The Alpha's Siren Song

Chapter 49

I found out very quickly that, though he was unpracticed, Easton was a very giving lover. As soon as he recovered enough, he wanted to please me. The hat had passed once I had given him an orgasm, but he wasn't sated and with how drenched I was, I didn't want to say no. I laid in his arms, instructing him through quiet gasps as his fingers worked. At first, it was awkward and overly eager, but once he got the hang of it, it was magic. I was trembling in his arms faster than I though possible.

We did manage to put on normal clothes and make it to the kitchen, but as soon as breakfast was consumed, he was rigid again, his eyes following my every move. I was not going to deny him and he took every opportunity to please me. We spent the majority of the day on the couch, kissing each other, our limbs tangled together. 

By the afternoon, Easton's head was propped on a decorative pillow and he was breathing hard. 

"I want you so badly, but my body can't take it anymore," he confessed with a weak laugh.

I knew exactly how he felt, my core feeling tender and raw but still so needy.

"Maybe we should just cuddle for the rest of the day," I suggested, managing to button up my jeans once more, but my hands were shaking now.

"Sounds like a plan, lass," he replied. His arms opened for me and I tumbled into them without a second thought. 

My eyes were shut with exhaustion when his lips brushed against my neck. At first, I thought nothing of it, reveling in the feeling of having him so close to me. This was bliss. I felt like I would never want for anything else.

Then I heard him let out a sigh, his teeth scraping my skin.

"Let me mark you, Kaia," he insisted.

"Easton..." My defenses flared, but I couldn't find it in myself to lift my head off his shoulder.

"It won't hurt, lass. And you'll feel so much closer to me. Everyone will know that you're mine and that I'm yours. Don't you want that?"

I forced myself to readjust my body, lifting my weight onto my arms. The blow of rejection was already plain on his face, but he said nothing, watching me. 

"Not yet, Easton."

"Why not? I love you. I love you so much. I don't want to push you, but I want it so badly," he all but begged. 

I opened my mouth, desperate to spew something that would convince him that now was not the time when the doorbell rang. 

"I promise that I'll never mark you without your permission, but I want to have this conversation. This is a need for me, Kaia," he explained as we both moved away from each other. 

When I gave him enough space, he swung his legs out and stood up. With a lazy stretch, he ambled to the front door and offered up a half smile. "Elliot, come in. What brings you here?"

"Not good news, I'm afraid," the beta confessed, hands stuffed in his pockets. His eyes swept over the open layout and when he spotted me hunched over the back of the couch, panic coated his features. "Maybe you should go to the next room, Kaia," he suggested.

I probably would have dawdled away after he and Easton started speaking, usually bored with their dry werewolf conversations, but his comment only pique my interest. 

"I'd like to stay," I retorted.

Elliot glanced at Easton who only shrugged.

There was a second of hesitation as if Elliot hoped that I would change my mind and bow out. I didn't. He handed a crumpled piece of paper to Easton then spoke a beat later, "It's probably nothing. The house is untouched, but when we were doing our new rounds, we saw this on the front door."

Easton said nothing. I watched his eyes skim over the paper once, drifting from one side to the other. He paused. Color left his face. He read it again.

"It's probably nothing," Elliot pushed again.

"Probably nothing," Easton repeated numbly, but his hand fell to his side, the paper balled up in it. And his attention went right to me. "The house wasn't touched?"

"No, alpha. The front door was still locked and nothing was broken inside from what we could see."

Easton continued to stare at me. 

"What is it? What does the note say?" I demanded.

"It's nothing sweety," Easton murmured, a massive grin on his lips.

Since when did he ever call me sweety? And that smile was down right frightening. Something in my chest tightened and I grabbed his half finished tea off the coffee table, my fingertips hovering over the liquid's surface.

"Tell me what the note says or I'll command you to do it," I warned. 

The confession wasn't as instantaneous as I expected, but Easton glanced away and nodded. After his Adam's apple bobbed once, he admitted, "It's a note from Nero. He's claiming that he's holding Eddy hostage."

~~~Question of the Day~~~

Do you know your love language? What is it?

Mine is gifting giving and receiving. I just get so excited when I spot something in a store that someone will love or when I make them a special gifts.