“We were quarreling like cats about you, Heathcliff; and I was fairly beaten in protestations of devotion and admiration: and, moreover I was informed that if I would but have the manners to stand aside, my rival, as she will have herself to be, would shoot a shaft into your soul that would fix you for ever, and send my image into eternal oblivion!” — Catherine Earnshaw.
His menacing glare had rooted me on spot, as he grabbed me by my wrist, harshly pulling me with him. I was having a hard time keeping up with his long strides, but I had no other choice but to give in. Dragging me to the spare room that Cole had shown me earlier, he nudged me inside, shutting the door after himself stepping in.
“What the fuck were you doing with that girl?” The razor sharp edge to his voice made my pride go up a few notches. That amount of jealousy was hot. Internally, I thanked Cole for his plot hole less plan after which I fixed my gaze on him, “What? I was talking to that girl.”
I watched him clench his jaw, staring me down with all his might, “I wouldn’t call that talking, Tobias,” He growled in a tone that made shivers run up my spine, my control waning with an increasing velocity, “You were flirting with that girl. Infront of me.” I gulped at the accusation, fully knowing whatever he said was true, “I was just trying to piss you off,” I muttered, looking away from him, quietly shuffling my feet.
“Yeah? That worked.”
The short confession was made with so much discomfort, that it made me swoon. Jealousy was laced in every word, making me take pride in the fact that I was the one to have that effect on him, “You are mine. Do you get it?” He hissed, looking down at me, “You have pissed me off to the ends od the Earth today, Harris.” Grey eyes were giving off sparks as if they wanted me burnt. I gasped at the situation, my scalp prickling with anticipation of what might happen next. The night heat sizzled between us, when with an infinitesimal movement, he smashed his lips against mine, taking me by surprise.
Caught off guard by the sudden move, I clasped his shoulder tightly, as he shoved his tongue inside my mouth, making me moan. My stomach quivered at the kiss, bottoming out completely, “You know, that’s your punishment,” He continued with panting breaths, his tongue working it's way to every inch of my mouth, “I haven’t closed this door. So every noise you make…,” He trailed off with a tinge of triumph in his tone, hoisting me up when my legs wrapped around his waist, earnestly moving my head forward to deepen the kiss, “Is heard by the people outside. And I'll make you moan till everybody here knows who you belong to.”
Sweat broke out against my palm at this new information, my legs already quivering with want and desire. He bit down my lower lip, slightly sucking on it, our teeth clashing with eachother. My fingers fumbled with his tie, ripping it off his shirt before hauling it across the room, “Please, aren’t there loudspeakers?” I asked in a helpless tone, breathing rashly against his lips, “I told Cole to turn the volume down,” He smirked against my mouth, his hands travelling to the hem of my jeans, yanking out the tucked in part of the shirt. Oh, fuck. People would literally hear me.
“Cole wouldn’t do that to me,” I said in a hopeful tone, as he put me down, breaking the kiss for a moment to grab the tie that was lying on the floor, “You forget who's the alpha here,” He whispered in my ear, teeth grazing on my ear lobe, gently sucking on it. My hormones palpitated across the bones when he took hold of both my wrists, binding the tie around them, making sure I couldn’t move them. Oh no, shit. He was going to go rough. He tilted his head to the side, taking me in for an aggressive kiss, his tongue invading every spot of my mouth, making me moan. Goosebumps broke across my sweaty skin, but I paid no heed to it, as I intertwined my tongue with his, battling for dominance.
Breaking away after a few moments, I looked at him with bewitched eyes, and was taken aback when I saw affection in his, mixed with loads of desire and lust. His hands grabbed me by the collar, shoving me face first against the door. Instinctively, I turned my face to the side to avoid direct impact, while the left side of it hit the door, after which I let out a hiss of desire. My hands were tied at my back, my face planted on the door. He pressed himself on my body, my hips buckling reflexively against his, feeling his hard shaft forcing itself against his trousers, “Oh, I'll make you scream.”