Chapter 23 EZEKIEL
EZEKIEL
I've never experienced the feeling of jealousy. It's a feeling that I only feel that weak and cowardly people show. Because it makes no sense to be jealous. I can't believe that ever since Dalia came into my life, I've been having that feeling I reprimand so much.
Seeing the way Dennis was holding her hand and smiling at her lovingly as if they are lovers, makes me feel tightness in my chest. I know it's that feeling of jealousy because I hate the fact that she's comfortable with others and not me. I know it's not in my place to say that because it's my fault she's like that, but I can't help it.
I hate feeling this way. I know that I can't be with her, yet I want her. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed she stays in the pack and helps with stopping the war. I told her nothing will happen between us. What made me confident that I won't be the one to break that rule. I should have made her leave, that's the best for me.
If I had done that, I won't be standing here trying to reign in my anger and stop Erik from tearing Dennis apart. I don't know if Dennis picked up on anything with the way I was glaring at him, but I'm glad he excused himself. I don't know what I would do if he didn't leave.
I can't believe I feel that way when they were not even kissing or having sex. Well, I know the answer. Nothing in this world will stop me from tearing apart any fucker that will do that with her.
The only thought in my mind when I saw her with Dennis, is to rip her from him and mark her that instant. I want to brand her as mine and tell the fucking world that she belongs to me, but I can't do that. No matter how hard this mate bond is pushing me, I won't claim her as mine. Of course, Erik is enraged with that thought.
He nearly took control when he saw Dalia's wound. It's a small wound, but it's enough to make me go crazy. But I hold back myself. I don't want her to see how seeing her hurt brings pain to my heart.
She says that she can't control her anger and hurts herself. She refuses to tell me what makes her angry. I want to destroy whatever that thing is.
I'm really trying so hard to control my anger and jealousy until she wants to leave. I hate the fact that she's always eager to leave my presence but love staying in other people's presence.
I let her know she's mime. Whether I accept her as my mate or not, she belongs to me. I'm standing so close to her, her sweet scent is overwhelming. She gulps and bites her plump lips..
Fuck! I want to kiss those.
She's so tempting. Even when she's not trying, she's looks like a fucking seductress. I want nothing but to eat her whole. To bury myself so deep in her and make her scream my name while her eyes roll back. I want to touch every inch of her body and brand her with my mouth and teeth.
She isn't moving away. If anything, she seems hypnotized like me. We are close, so close. Our body is touching as we feel the heat of each other and it's driving me crazy. Seeing the way she's breathing heavily, I realize she feels the same way as me. Like I'm not the only one feeling hot right now.
I draw my face closer to hers and move it to the croak of her neck, sniffing her mind blowing scent. It's the fucking best scent I've ever smell. I want to bury my face in the croak of her neck and take her scent deep in me and let it stay there. Her scent is fucking addicting. So salacious.
I move my eyes to stay on her lips. I've never seen a lip shaped so good like this. It looks soft and sweet. I want to bite into it, lick it and savor the taste. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Oh! How delicious it will be.
At this point, I think my dick is stone hard. I can feel it stretching in my pants. It wants to be relieved. I move my eyes to hers. It's closed as she takes in a continuous deep breath. I think she also feels the mate bond and I love it. I smirk. I love how she's reacting to my closeness.
I rub my thump on her lips and she shudders. I felt the softness. I knew it…. She has the softest lips ever. I want to kiss them so hard, pull and tug them between my teeth.
‘Just do it Ezekiel. Don't be a coward.!’ Erik purs. I can't believe he will make such a sound. He's always cold and hard. But at this moment, I can feel his vulnerability. He wants Dalia so much. Well, I don't think he wants her more than I do.
Without thinking twice, I slam my lips on her. She gasps, I take that as an initiative to plug into her mouth and suck her tongue. I suck so deep like a hungry monster who has been starved for days. Well I think I was. She kisses me back with the same energy and she presses her body so close to mine that I feel her pelvic area pressing in my hard on.
I groan, deepening the kiss. She's driving me crazy. I can smell her arousal. I smirk, she's already dripping wet for me. I want nothing right now than to sink my dick so deep in her wet cunt.
I hold her small face steady in my big palm as I devour her lips. She tastes so good. Like vanilla and strawberries. I can eat her whole. She will be the most delicious thing ever.
She moans softly and I swallow it as I bite her lower lips. I suck on it and tug it between my lips as I've wanted to do. She moans again. The softness of her moaning will definitely be the end of me. It's driving me crazy.
I kiss her hard, one of my hands sliding down from her face to her neck as I explore her soft smooth skin. The spark erupting from the touch is making me go crazy. She's perfect, so perfect in my arms and I want to hide her there forever. At this point, I don't care if anyone sees us, all I want is to eat this lip and swallow it.
I want to explore her whole body. I move down to her boobs. I've been fantasizing about touching them and sucking her nipples. Her boobs look small and I'm sure they will fit perfectly in my palm. I squeeze them through her top, and she moans softly.
Fuck! Her moans sound so fucking addicting. I want to hear them all day.
I slowly raise her top, my hand exploring her stomach. She shudders at my touch as she grips my neck, digging her nails into it.
Fuck! I love the feeling.
I don't want this to end. My fingers start exploring her stomach, loving the spark. It gently moved to her breast. I groan at the bra blocking my exploration. I want nothing more than to rip it off. Before I can do what's on my mind, she quickly pushes me away, breathing heavily.
Her lips are swollen and her face flushed as she takes heavy breaths. The adrenaline has rushed off and I realize what we were doing.
Fuck!
How did I lose control of myself! She's so tempting….. I know. But now that I've let myself taste her. I will want more, always, and I don't want that. I don't want to yearn for her or her driving me crazy.
“How dare you kiss me!” She thunders. Her dark eyes become darker, flashing in anger. As stupidly as I am right now after knowing how she tastes….. All I can think of is how cute she is being angry. My eyes lingered on her lips. I want to bite into it once more.
“If you are not going to accept me. Don't ever kiss me again!” she snaps as she storms away.
I run my palm through my face. Fuck! She's so angry. And she deserves to be. I'm the one that always tells her that I don't want her and yet I kiss her and even want to do more to her.
I touch my lips and run my tongue in my mouth. Her taste still lingers there.
I fucked up. I fucked up big time because how do I stop myself from wanting more when I've tasted and see how good it is.