Recall: "This is your home." He growls out. I can hear him walking towards me, so I turn around. His eyes are pitch black. He continues to walk toward me, and I continue to step back. I feel the door handle behind my back, and now I know that I am out of room. I have no where to run, and the predator is closing in on his prey. There is nothing to reach to throw at him. There is no way I will get the door open with him two feet away. I'm stuck.
As he reaches me my hands begin to shake. He places both of his hands beside my head, and leans down now closing the gap between us. I can feel the heat radiating off of his body, and smell his minty breath. His Cold Spice cologne wraps itself around me, and I can't resist the moan that follows. He looks at me like he wants nothing more than to kiss me. He bites his lip, and I gasp as I see two elongated canines. His eyes flicker between black, and gold. He wants so badly to give in, but for some reason he won't. For that, I'm thankful.
"I... I need to go home." I say again this time I can't think straight, so it comes out as a stutter.
This time he lets out a thunder sounding growl that echoes off the walls. "You are home. Say it again, and I will not hesitate to lock you in this room."
I swallow, and try my best to remain calm. "This isn't my ho..." He glares at me, and kisses me as I try to say it. This time the kiss is rough, and demanding. It demands control, and I won't give in. I try not to kiss him back, I really do. I claw his shoulders, push his chest away to which he doesn't budge, I can't knee him because he has my dominant knee in between his own. I'm locked in place. I try everything I can think of. Suddenly, a plan comes to mind. My hands entwine in his hair, and my mouth is now fighting for dominance. I pull his hair, and he releases a guttural moan that makes my stomach flip. I slide my tongue in his mouth, and he moans. Point 1 for Dezi!
He unexpectedly grabs my thighs, and lifts me up causing me to gasp. My thighs grip his waist, and he continues to hold them not letting his mouth leave mine. I decide to see if I can convince him to let me go home, so I move my mouth to his jawline. Then down to his neck kissing, and biting the skin that is there. He lets out a moan that encourages me to continue. His head rolls back, and he begs me to continue. I kiss down to where his neck, and shoulder meet. He lets out a gasp, and I know that I have won. I can feel him harden even more as I nip the skin that's there.
"Fuck, Dezi. Goddamn." He moans out. I suck on the spot knowing that I will most likely leave a hickey there. He takes this advantage, and moves us to the bed. I can feel him as he climbs on still holding me in place. I continue to bite, kiss, and suck on that one spot. When I feel the bed behind me I gasp, and it takes a second for me to refocus. He takes this advantage, and kisses my jawline. He nips it, and continues his assault down my neck. He kisses, and bites it roughly as I struggle to breathe. What did I get myself into? I was just supposed to be trying to convince him to let me go. This kiss feels so incredibly good, and my body stops fighting. It's like it wants, no needs, this.
He finds the spot between my neck, and shoulder where I let out an ear splitting moan. His hand makes it's way to my hair, and tugs it lightly. I gasp as he continues to hold me there never letting up. I know that if we continue I won't be able to stop myself from sleeping with him. I try my hardest to ignore the sparks, and pleasure that I can feel all the way down to my toes.
"We need to s..s..stop." I say breathlessly. He lets out a growl, and continues his assault.
"I don't think that's what you really want." He says as he moans, and licks the spot. Fuck.
Summoning up all of the restraint I have left I say, "We need to stop before I can't help myself."
He stops his assault, and leans back. He looks at me his eyes completely black. I take a deep breath, and try to remain calm. He takes a deep breath, and his eyes return to their beautiful liquid gold color. I swallow, and he sits up allowing me to do the same.
"You need to eat." He says, and gets up off the bed holding his hand out for me to take. I look out the window, and back at the bed thinking we should make it before someone comes in. Never mind that, I should escape! Run! Go out the window. I ponder that thought, are we alone in the house? I'm assuming, we are at least three stories high from what I can see. Is there an awning I can use to climb down? Will I make the jump from the third story? My hands twitch to throw open the window, climb out the window, and make a run for it. Set myself free, or at least try. For the love of God, just try. He must see me looking because he says, " Don't worry about it. The maids will get it."
He has maids? Well, of course he does stupid. Remember he's a CEO of at least three profitable businesses. He told you this last night.
"Okay." I say following him to the black bedroom door, and as he opens it I wonder what awaits me outside. I let go of my plans to escape, and walk out the door.
We walk down a smaller hallway, and down a corridor. There are a couple of doors that as we pass I notice are all made out of a dark wooden material. There are photos of Elijah along the way. One of him, and four other people all around his age. They all look alike, so I'm assuming they are his siblings. Another of him with two people much older than him both with grey hair, and fairly wrinkled. I'm assuming these are his grandparents. They both seem like they are in good shape, and he looks at them lovingly in the picture. The rest are of him with a much larger group. Some of the photos they are wearing jerseys, and in others they are just of himself. What sport does he play? Is there a picture of his parents?
We walk down a flight of stairs that are split in the middle with a much longer area in between. There is a large window that rests above us, and looks out on the neighboring house. There are a set of trees along the bottom, and in between the houses. You can see a crystal blue sky, and some birds as well.
We continue to walk down the other set of stairs that lead to a living room on the left side, a smaller bathroom right in front of us, and the front door to the right.
Now is your chance! You could leave!!! Run!
As if he hears my thoughts he turns around, grabs my hand, and says "Let me show you to the kitchen."
He leads me through the space between the living room, and a small dining room. There is a large glass window that sits on that side of the house. There is a large enclosed space outside the glass door where you could probably set up patio furniture. Then the next wall is glass as well. You can see the entire backyard where a set of bushes, a wooden area with a bench sit on the left side, and a rose garden sits on the right side. There isn't a fence, but instead a gorgeous forest completely with tightly packed trees and flowers. At this point I have stopped to admire the view, and Elijah is standing there watching me. I could escape out this way, is the house protected? Am I barricaded in this house?
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" He says watching me with adoration. Interrupting my thoughts of escaping.
"Yes, it is." I say sheepishly.
"If you want later we can go for a walk. I would love to take you out there, and show you around." He says with a smile.
This man really does like me, doesn't he?
I smile, and follow him as I turn around I notice a bar that looks over at the all white kitchen. It's a modern styled kitchen with upgraded appliances. I can't help, but smile. This house is beautiful, and I haven't even seen the entire thing. He walks into the kitchen, and pulls out an egg poacher. Along with eggs, toast, pancake mix, bacon, and orange juice. He also grabs a skillet, I'm assuming to cook the pancakes and bacon in. As he does all of this I sit at the bar, and watch him. He's still shirtless, so I can watch as every muscle flexes. I can't help, but admire him.
"Can you cook?" I ask idiotically.
He laughs, and smiles at me. "Yes, my mom and grandfather taught me to cook when I was younger."
I smile sheepishly, and hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I'm assuming they're male because of the way they stomp down them. The door opens, and a tall handsome stranger with black hair walks through them.
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Alpha Elijah (Previously The Alpha)
Werewolf"Mine." Is all he says while his eyes seem to go completely black. "This is your home." He growls out. I can hear him walking toward me, so I turn around. His eyes are pitch black. He continues to walk toward me, and I continue to step back. I feel...
