The Wolf Within

Six

Eric and I walk back to my home and I reluctantly let him inside. I want for us both to be able to be friends, but I know it is going to be hard for me to trust him. "Wow, this is your home?" he asks and looks around. I nod and close the door, "I helped build it with a few friends of mine about a year or so ago," I replied and went around him to the kitchen. I hear Eric enter my kitchen and turn around to see him stooping down. "These are beautiful," I watch as he runs his fingers over the intricate details I carved into my tiles, "did you do this?" he asks and looks up at me.
"I did, yes," I say and come around the island bar.

"How long did it take you?" he asks and stands up.

"Six months or so," I answer and hand him a glass of water. He smiles and follows me into my living room.We both take a seat adjacent from one another and sit in silence for a moment. The transformation I had recently went through left me somewhat disorientated. I tilt my head as I study Eric and the way he appears now through my new sight. The simple jeans and white shirt he wears is just that, simple. However; I see the way the jeans hang off his hips and the way the white shirt molds to his chest and torso. I catch a scent of pine and mint radiating off of him. He smells so good and I briefly close my eyes for a moment, inhaling his heavenly scent. "Elena?" Eric asks. I open my eyes to find him kneeling in front of me. His head is tilted to the side and his eyes hold curiosity. His hand comes to rest against my cheek, "Are you alright?" he asks and gently runs his thumb across my lips. I inhale softly and part my lips slightly. "I'm fine," I breathe out. 

"Are you sure?" he counters and brushes the stray hairs away from my face.

"I'm sure, yes," I reply and smile. He smiles back and rises to his feet. Elena, if I did not know any better I would say you wanted Eric to kiss you, Ezra's smile makes me blush slightly and she laughs aloud in my head. I ignore what Ezra says and stand up, only to come head to toe with Eric. "I'm sorry," he murmurs and steps away.

"No need to be," I reply and go around him into my kitchen. He follows me as I set my glass in the sink and turn around; he places his hands on either side of me on the counter and leans in ever so slightly. "I know we agreed on just being friends for right now, but," he presses his body against mine, "would you mind if I kissed you?" Him asking for permission catches me off guard and I stare at him for a moment before I answer. Let him kiss you, Ezra says and smiles at me in my mind's eye with her silver ones. "Just this once you can," I murmur. Eric lowers his head down to mine and hovers over my lips for a moment with his own. I part my lips slightly and he touches his lips to my own. It is one of the lightest touches I have ever experienced and I find myself pressing my lips firmly against his. The kiss becomes deeper as he wraps his arms around me, holding me against his body and gently licking my lower lip. I part my lips further and allow him to slip his tongue into my mouth. He explores it with soft slow strokes, teasing my tongue and causing an electric current to flow through me. Time seems to stop as we both become lost in the kiss we share.

          "What is going on here?" my father's voice jolts us both and we suddenly pull away from one another, or rather Eric pulls away from me. I turn my head to find my father standing in the doorway to my kitchen; his eyes are enraged as he stomps towards Eric and I. "What are you doing in my house?" I counter and place my hands on my hips.

"I came to find you both. Breakfast is about to be served and you two are standing here making out like a couple of love sick teenagers," there is anger behind his words even though he is trying to make it sound as if he is annoyed.

"Eric, can you go on to the house, my father and I need to have a little discussion," I say and smile at him. He reluctantly nods his head and kisses my cheek, which only makes my father fist his hands at his sides. As soon as Eric is gone, I come head to toe with my father and stare him square in the eye. "You have no right to barge into my home nor spy on me," I growl out. My father wraps his hand around my arm and jerks me closer to him, to where I have to incline my head to meet his gaze. "You may have greater power than me and every other Alpha on this planet, but my dear sweet Elena," he captures my lips in a carnal kiss, "I will have you one way or another, just like I had your mother and her mother before her," he hisses and pulls away from me. Ezra rears her head and soon takes over my body. She takes my father's face into my hand and tosses him across the room in an instant. His blue eyes widen in shock and before he can react, Ezra is on him and throws him through my double glass doors to my patio.