Claiming Eliza

~*3*~

Cassius is with me when I wake up.

His arms is thrown around my waist and I notice he is still asleep. He looks peaceful, almost like a boy when he's unconscious.

I trail my fingers over his slight stubble and trace his features. He is too beautiful.

I feel his chest rumble with laughter, and I retract my hand. His eyes fly open. He was already awake.

Embarrassment makes my cheeks flame, and I squeeze my eyes shut. He pulls me close and kisses my forehead. His hands start wandering and I shoot up out of bed.

"I need to dress." I say, heading to the bathroom to freshen up. I can feel his eyes on me as I walk across the room naked.

He doesn't try to stop me and I clean myself up. I brush my teeth as well as my hair. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and do a double take.

My skin has a healthy glow, and my hair seems somewhat shinier. My body looks more curvy than usual and my lips look plump and red.

Frowning, I continue my routine. I ignore Cassius's stares and search through the wardrobe. Picking a random dress I change in front of him.

I pull on a pair of underwear and face him. "Are we going to eat? Because I'm starving."

My eyes instantly zero in on the tent in his crotch area. "Does everything I do get you aroused?!" I ask.

"Pretty much." He growls, getting up. He strides over to me, but I distance myself.

"We aren't doing this now. I'm hungry. We are going down to breakfast." I say, my voice unwavering.

"You can eat me."

My eyes bug out thinking about his erected member in my mouth. I shake my head of the image and glare. "Not that kind of hungry."

Huffing, he turns around and gets ready. Cassius throws on a shirt and a random pair of pants. This is probably the first time I see him fully clothed.

Grabbing my hand, he leads me to the kitchen. I watch his muscles move underneath his t-shirt. He glances at me and raises an eyebrow.

I keep my eyes on the ground the rest of the way. The same cook from yesterday lays out food out in front of us, and I don't hesitate to stuff food in my mouth.

I can feel Cassius's eyes on me and I avoid his gaze. Taking a slip from my glass, I look up.

Lust clouds his eyes, and I'm not surprised. "What's your favorite color?" I ask, trying to get him to think about something different.

"Blue. Like the color of your eyes." He smirks. I dismiss his comment.

"Mine is purple." I say. "Siblings?"

"Nope." I feel his hand on my thigh. Even through the material I can feel his scorching heat.

"Me either." My voice cracks as I feel his hand slowly rise up. His fingers get a little too close to my core; so I reach under the table and grab his hand.

Placing his hand back in his lap, I ask, "Where are your parents?"

"They are retired. My mom likes to travel, so they're somewhere." He answers.

"How old are you?"

"23." That means he has been entering the Mating for five years. "Now can I touch you?"

"No. You are going to show me around your territory." I get up and bring my plate over to the sink. He does the same, and his arms come around my waist.