Mated To The Blood Alpha

I Chose You!

(Elena)

"I'll be right back, love." he whispered softly into my ear, his lips brushing lightly against the lobe, causing a shiver of pleasure to run down my spine.

Grabbing his shirt from the shelf, where I had tossed it. He strolled out of the closet smirking at me over his shoulder as he went. Gaping after him, standing there in my closet panting like a horny teenager as I watched him saunter away.

We should have mated with him Athen whimpers with regret. 'Is that all your worried about?' snapping at her, although I couldn't have agreed with her more. Quickly grabbing a white lace bra from one of my drawers in the closet I swiftly snap it in place.

Placing a trembling hand, over my quivering stomach. Wishing that we were doing naughty, naughty things with Jackson right now. Licking my dry lips, pressing my tights together trying to stop the aching, longing desire pooling between them.

Knowing full well Mer isn't going to wait outside the door much longer, I sigh and turn my attention back to getting dressed. Rapidly trying to pull clothes out of my drawers, cursing Meredith for her horrible timing. Grabbing a pair of matching white lace panties to slip into and pulling off the black ones I'm wearing, seeing as their completely soaked now.

Shaking my head, there is no way I'm going to be able to stop myself from jumping him with Athen's persistence to mate with Jackson. Goddess, all I wanted to do, all I could think about doing was ripping his boxers off and letting him have his wicked way with me.

"Elena... What are you doing? I've been yelling for you." Meredith snaps, pulling me back to reality as she crosses her arms over her chest at the entry to my closet.

"Getting dressed." stating the obvious, who knows if Grandma told any and everyone that Jackson had stayed here last night, that he was still here and joining us for breakfast.

Hastily slipping on a pair of black leggings and a white t-shirt since I planned on getting some training done after breakfast. Quickly pulling on a pair of socks, then slipping on my Skechers.

"That's what your wearing?" she cringes in disbelief as she dazzles in her little green sun dress, gold gladiator sandals, her hair perfectly blow dried, pinned up and away from her face, flawless make up. Shaking my head at her, she always was the girlie girl of the two of us.

"Yes, I have training." laughing at her 'You can't be serious' expression, as I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and secure it with a hair tie.

"You can't take a day away from training, especially since you found your mate last night and talk all about it with your favorite cousin." she demands wanting to talk about Jackson being my mate and probably the whole Christian fiasco that unfolded.

"No I can't. I like training, I like knowing that I can protect myself." huffing at her, crossing my arms over my chest, mimicking her stance.

Plus I really didn't want to talk about it, any of it. Especially not Christian and our whole messed up situation. I just wanted to forget that it happened and how incredibly embarrassing it all was.

"Fine, but we're talking while you train." she exclaims, tossing her hair back as if that's final.

Rolling my eye's at her, of course I wasn't getting out of it that easy. She's like an FBI interrogation specialist, especially when she really wanted to know what was going on. Kinda like Grandma.

"Whatever fine, I can multi-task." scrunching my nose at her, heading out of the closet, dreading the entire conversation.

"Wait, isn't Christian the one who normally trains you?" she questioned as we step out of the closet. A menacing growl rumbled throughout the room, forcing us both to stop dead in our tracks.