Filed to story: Kissed by Claw and Fang
He stops next to me first, gently eases the handle of my suitcase from the near death grip I’ve got on it. “Hey there, New Girl. How are you?”
“I’m okay, just…”
“She’s sick, Sebastian,” my uncle calls from below. “The altitude is getting to her.”
“Oh, right.” His eyes blaze with sympathy. “That sucks.”
“A little bit, yeah.”
“Well, come on then, New Girl. Climb on my back. I’ll give you a ride up the stairs.”
Just the idea has my stomach revolting even more. “Uh, what? N-No, that’s okay.” I back away from him a little. “I can walk-“
“Come on.” He bends his knees to make it easier for me to grab on to his super-broad shoulders. “You’ve got a long three flights ahead of you.”
They are a long three flights, and still I would seriously rather die than climb on a random stranger’s back. “Pretty sure they’ll be longer for you if you’re carrying me.”
“Nah. You’re so little, I won’t even notice. Now, are you going to get on or am I going to pick you up and toss you over my shoulder?”
“You wouldn’t,” I tell him.
“Try me,” he says with an endearing grin that makes me laugh.
But I’m still not getting on his back. No way is one of the hottest guys at the school going to carry me up these stairs-on his back or over his shoulder. No. Freaking. Way. I don’t care how much the altitude is bothering me.
“Thanks for the offer. Really.” I give him the best smile I can manage right now. “But I think I’m just going to walk slowly. I’ll be fine.”
Sebastian shakes his head. “Stubborn much?” But he doesn’t push the issue the way I’m afraid he will. Instead, he asks, “Can I at least help you up the stairs? I’d hate to see you fall down a flight or two on your very first day.”
“Help how?” Suspicion has me narrowing my eyes at him.
“Like this.” He slides his arm around my waist.
I stiffen at the unexpected contact. “What are you-?”
“This way you can at least lean on me if the steps get to be too much. Deal?”
I start to say absolutely no deal, but the laughter in his bright-amber eyes as he looks down at me-expecting me to do just that-has me changing my mind. Well, that and the fact that Uncle Finn and Macy both seem totally fine with the whole thing.
“Okay, fine. Deal,” I say with a sigh as the room starts to spin around me. “I’m Ivy, by the way.”
“Yeah, I know. Stone told us you were coming.” He heads toward the stairs, propelling me along with his right arm across my back. “And I’m Sebastian.”
He pauses at the foot of the stairs for a moment, reaching for my bags.
“Oh, don’t worry about the suitcases,” Macy says, her voice about three octaves higher than it normally is. “I can get them.”
“No doubt, Mace.” He winks at her. “But you might as well use me if I’m volunteering.” Then he grabs two of the bags in his left hand and heads up the stairs.
We start out going slowly, thankfully, as I’m struggling to breathe after only a few steps. But before long, we’re moving fast-not because I’ve gotten used to the altitude but because Sebastian has taken on most of my weight and is basically carrying me up the stairs with an arm around my waist.
I know he’s strong-all those muscles under his shirt definitely aren’t for show-but I can’t believe he’s this strong. I mean, he’s carrying two heavy bags and me up the stairs, and he isn’t even breathing hard.
We end up beating Macy, who is huffing and puffing her way up the final few steps with my last bag, to the top.
“You can let me down now,” I tell him as I start to squirm away. “Since you pretty much carried me anyway.”
“Just trying to help,” he says with a wiggle of his eyebrows that has me laughing despite my embarrassment.
He lets me down, and I expect him to pull away when my feet are finally back on the ground. Instead, he keeps his arm around my waist and moves me across the landing.
“You can let go,” I say again. “I’m fine now.” But my knees wobble as I say it, another wave of dizziness moving through me.
I try to hide it, but I must do a bad job because the look Sebastian is giving me goes from amused to concerned in the space of two seconds flat. Then he shakes his head. “Yeah, until you pass out and pitch over the railing. Nope, Headmaster Stone put me in charge of getting you to your room safely and that is what I’m going to do.”
I start to argue, but I’m feeling just unsteady enough that I decide accepting his help might actually be the better part of valor. So I just nod as he turns around and calls to my cousin, “You okay there, Mace?”
“Just great,” she gasps, all but dragging my suitcase across the landing.
“Told you I could have taken it,” Sebastian says to her.
“It’s not the weight of the suitcase,” she snipes back. “It’s how fast I had to carry it.”
“I’ve got longer legs.” He glances around. “So, which hallway am I taking her to?”
“We’re in the North wing,” Macy says, pointing to the hallway directly to our left. “Follow me.”
Despite all her huffing and puffing, she takes off at a near run, with Sebastian and me hot on her heels. As we race across the landing, I can’t help but be grateful for the supporting arm he’s still lending me. I’ve always thought I was in pretty good shape, but life in Alaska obviously takes fit to a whole new level.
There are four sets of double doors surrounding the landing-all heavy, carved wood-and Macy stops at the set marked North. But before she can reach for the handle, the door flies open so fast that she barely manages to jump back before it hits her.
“Hey, what was that ab-” She breaks off when four guys walk through the door like she’s not even there. All four are brooding and sexy as all get out, but I’ve only got eyes for one of them.
