Folks Of Fury (#1; Tales Of Elysia [COMPLETED])

seven.

The foreign sounds of cicadas and rustling breeze through high canopied trees, coaxing me from deep sleep to consciousness.
Soft wings of morning light flutter to and fro in the unfamiliar room. It was warm and bright, like I was flying too close to the sun.
And I had to make sure I wasn't in any form other than myself, my extremities tingled like sparks of current crackled from the tips upward.
I tried to move but I realized I couldn't, I was trapped. Draped in Ezra Khan.
He was wrapped like a victory flag around me, fast asleep with his head on my chest, arm over me and imprisoning me close, one of his legs thrown and hooked around both of mine.
He was suffocating me in his unconscious embrace, body scent and heat.
And fuck he's heavy. I took a minute to absorb the fact that we were locked likewise all through the night. And again I worried about my surroundings and that sharper flare of vibrancy coursing through me.
The room seemed hand built and comfortably Spartan- with bed suited for a large person who hoarded bed space, low wooden ceilings with engraved wolf paws and lighting.
The bright atmosphere was due to no walls or doors to the left and through them I saw only trees and skies.
Are we in Hound territory?
I turned again to look at Ezra's expressionless face at that thought. He'd brought me to Legion House last night. What the fuck will his father think?
But then those worries suddenly take secondary priority with the unprecedented opportunity to study him to his ignorance.
His breathseizing face looks younger, relaxed greatly in his sleep. Sculpted pouty lips are parted slightly enough to see a wink of teeth.
Starting to feel uncomfortable with such unrestrained closeness from him, I stretched my right arm.
And deep in his throat, I heard a faint distressed groan and saw a soft creasing of his brows as he stirred.
Ezra pulled me closer and nuzzled at my neck, inhaling deeply and causing my toes to curl at the sound and realisation that he smelled me.
Sleep hooded dark eyelids lifted and found me and we stayed like that- drinking each other like ritualistic morning coffee, for what seemed like minutes more than necessary.
Then he retreated his arm which had kept me captive.
"Morning," He mumbled hoarsely and moving slowly, unpeeling his limbs as he gathered his bearings.
I became, distractedly and abashedly aware of his prominent erection against my hip.
Ezra was wearing only a grey sleeveless t-shirt, black Calvin Klein boxer briefs strained outward by his throbbing boner.
It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I'd been swaddled all night by that!
Color and thought drained from my body as I stared at him wide-eyed and he suddenly discovered himself.
I felt a hundred shades of scarlet and I hastily put space between us so fast that I fell off the other side of the bed with a yelp.
I heard his dry amused chuckle at my accident.
"Are you good over there?" He called softly.
"Yup, all good." I returned after a facepalm for my action. But then my ass gave a twinge of pain from the fall.
"Ow." I groaned with a frown as I started to stand and looked at the Hound boy, looking beautiful even when dreary.
"Don't be a baby, it's just wood." He remarked with a cynic smirk.
"Yeah, really hard wood." It came out before I realized the underhand thought to it.
Ezra's eyes glittered darkly as he replied in low inviting tone.
"Exactly."
I flustered for a moment at that, puzzled by what he was getting at. He was so mercurial with his approaches.
One second he's looking at me like he is now- all hot and playful and seductive and the next he's warding me off like a plague.
I scowled and turned away. Resulting to asking about our surroundings.
"We aren't in Legion House, are we?" I caught sight of my clothes strewn on the floor and I looked down at myself for first time.
"No, this is my place. I started building it at fifteen."
I was in my boxers and a large unfamiliar jersey shirt. I arched a brow at him, asking, "And you took off my clothes?"
I heard him climb out of the bed and move towards me.
"I couldn't exactly leave you to sleep in blood splattered clothes. Or whatever those creatures bleed."
His breath brushed so close at my neck, raising the hairs there.
But when I began to turn fully, he was already stepping away and instead I watched him move to the door.
Ezra feeling my eyes on him, admiring the exquisite way his femoral muscles contracted in those briefs, glanced over his shoulders.
"See something you like. Senoy?"
I met his eyes, blinking hard before I made my retort.
"Not at all, but it seems you do." with a gesturing look at his subsiding hard-on which still clenched hot desire in the pits of my stomach.
He chortled an amused sound and I shook my head. This was exactly what I'm talking about; confusing me with mixed signals.
"What am I doing here, Ezra?" I rubbed a hand down my face.
He had stopped at the doorway and arched a brow like I'd just asked a most stupid question.
"I couldn't leave you at the Allais Bridge to be roadkill."
I waved to the entire structure of what I presumed to be a tree cabin.
"Why bring me here? And not somewhere else... my own room for one. I don't understand how suddenly you seem so... friendly and interested in me when we've been going to the same school for years, sharing the nearly the same classes."
He slumped against the frame of the doorway as if my words had drained him of strength.
His hand raised to rub at his forehead then down to the spray of stubble at his cheeks and chin.
Then he regarded me intently, eyes burning with some unfathomable emotion that my mouth dried at the sight.
"I... I never noticed you, I'm ashamed to say. My world up until meeting you that night had been perfectly within my control and I loved that it revolved around me. Nothing else mattered but now..."
He trailed off for a bit and met my eyes with frightened realisation of his.
"Now I realize all of that was just stupid. I was not the king of my world... and everyone else whom I thought saw me for who I really am were actually blind. But you see me. And I'm only trying to return the favour." Ezra closed his eyes in singular defeat.
That was the longest I'd ever heard him speak.
I sighed heavily, my shoulders rising and dropping with it.
"Well it cannot be like this. You've been betrothed to my sister before she learnt to walk, Ezra."
The irritated expression now owning his face as I brought that tidbit of reality, was a sign I shouldn't be looking for.
Is this what he'd meant by wanting to be free? That his world isn't in his control anymore?
"You might not like it but it is our parents' decision which means it can't be changed. So you need to stop pulling me in because it's impossible not to..." I shook my head and clamped up before I said too much.
It had just been a week since the revel and Ezra situating himself in my life.
Yet all my Ezra-infatuated sixteen year old self's thoughts had started to wake fiercely.
"Ilpossible not to what?" He started to argue. "Senoy...?"
"I can't miss first period. Where's the bathroom?" I quickly interjected deciding not to give answers to his inquiry.
He opened his mouth but the closed after a moment of thought.
"Through there. You can have some of my clothes to wear." He waved from the door at the other end to the closet at the right side of the bed.
So I went for the bathroom without much ado, aware that he was still there.