did you go to meet him...my sweet girl?"
He knew.
Calhoun's hand moved to pet her head, waiting for her reply. When he didn't receive one, the same hand that had been weaving through her hair, gently tugged her hair from behind, "Are you not going to speak?"
"I-I didn't know if h-he was there," Madeline blurted when she felt Calhoun's bite of jealousy through his hand. Seeing him look at her like this, she felt her mouth turn dry, and she gulped.
"But you had a doubt. Did he call for you?" While one hand of his was on her hair, another snaked around her waist, pulling her towards him. "I thought you finally forgot about him and started to accept me. Why did you go to him?" Every word that came from Calhoun's lips was filled with jealousy and his hold around her body alerted Madeline when it tightened,
"Am I never going to have your heart?" his eyes glared down at her.
"I heard his voice when I was walking by. I just wanted to see," Madeline had never been on the receiving end of Calhoun's ire, "I didn't mean to upset you," she whispered.
Calhoun leaned forward, taking a sniff, and he gritted his teeth with his eyes flaring like flames that would burn anything, "Did he touch you?"
It was not intentional! She was even about to move when it happened! Madeline screamed it in her head, knowing her reasoning would not be accepted by Calhoun. "I can explain what happened there, Cal-" Her words were cut short as Calhoun tugged her hair down to have her head pulled back.
Calhoun covered her lips with his. His lips moved roughly against hers, biting and sucking it every now and then. His hand let go of her hair, and both his hands came to settle on the sides of her neck, holding her face as his thumb lifting her chin.
"I won't give you to him," growled Calhoun between the kiss, biting into her lip and making her wince as the bite was not gentle, "You are mine."
Madeline wanted to explain to him that nothing happened, but it looked like he didn't want to hear anything about it.
Calhoun's hands that were on the sides of her neck moved towards her shoulders and then down towards her waist. But before reaching there, his hands stopped midway, and he used his fingers to brush her breasts, eliciting muffled moans from her covered lips as he
continued to kiss her. His tongue pushed and rubbed her tongue, his teeth nipping her lips.
Madeline couldn't fight it. Not because Calhoun was stronger than her, but because of his jealousy and his behaviour where he slipped out of control, it did something to her.
"Tell me you won't meet him again. Not without letting me know," Calhoun's eyes continued to glare down at her.
"Did you know James is-" As it wasn't the answer Calhoun wanted to hear from Madeline, he cut in her words, interrupting her,
"Looks like you haven't understood my question, Maddie," Calhoun asked through his gritted teeth. This is what love did. Intoxicating a person like there was nothing better than it. Calhoun was not willing to give her heart to anyone, "You're going to meet him again?" he pushed his leg between her legs, pressing it.
"Let me explain!" Madeline didn't do anything. Huffing for air with the sensation which she tried to resist, it only urged Calhoun to punish her more.
"Okay, let's do this," Calhoun said, "You said you went to walk."
"I did! I didn't say I didn't visit the dungeon!" Madeline spoke quickly, "I told you I would explain. Let me step away. I cannot talk like this." With all the things that were going on, Madeline didn't know if it was because of her age, but her body was too swift to obey Calhoun's words and actions.
"No," Calhoun refused, "Tell me why you reek of him. Why see him? Do you still like him?"
Madeline shook her head.
How did Calhoun expect her to answer when he was trying to rile her body? This was not fair! The fire in the fireplace burned brighter, and the candles that she had blown, started to light up, turning the room bright once again. Meeting his eyes, Madeline noticed something dark and dangerous lurking in his eyes.
"I want words, Madeline," Calhoun demanded from her.
"No, I don't," she replied, a small moan escaping from her lips when he rubbed her sensitive part, "I don't like him like that. I don't see him that way, Calhoun. I only went there because I was curious. H-he placed his hand on my chee-AHH!" Madeline had placed her hands on Calhoun's thigh, her body feeling weak with desire, "You cannot do this to get answers from me," she glared back at Calhoun.
"I will see what punishment gets the best results," he replied, and one of his hands tipped her chin up. His finger slowly ran across her lips. Feeling her words were sincere, Calhoun finally let go of Madeline and stepped away from her.
"What has James turned into?" asked Madeline, "Did you do something to him?"
"The thing I would love to do is kill him off right now for touching you. No, I didn't," said Calhoun turning away from her, "For some odd reason he has turned to a werewolf. A feral creature that will kill anything. He came looking for me, and we found him to be in the shape he is in right now."
Madeline continued to press her body against the wall, and she asked, "Why?"
"To kill me."