Horizon

//SPECTRUM// part 3

Lucas ordered me to stay in the bar. When he left the apartment he must've rallied the troops in the bar. I watched from my window as wolves streaked through the verbena field below. The most formidable was the leader, a grey streak leading the hunt to the forest. Lucas had no plans to let Ethan search alone.

"We know the forest. If she's still out there the Garou will find her." 

"Then what?"

"We eat."

For once I didn't argue with Luke. The punishment fit the crime.

I was wide awake when they returned, heading downstairs the moment I saw the first human break from the woods. I was their when the bar doors opened to a crowd of Garou. Dirty, unabashedly naked men and women - warriors with claws and natural adrenaline. Ethan was their leader, Lucas and Adelle right behind.

With a wicked smile, Ethan deposited something in my hand - a dangle earring. Ruby drops in magnificent clusters, like the seeds of a pomegranate, caked in dirt.

"Adelle almost beat me to it." Ethan's smile spread. "They think they got away. They just bought themselves some time."

Lucas lauded the crowd, said something about drinks on him. Meanwhile I took Ethan's incredibly warm hand, and as everyone else cheered and migrated towards the drinks, we snuck in the stairwell for some privacy.

He was streaked with dirt, his skin covered in scratches. His gaze locked with mine, I tiptoed my fingers across his brawny chest, his heartbeat like thunder in my hands. Ethan stayed out all night for me. He put his life on the line without a second thought. He deserved something sweet in return.

Ethan backed me against the cold wall, his golden eyes insatiable. In each pupil I saw the Wolf, hungry and waiting. 

"Thought you didn't like me, Princess?" His fingers took a dive in my curls, the thumb of his free hand tracing my mouth.  

"I don't." I gasped, caught by surprise when Ethan hoisted me in the air, my legs around his waist as he carried me to the shower...

Hot water rinsed the dirt, making room for our own mess. It came down in magenta rain, encasing the world in a psychedelic filter of pink. But there was no bigger rush than him. Our cries rising with the steam, I pressed my palms to the cold tile, the slates cracking from Ethan's strength. He could've crushed me, instead he devastated with a kiss.

His hand slid down my spine. Thumbs pressing the dimples in my back, he gripped me by the waist, slowing down to murmur in my ear. 

"Remember this moment when you hate me, Eliza." 

How could I forget? Ethan swept the curls from my neck, kissing my shoulder from behind. Lip between my teeth, I moaned, letting the Alpha take control, letting him take me.

Still wet from the shower, he tossed me on the bed, using the light as a harness to drag me to the edge and lift my chin for a kiss. Ethan didn't use his hands to guide the magic. They were one.

The Wolf gave him stamina, the mattress squeaking the quickening rhythm as his golden eyes and magenta hands worked magic in the dark. No need for thoughts, no capacity for the words, I left my brain on autopilot as I explored Ethan's body, obsessed with his v-tapered back, my nails digging in when things got intense.

Hours passed - and then some. Drunk on ourselves, high from the sex, we didn't stop. Not even to inspect the snowflakes drifting from the ceiling. We kissed through the cold - until the snow disappeared and it was warm again, until the light was drained and the magic left. Only when the world was back on the visible spectrum did Ethan and I finally come apart.