The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Thirteen: green light

Cyrus's POV

   Patience, Cyrus, patience. I recited that in my head over and over again, trying to calm myself down but the impatient organ between my legs had other things in mind. As much as I was trying to talk myself out of it, my mind replayed her promise over and over again. Okay, it wasn't exactly a promise, but my mind was already convinced that it was and every dead hormone in my body was back to life.

   Arabel sat next to me, snuggled up against me with my hand around her shoulders, oblivious to the war raging inside of me and the fact that I had serious lumber threatening to take over my senses. I wanted to be considerate, pretend as if she made no promise… didn't offer to take our relationship to the next level. I wanted to chalk it up to the heat of the moment but my dick refused to. After two years of inactiveness, it felt as though my desires were locked up and piling up inside a box, a box my mate opened. Now that it was open, it was ready to run wild with no other than thee who opened the box. I had to be reasonable about it and remember that we only started dating a few hours ago and maybe she wasn't the type to go straight to business like me. I can't lose her by scaring her away.

   Arabel laughed, pointing at the plasma TV. I scowled because I couldn't see what was funny about the show in my condition. Constant blood was painfully pumping south and my mind was becoming blurrier by the second. The only thing holding my self-control was my wolf. Kent might be a wolf but he was far from being an animal. "I can't believe you don't watch Wizard Of Waverly Place, I mean, what? Alex Russo is everything worth liking! The series is a pack of laughter,"

   "Yeah, sure, that's nice. I guess." I murmured. My eyes roamed down her pale long neck and I gulped. Just one bite and she will be mine. The bite might be painful at first, but it'd eventually give her pleasure and make her succumb to my desires. Yes, maybe I should do that.

«Cyrus…» Kent growled warningly, but I couldn't stop my heart from skipping with excitement and my dick painfully twitching in anticipation. I should do it, just one bite. «Cyrus, keep it together!»

   I threw my head back, resting it against the sofa as she continued to laugh. Everything she did was sexual so her laughter sent more excitement south and made my life difficult. *Mm," she said, slipping the can of coke away from her lips. Her blue lips had glossed over, making them more prominent and inviting. I remembered how sweet her lips tasted. I can kiss her now, right? She accepted me. "How come you're not laughing?" Because I had a painful boner ruining my joy, that's why.

   "I prefer action movies, fantasy, sci-fi, and thriller, with a bit of romance of course. And erotica ones too," that last part slipped out and I bit down on my lip to stop myself from saying any more. She didn't notice though. She hummed and returned her attention to the screen. I suddenly hated my TV and everything stopping me, including logic and I was done with it. I couldn't just sit there dying alone without even trying to see if I'll get a green light to ease my pain. I could always stop if she doesn't want it, as long as it's a red light.

   As if my body was waiting for a slight slip-up, my hand started rubbing up and down her arm. My body tensed and my breathing hitched with slight panic, but to my dismay, she didn't notice. I changed the pattern of my stroke, using my fingers to trail sexual lines up and down her arm. The moment her heart skipped, I knew she finally noticed. Arabel didn't move though, she kept her face straight. If it wasn't for the sound of her heartbeat and her uneven breathing, I would have thought she didn't know yet. She's very good at pretending. Feeling less tense, I took things to a higher and riskier level. If she doesn't want it, she'd shrug me off. I placed a kiss on her temple, allowing my lips to linger more than they should as I waited for her to show any sign of protest.