Bab 7: Is This An Experiment For You, Love?

[THIRD PARTY POV]

'Focus, Gideon,' Gideon reminded himself for the hundredth time as he turned to look at the warrior.

Grant Hindley looked beautiful, like a work of art that Gideon never wanted to let go of. This warrior was looking at Gideon like the sin the witch was willing to commit more than once. It was almost like the warrior knew Gideon would turn and look at him.

There was something about this werewolf warrior that intrigued Gideon. Well, there was a lot, but if Gideon started to list them, he wouldn't be done even in a fortnight.

Everything about this warrior made him want to jump him, and yet coddle him. It made him want to ask the warrior how he was feeling; whether he was okay, whether there was something he needed.

Anything the warrior wanted, Gideon was more than willing to do it for him. It was funny how a murderous man was more than ready to let the werewolf warrior walk all over him.

Standing there, they were staring at each other, just like they had been doing from the moment Gideon had stepped into Acrod with Criselda, with his hair running freely down his back.

It was almost like Gideon was the sight the warrior needed to make his day better, and frankly, that seemed to have worked.

Because the warrior's eyes had never once left Gideon's.

They were in their own world, away from the chaos surrounding them, the chaos that Gideon himself was right at the center of.

Theirs was a wild bond because even with all that happened, the warrior was here in the dark, and talking to a witch, one that couldn't even be trusted with his own life. did no one ever tell this warrior the dangers of the night?

"You must really hate your life for you to come here like this," Gideon said, his tone trying to create a balance between all the love and warmth he wanted to shower this warrior with, and the cold stares he had gotten used to, or rather his signature looks that scared even the highest of royals.

"Yeah, maybe I do. Or maybe I just want to know what it feels to be beside Gideon of Greroth," the warrior said curiously, making Gideon scoff. This warrior was something else. He seriously wasn't going to use that as a line for Gideon, no?

'Is this an experiment for you, love?' Gideon thought to himself amusedly.

If that was true, then he was ready to show the warrior who he truly was, but there was only one question, of whether the warrior would look at Gideon with the same lovely eyes he was looking at him with now, or the warrior would be weary of Gideon and would even take the road home?

Gideon wanted to know more about this man, but right here and now, he had to compose himself. That was the only way out for him.

"What does that mean?" Gideon asked, walking closer to the warrior who was also walking towards him, their eyes never once leaving each other and their heartbeats ever so loud in their ears.

Maybe they were crazy for this, but maybe they were just trying to rid themselves of the sexual tension that had been there since they saw each other. Maybe they were mates, or maybe they were just two men who wanted to fuck each other's brains out.

Whichever option it was, Gideon wasn't sure this warrior was the kind of person he wanted to do that with. No, the warrior wasn't terrible. He was a good man, and that is what made Gideon of Greroth question his intentions for the first time.

"You tell me. What do you think it means?" the warrior said quietly, his voice thick and husky as they both stopped so close to each other, their faces barely inches away from each other. This was new to Gideon.

He was fighting himself to keep his hands to himself, but the warrior's lips being barely inches away from his, wasn't really helping.

This warrior was perfection in every sense for Gideon. He had beautiful black eyes that shone in the night. He had a perfectly sculptured nose that made Gideon want to run his fingers or even his tongue on it.

He looked like he walked out of one of those traditional mating ceremonies Acrod always held for the werewolves without mates. This warrior right here smelled heavenly and given the chance, Gideon wanted to live with him.

He was ready to do anything just to breathe him in, nothing more. He wouldn't do anything the warrior didn't want him to. He would let the warrior control him and never once would he complain.

Those thoughts made Gideon shake his head roughly like he wasn't sure this was his forte, but so many things were never Gideon's forte. He just had to live with this.

Being this close to this werewolf warrior made him feel good. It made him feel like there was some humanity left in him, only that that humanity was meant to be used when dealing with this insanely beautiful man standing right before him.

How a man could be this perfect was out of Gideon's possible scope, and that even intrigued him more. He wanted to take a step back and admire the warrior, but he couldn't do that, because if he tried it, then the warrior would get a whole different idea about their current position.

If someone passed by here, they wouldn't be able to tell whether the two men were kissing or they were fighting, but with the tension between them, anyone could see the lust they both had for each other, but would they even act on it?

Would Gideon lay down his principles and deal with this warrior?

Would he be willing to trade the heavens and the fucking earth for him, or was this another temptation he hadn't planned for?

Gideon was confused, but even in his confusion, his mouth managed to talk to the warrior. It was a miracle that he didn't moan or groan, especially with how hard his member had gotten for this warrior.

No one had ever made Gideon that hard by just standing next to him. Even the women in the Greroth brothels had to work hard to do that. And now, this warrior was doing it effortlessly.

"You're sailing dangerous waters werewolf," Gideon said, his voice coming out like a rough whisper, but still sounding so sexy that the warrior was hoping to get him to talk more about anything.

Just as long as he heard Gideon's voice, he would be satisfied.

"Am I?" Grant asked, drawing in a deep breath while staring at Gideon dead in the eye. He loved what he was seeing, no doubt, especially with the small smirk that was plastered on his face. He could see that Gideon had beautiful golden eyes, but there was a shimmer of blue in them.

His eyes were unique, something that made the warrior want to know the story behind Gideon's eyes, but clearly, Gideon of Greroth wasn't going to be telling him any stories at the moment, not that he would force him to.

"Your eyes, they are perfect," Grant whispered to no one in particular as he pressed himself further into Gideon's personal space. The wolf knew that was a risk, considering he knew Gideon was a ticking time bomb, but this was the bomb he was attracted to.

They both could feel their connection, but this warrior wasn't about to explain to Gideon that they were bound for each other, no. He wanted to see Gideon tonight because he was sure the leaders of the midlands would be long gone from Acrod by morning.

He wanted to see if the witch protege was feeling what he was feeling, and if that was so, then he needed to know what they would do about their attraction to each other. It was crazy how much this warrior was willing to risk just for a night with Gideon.

Expectedly, Gideon ignored the compliment, acting like it just didn't make his heart flutter a little.

"I won't hurt you," the warrior said, his voice assuring Gideon that he was her for something else other than violence. The warrior's hands were folded behind his back as if to tell Gideon that he wasn't lying to him, but did Gideon even care?

Of course, this warrior could try to harm Gideon, but he would never be able to succeed, not that Gideon would tell him that anyway. Or maybe they both already knew that.

Looking at the warrior, Gideon just realized that they were of the same physique, and that could explain why the warrior had managed to get so close to him. Damn height, and why the fuck did he smell so good anyway?

Gideon sighed, unsure of what the warrior wanted, but he was curious as to what the warrior would do. The warrior was treating him with kindness, and that was as new as affection was to Gideon. It was a wild realization that no matter what happened, he would never let himself feel.

Criselda's protege had his guard high up as usual because he knew this was the easiest way that anyone would try killing him. He knew, because he had once manipulated a target, and the worst part or even the best part of his assassination job, was that Gideon loved it so much.

Maybe Grant was told to follow him, and seduce him or shit.

Maybe the leaders had seen how this warrior and Gideon had been fucking each other with their eyes and had decided that he was the perfect distraction and the easiest route to eliminating Gideon of Greroth.

However, Gideon was careful.

"I know. You can't even if you try."