Chapter 35: Thirty-five.

On the one hand, Elijah thanked his lucky stars he was a wolf with a fur coat to keep the cold at bay. On the other hand he was annoyed at having slept the rest of the night away at the foot of Colt's front door like a love sick puppy, and to boot he was now feeling incredibly stiff from doing so. The only thing keeping his temper in check at the injury to his pride, was his worry for Colt. She didn't come back home at all, and now he was silently praying to whomever would listen that she had made it somewhere warm. He stood on all fours stretching his body and shaking out his frost damp coat, before stiffly stepping off the porch and trotting back to the cabin to gather reinforcements to find his mate. Again.

Trying to remain positive, he was hoping if he called her, once reunited with his cell she would answer, if only to gloat. But, on the off chance she didn't, he would have to take the bear up on his offer from the previous night, of a search party to find her after all. Then he was thinking of making her wear some kind of tracker, because she was definitely too good at disappearing on him. Although, even he knew that was a fight he would lose.

When he arrived back at the cabin fifteen minutes later he seen the lights were on in the kitchen, making him realise it was later in the morning than he first thought. He was distracted from his hope of a hot coffee however, by the faint odour of Colt's scent on the ground as he passed the SUV. It gave him pause, she was definitely here last night at some point. Leading him to have more questions about what happened, did something happen to her? Had she come here for his help and he missed her possibly, because gave up searching in favour of waiting her out? He quickly shifted to his human form and all but ran to the front door, dismissing the fact that his mate always seemed to leave him feeling utterly clueless.

When Elijah entered the cabin his senses were assaulted by the most amazing aromas, all coming from the kitchen. He could smell coffee, pastries, bacon, sausages, eggs, toast, apple juice and most importantly he could smell Colt. But not just smell her, he could hear her, and she was laughing her head off with his friends by the sounds of it.

Barging in, he found them all at the little breakfast bar in the kitchen in front of a large buffet of food, the sight of which made his stomach growl loudly. His eyes immediately scanned over Colt to make sure she was alright. She was sat on one of the high backed stools with her wavy hair draped over her shoulders, in what looked to be a button down shirt of his, as well as his loose boxers. From the way she was sitting with one leg hanging down and the other foot up on the chair, caused so much of her thigh to be exposed he had to gulp, his throat immediately drying up and preventing him from commenting. Thus, before he managed to ask what was going on, Colt faced him and smiled.

"Look what the cat dragged in." she laughed playfully. "You took your time Elijah. Sleep well? Was my door mat sufficient pillow, or did the smell of urine pit you off to much? You see I've been having this terrible problem with the wildlife."

The three, sat at the bar burst out laughing as Elijah rubbed the side of his now very red head in shock and embarrassment, utterly confused by everything.

"But, how?" was all he managed to say, looking sheepishly around, the shock still written on his face.

"I ordered the boys room service. On me of course, for being such delightful hosts and fabulous company last night. It's a shame you couldn't join us." she smiled, acting deliberately naive to Elijah's real question, and standing to brush a soft kiss on his cheek. "Though I do suggest you put some clothes on before sitting down to join us. We wouldn't want to have to steam the upholstery now would we?" she added, ushering him towards the stairs to get dressed, then eliciting a low growl from him when she slapped his backside in a seamless motion. "Now now, dont make roll up the newspaper darling." she joked, playing her mock interpretation of the perfect housewife.

Elijah heard them all laugh as he trudged upstairs to grab some clothes, muttering about disrespect under his breath. But when he entered his room, he was assaulted by the smell of his mate. She was everywhere, and he became very hard very quickly when he realised, she hadn't just been sleeping in his bed. He felt like he couldn't breathe for fear of losing all his self control, but all the same the desire to jump into the bed and inhale the smell so so deeply that he'd be able to taste it, was making his feet try to force a trail to the bed almost against his will. Before he climbed in and started rolling around in it though, he grabbed his sweatpants and a shirt, from the wardrobe instead and as quickly as he could, he went to the ensuite to splash his face with cold water in an attempt to cool off, but her scent was in their too, and this time not just her scent, but her underwear. His mind started turning faster now, because this meant, she was downstairs with his men, in nothing but his shirt and boxers, he shivered realising that she was wearing his clothes, only his clothes and smiled, because they were not particularly robust items of clothing for her, due to their size difference. Splashing more cold water on his head to calm down and regain his composure, he quickly dressed and headed back down the stairs.

Somewhat over the shock of everything now, he joined them all downstairs again, feeling more prepared to deal with the situation at hand. But as he entered the kitchen and spotted Colt's long exposed legs and her breasts moving freely under his shirt as she laughed along with Zachary and Marcus, he felt his control slipping.

"Out, Now." he growled at them.

"And that's our cue." said Marcus, standing. "Thanks for breakfast."

"Oh yes." said Zachary, as they both stood to leave. Adding "Remember our deal Luna." as he left.

Causing more laughter to fall from Colt's lips as she waved goodbye. "I will." she called after their retreating figures. "They are such fun boys aren't they?" she said innocently to Elijah with a twinkle in her eye, popping another piece of croissant into her mouth.

Elijah however, had anything but innocence on his mind as he approached Colt in an almost menacing manner.

"I believe you are now caught, Little Bird." he said in such a low voice that Colt couldn't help but feel a shockwave of pleasure ripple through her, at his implications.

"No. Sweetie, I believe I stopped running hours ago and you gave up and came home." she corrected him. "Now, what would you like to eat? It was such a cold night, I'm guessing you want something hot to heat you up again?" she asked, again feigning innocence. "I can russle you up a plate of anything here really." she offered.

"Tell me, how are your ribs now?" he asked suddenly.

"Oh them? All healed I believe." She said lifting the shirt to reveal her immaculate stomach and just enough of the underside of her breasts, to make Elijah's mouthnwater. "Granted I do take longer than most shofters to heal, but nothing ridiculous. Forty eight hours normally covers most wounds." she rambled nervously. "Now what would you like to eat Elijah?"

"Thats very good to know, and yes, I am hungry, but not for the food." he replied stalking closer to her, with clear intent. "Did you enjoy lacing my bedroom with your sweet scent? Your very particular sweet scent? One that only appears when you perform a certain act, Little Bird?" he grabbed her by the waist, as she yelped in suprise and pulled her flush against his body, growling as he smelled that very particular scent on her again. "Did you imagine it was me?" he asked, directly into her ear, nibbling on the lobe as he awaited her response.

Colt felt her knees tremble slightly at his words, her libido springing into action now she was caged within the walls of his arms. She knew it was a mean trick to play, and she was aware there would be repercussions, but last night his scent was encapsulating her and she couldn't resist the urges it was providing her with.

"Well?" he asked, lazily drawing circles on her stomach through the buttons he was opening one after another, enjoying how she was leaning on him more and more for support as her legs weakened beneath her, and she shivered with anticipation.

"You're the one, who left me hanging Sweetie, what was a girl meant to do?" she asked, with a slight tremble to her voice.

"Oh no, you aren't answering my question with one of your own, Beautiful. Did. You. Think. Of. Me?" he demanded again, biting harder on her ear as she whimpered in his arms for a change. He could barely contain himself, he was desperate to explore every single inch of her.

"Yes." she managed to groaned out. Lost in the sensations of having contact with his skin, and all the promise his voice seemed to hint at.

"Then I think," he said, turning her to face him, "It's time to see how the real thing compares."

With that Elijah lifted Colt up, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her upstairs as their lips crashed and fought against one another in desperation.