Chapter 4 Smell danger

Rielle stood frozen as he parted her lips with his tongue, savoring the taste of her. The kiss felt as if it was coming from a broken heart. She couldn't put her hands to what was going on. A stranger suddenly kissing her? A stranger whose face she haven't seen yet.

The kiss soon got intense. He kissed her roughly as if he wouldn't get the chance again. Well he wouldn't. He was so rough that he bite her lower lip until it bleed, earning a painful moan from her.

Using all her strength, she pushed him away and raised her hand to slap him but someone held her hand from behind and the lights got turned on. "Let go of me." she cried and turned back to see who dared stopped her from teaching the pervert a lesson.

Her eyes widened as words failed to come out of her throat. Before her was a man who handsome would be an understatement to describe his looks. Looking all majestic, handsome, like a god who was sent down to earth. Just like the man she would imagine in her head when lost in the imagination of her fantasy world.

She was lost in thought that she forgot the situation as hand.

His blue eyes looking straight into her eyes as if staring at her soul. He suddenly looked away from her and fixed his eyes on the now unconscious man whose head was on the shoulder of a woman.

"Take care of him." he ordered.

Hearing his voice brought back her attention to what was happening. She quickly turned to see the face of the one who kissed her but she couldn't see his face.

"I should teach him a lesson. How dare he kissed me."

"I am sorry about that and what I am about to do." he said and before she could say anything else, he dragged her out of the room.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked and forcefully took her hand away from his. They were outside the room but she wanted to go in and see the face of her kisser.

"I apologize but you can't go in." he said and looked at the door. Like the flash of a lightening, his iris turned bright yellow, while his pupils went darker in an oval shape. Just as it changed, it went back immediately to his normal blue eyes, almost the same time with the door locking by itself.

"Your... Did.... did it... your eyes...." she shook her head and closed her eyes, trying to get what she just saw out of her head. Maybe it's just her eyes playing games with her.

He bowed his head slightly, "I am Hermes, the third son of king Median, the king of the werewolves." he introduced.

Rielle opened her eyes and looked at him. She stared at him for a while with a blank look before she bursted out, laughing hard.

"Are you kidding me? That is exactly the name of my book character and what do you mean by werewolves? Stop joking with me." she laughed but he retained a serious face. "Werewolves my foot." she added.

He looked at her from head to toe and noticed she was only dressed in a short grown stopping above her knees. Her boobs were a bit exposed and the gown was sleeveless.

He quickly turned and looked away. "I believe you would want to take some rest and wear something else." he said and swallowed hard.

Seeing her that way felt as though he committed a huge crime. He was standing before the creator and he saw her exposed skin.

Rielle looked down and realized what she was wearing. She quickly covered her chest and looked at him again. "But shouldn't I know where I am? I just suddenly woke up here with no memory of how I got here. Fine, I know you helped me when I was drunk last night but I have to get going now. I need to freshen up in my apartment."

"I am sorry you can't."

She raised a brow and laughed. "What do you mean by that? I get it that you helped me but you can't keep me here. I an sure you know who I am. People would start looking for me and that would mean trouble for you."

Hermes sighed tiredly and faced her, but without looking down to what she was wearing. "I will explain everything to you but that would be after you freshen up. Don't worry, it is nothing to worry about." he said to her, trying to get her to calm down.

He clapped his hands twice and immediately, three female servants rushed to where they stood with their heads bowed.

"Help her freshen up and change into something else." he ordered and bowed to Rielle. "I have to go check up on something."

"You know, I am still not okay with this." she said but he payed no heed to her as he headed towards the room she went into.

He got to the door and got stopped by a man looking his age. The young man before him sighed and looked back. "Mercury isn't healed yet but thanks to his powers, he can actually control himself and not lose his senses."

Hermes shook his head and crossed his arm across his chest. "So, this is what he meant when he said he would be able to bring the creator without getting hurt? He knew that with his powers, he would be able to sustain himself and get healed really quick."

"Well, what can we say? Besides, where is the creator?"

"Freshening up. She needed a change of cloth and a bath. We can't have someone of her status dressed as a harlot."

Levi sighed loudly and leaned on the door sill. "But I am still not okay with this. I hope Mercury knows what he is doing? This would only bring in more danger to us. Everyone would want to have the creator to themselves knowing what she is capable of doing."

"I am scared of that too but I believe he knows what he is doing. We are talking about my brother, Mercury here."

Levi sighed resignedly. There was no way to convince Mercury so it is better if they just work with him.

Suddenly, a roar came from the closed room. "Levi! Hermes!!"

"Oh on...., I smell danger."