Chapter 10 Chapter Ten
How can you avoid temptation, when your body and soul longs for it? A fool’s errand~ Xavier Vancei.
Xavier
She pulls away after some minutes, cheeks red and chest heaving. I try to reach out for her, but she runs out of the library. I cuss beneath my breath, and glance briefly at my boner, heart racing and body taut. I run my hand through my hair, trying to gather my bearings. It is a futile attempt. Fuck. I want her, right this instant. My body presses against the bookshelf behind me, and I can still feel her soft warm body as it moves against mine, responding passionately to my kiss, and moaning into my mouth. For a very brief moment, I contemplated going after her, and dragging her back here.
Or better still, pressing her against her room’s walls and fucking her brains out. The image of Xander kissing her, and her—the girl who won’t get out of my brain and mind—responding to his kiss, is still etched on my mind. And it raises its head at random moments, bringing a black burning feeling of rage and jealousy. And possessiveness. A smug smile crosses my lips at the thought that she actually kissed me back. She’s feisty. If she doesn’t want it, there’s no way I can force her.
But she kissed me back. And she enjoyed it. I know she did. The flush and rosiness on her cheeks as she ran out, isn’t something that can be faked. Heat, pulsating and raging unfurls through my body and I palm my forehead. I didn’t mean to kiss her, goddess bear me witness, I didn’t. But when her scent teased my senses, spurring my inner wolf into action, and spiking my veins with the urge to kiss her until we are both breathless, I wasn’t able to resist. I cuss again, going to sit on a nearby chair. I was reading when she stumbled in. What meant to be a quick mockery session graduated into that kiss, and now this damned boner.
“I want her,” my wolf growls into my mind. I grab the book on the table, and flip through the pages . It is a useless effort. I can’t focus on the damned book. After my third trial to concentrate, I spring to my feet and head to my room. Lillyan’s room is upstairs, and the lights in her room are turned on. For a heartbeat of a second, I allow the thought of going to her room tease my mind. I’m already heading upstairs, and stop on the fourth staircase.
‘No need.’
A nearby howl echoes in the still night as I go into my room. It’s past three am, almost four. Someone is having a run in the forest. I lean against my door for a fraction of a minute, getting my bearings together before going to my bathroom. I turn on the shower, and step under the cold raining pellets, clothes and all. In my mind’s eye, I see her. She’s wearing the same dress she wore the first day I saw her. Her lips are pursed in that thin line that makes me want to kiss her senseless, to tear off her clothes and fuck her. My urge is too strong for soft lovemaking, it is too strong for gentle kisses and reading foreplay. I want to mark her, leaving every trace of me on her skin, leaving her on her knees, that beautiful eyes of hers connecting with mine as I fuck her sweet mouth. I want her to beg for it, to beg for me, to want me as much as I want her. I want to punish her for rejecting us as her mates. My attention is drawn to my erection which is raging hard against my jeans. I take it out and cup a fist around it, firm and gentle.
She’s still in my mind’s eye. She’s naked now, lying on my grey sheets, legs spread the way I love it, fingers playing with herself. I groan, my pumps becoming faster. My cock is rubbed with the precum drips from the tip, aiding my jerk-off. Her eyes meet mine, my ultimate undoing.
“Come, fuck me,” she invites, biting her lower lip.
“Fuck, Lillyan,” I groan.
I add pressure on my grip, eyes closing in pleasure. I’m close. My lips part in a silent grunt, moments before I spurt jets of semen, heart in a wild high. I let my hand fall, the water from the shower raining down on me. I just did what I don’t normally do. In fact, I’m affected in ways I’ve not been before. It’s easier to attribute it to the mating bond, but deep down, I know it’s not just that. There’s something more, something complicated about Lillyan.
I wash myself and return to the bedroom. My nose picks up her scent just as I’m about to lay down and I go still.
“I want her,” my wolf insists again, his claim stronger this time. I swallow hard, and do otherwise—plop down on the bed. If she won’t accept me as mate, then it’s best to stay away from her.
“She rejected us,” I growl. “She rejected us in front of everyone.” I am getting angry now. I wonder why my wolf isn’t angry with her. He’s usually arrogant and wants to bite at anyone who dares to defy him. Now, it’s a diffe matter. Now, he’s fidgeting up and down, causing my need and his to mingle.
“Be still,” I order. He obeys at first, then he’s back to demanding to see her. This time, it’s worse. I bend double, feeling an urge to shift. It doesn’t help.
“Take us to her.” He says.
“I said, be fucking still!!!” I command. It’s easy to command everyone else—my brothers excluded. But my wolf is a different matter. How can you command yourself?
“i said–”
“You’ll speak no more of her,” I say authoritatively. “This conversation is over.”