Chapter 50: Fifty.

"Elijah, where exactly is it, we are going?" Colt asked, as Elijah entered the SUV, and began to drive them somewhere unknown to her.

"It's a suprise." He laughed, enjoying seeing her happily frustrated.

Colt, slumped back into the leather seat with a frown. "But, what about my cupcakes, Mr. Lupus..." she teased, as they left town. "You know, just how I need my sugar hit." She joked in a southern accent with a wink for good measure.

Nodding along with knowing smile, Elijah said, "Check out the back seat, Beautiful."

Colt twisted in the seat to look in the back, her face lighting up with joy as she did so. Across the entire back seat were three pristine sealed boxes, labelled Lawrence's, each filled with a dozen salted caramel cupcakes. Contorting her upper body, Colt reached in and grabbed the first box, pulling it through to her lap with an excited squeal.

"Hello, my beauties." She cooed at the box.

Elijah laughed at her excitement. "Do you know, I was worried I had ordered too many" He teased her. "Should we take some back?"

"You shut your mouth right now, Elijah Lupus." Colt barked at him, in mock horror. "How dare you, tell my babies they aren't wanted."

Elijah raised an eyebrow at Colt's odd behaviour, without saying a word.

"Don't you listen to him, Mama's here, and I love you all so much. Yes, I'll keep you safe from the mean grumpy man. Yes, yes I will." She said, laughing at Elijah's weirded out face. "Jeeze, lighten up, Balto. You are way too easy to freak out. Baby talking to foods a no for you, huh?" She teased, pestering him further by tickling him behind the ear.

"Little Bird, will you stop that! I'm driving" He grunted. "And yes, baby talk full stop, is just a bit creepy to me." He admitted.

Colt laughed, "Noted, Elijah. So, I guess you won't want to share one of my ittle, wittle beautiful, smooshy cakes then?" She asked with a mischievous grin, and a raised eyebrow.

"Keep it up, and I will eat them all, off of your naked body. After, I've spanked that type of talk right out of you first, Colt." Elijah said, his voice thick with promise as he changed the subject.

Colt smirked, "Promises, promises, Elijah." she winked, causing him to gulp loudly at the new fantasy playing through his head.

Elijah didn't respond, he was too worried to, as he felt his jeans were already becoming tight, and he didn't want the situation escalating, when he wouldn't be able to relieve the issue. So, Colt went ahead to get a cake, - laughing internally at him as she did - opening the box she enjoyed drinking in the rich sweet aroma that quickly overtook the inside of the vehicle, moaning in delight as she took her first bite, and the soft sweet, buttery icing began melting on her tongue.

"Damn it. Don't do that." Elijah begged, suddenly.

But Colt ignored him, feigning innocence, and took another bite, deliberately moaning even louder as Elijah watched her from the side of his eye with a pained grimace.

"Are you trying to kill us?" He ground out between gritted teeth.

Finishing the cake, Colt replaced the box onto the back seat, and triumphantly licked and sucked the remaining icing off of her fingers, in a deliberate and as slow a way as possible. Watching in triumph as Elijah's knuckles went whiter as he gripped harder onto the steering wheel.

"What on earth do you mean, Elijah? " She all but purred at him.

"You know damn well what I mean Colt!" Elijah snapped, frustrated at her.

Before she could respond, Colt spotted a pack of wet wipes in the pocket of driver's door, and beamed with excitement. Quickly she undid her seatbelt, and practically climbed over onto Elijah's lap. Her breasts were pressed against his crotch as she reached into the door pocket, taking far longer than necessary to reach the wipes.

"Fuck!" Elijah groaned, throwing his head back against the head rest and struggling to drive in a straight line, as his senses went haywire, and his lust threatened to literally rip out of his clothes.

"I'm sorry, Hansome." Colt said, as she pressed harder against him, "But, it isn't my fault that it feels so good in my mouth." She said, feeling Elijah's hips involuntarily buck against her, before she finally returned to her seat. "Got them." She said, and replacing her belt, she took out a wipe to wash of the rest of her sticky hands.

Elijah, sat there at a complete loss at what to do as he drove along, with his mate smiling wickedly at him.

"Next time you try to tease me, Elijah, I suggest you come up with something more original." She smiled at him. "Oh, and be prepared to be teased back."

"I don't even know, what I'm supposed to do now, Colt." Elijah sighed, as he sat staring at the road ahead. "A part of thinks I should just pull over and fuck you six ways to Sunday, on top of the damn cakes. Another part of me says, if I try you will kill me."

"I would suggest you drive Elijah, since I'm not sure where we are headed." Colt laughed. "And I promise, so long as you behave with your silly spanking comments, then I'll behave well." She added with a wink, before yawning. "Oh and yes, hurt my babies and I will hurt you." she smiled sleepily.

Her bad nights sleep was catching up with her.

"Little Bird, you can close your eyes for a while if you want. We will be driving for a while." Elijah offered, opting for a change of subject instead.

"How long exactly?" She asked, curious as to whether Elijah would even reveal this much information.

"At least another three hours, depending on the traffic." He shrugged.

"Three hours?" Colt asked, worried. "But, that's another three hours back then."

"Trust me, Colt. I got this." Was all Elijah offered. "Get some sleep, I even put a blanket behind your seat for you." He boasted smugly.

"Really?" she asked, while stifling her yawn. Sliding her hand behind herself to retrieve the blanket. "Thank you, Elijah." Was all she uttered out, before her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.

Elijah couldn't help but smile each time he periodically glanced over at Colt's sleeping figure. She was so fierce at times it could be deafening, even if she wasn't saying much at the time. Then at other times like now, she was so peaceful, and it became hard to sense any of her wolf genetics whatsoever, because, like in this instance, she was as curled up as one could get within the confines of a car. Every inch screamed feline, down to her having arranged the blanket just so, making sure no drafts would disturb her. She was so cute at times, it made his heart hurt with the need to have physical contact, and even now, on the drive he had caressed her cheek, or moved her hair dozens of times as she slept. He felt like such a fool for her at times. His beautiful, perfect mate.