Chapter 68: More His Than Ever

TERESA.

Things with Caroline seemed to go well. Instead, I could not explain to myself how I convinced her only with my mind not to attack me. And the problem with Bash that never ended. I missed him, but I won’t let that feeling darken my thinking. He made a huge mistake and now he would have to pay for it.

It was almost evening when I went to the Gallagher’s library for the first time. It was located somewhere in the house’s basement. I didn’t know exactly, but I understood that there weren’t many rooms there, so it was unlikely to find it.

The long hall, dimly lit by a few lamps, had only two doors, one of which was locked. I didn’t have time now to solve this mystery, although I got intrigued by why only one door in the entire house was locked.

The second door, made of solid mahogany wood and, as I expected, was unlocked. I let myself in, admiring the huge shelves. The smell of old books propelled me into a world of fantasy. It was the perfect world, which I desperately needed to get out of my own.

They placed the books on tall shelves, some in alphabetical order, others according to their theme, but perfectly arranged, side by side. I ran my fingers over their old ridges, admiring the literary richness of this room.

Pure history, I thought, pulling a book off the shelf. Witchcraft? Wow, that was really interesting! But I was interested in something about the history of vampires and their immeasurable powers.

I wanted to understand myself somehow; to understand the changes I was going through. And what was more important was to understand the species I came from. Maybe that’s how I would understand Erik better.

Looking around, I noticed that the books of my interest were somewhere on the top shelves. Okay, how would I reach them now? With a ladder, of course.

I glanced everywhere until I saw a ladder attached to the shelves. It was raised to the last one. It was huge, like the library. I dared and pulled it closer to me. It was not only big, but heavy too. To my luck, it slipped lightly on the rails on which it got fixed.

I climbed on it to the second shelf. Then I saw it. Vampires, the Creatures of the Night, the first book that caught my eye. It had no author; I was wondering now who the hell wrote it?

I pulled it out between the other books, but they were so fixed that it was a little stiff. Then I pulled harder, but my foot slipped off the stairs. My first thought was that I would hit myself pretty badly, considering how far up I was.

I expected to make contact with the ground, and I was physically prepared. Instead, two powerful arms caught me at that very moment. His much-known scent completely disarmed me. The eyes of the man who caught me looked at me with unbridled desire.

His heart was beating at the same time as mine, fast, irregular. I could feel his warm breath on my lips and instinctively I opened them in anticipation of his kiss.

He looked at me intensely, digging in my wounded soul, trying to penetrate so deep that I felt him in every pore already crazy after his touch. My body no longer listened to the signals I was sending to move away.

On the contrary, he attracted me like a magnet, and my thoughts flew to the night of our sin together. How the demon in him possessed me completely, marking me forever.

Bash was a man of actions, so for the next second, hungry for me, he covered my mouth, biting my lips lightly, arching his body hard on mine, molding perfectly.

My answer was the same. I clung to him harder, feeling his erection and uncontrolled, greedy desire. His kiss went wild, his hands moving frantically on my back, up to the base of my neck, pulling my hair lightly.

A moan escaped hardened him even more. It was a dangerous game of seduction, of mad desire between us, which neither of us could stop.

And I didn’t even want him to stop. At this point I wasn’t very interested if he made me his here in the library among the bookshelves. And how things developed, we were near to that.

In this delirium, however, in a corner of my mind, reason struggled hard to put an end to this sweet torment. And this time, my reason prevailed. I gathered all my strength and pushed him away without thinking about it too much.

An icy shiver ran through my feverish body as Bash walked a little farther from me. I longed for him, but the magnitude of his mistakes did not allow me to think clearly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked angrily, looking at him in those wonderful eyes that had turned red with lust.

The beast in him had almost come to the surface. My entire body was shouting at him to have me.

“Nothing you didn’t want me to!” his playful answer came and with it a hand of mine made its way to his cheek, leaving a red mark.

“Hear me out! Stop making me dizzy and stop following me!” I roared in the library’s deep silence, hoping that I had made myself clear.

I was boiling with anger, but also with desire, and although I knew what my antidote was, I would allow none of this to happen.

“Am I following you?” he asked, threateningly approaching me, leaving a dangerous distance between us.

Everything in me reacted to him, to his scent, to his movements. I wanted him so much and at the same time I rejected him just to make myself understood and for him to respect my point of view.

I felt this unrestrained craving from the first moment I saw him, when I spilled wine on his shirt in that restaurant. And from then it kept growing in intensity and flourished day by day until it exploded and now, I was his. Only his.

I loved this position of being his, but at the same time, I explored my independence. All these stories that if an Alpha marked you, you were submissive to him.

For me, they were just stories. I was his, okay; I liked this status, but from here to being totally under his control, not only I didn’t accept, but there was no way in hell I was going to live like that! My actions and thoughts were under my sole control. But I called all my reasons back because I needed an answer that matched his audacity.

“What do you call coming here, in the basement, at the exact moment I fell down the stairs?”

“Hmmm, let me think, destiny? You could have hurt yourself!” he added, displaying that seductive smile that drove me crazy every time. “Or if you prefer, I followed your scent, which excites me to the core, and I came to make you mine among these shelves, precisely because I could not resist you” he confirmed it by approaching my ear and continuing to his hoarse sexy as hell voice. “To feel again how you move under me, how I fill you with me more and more until you shout my name and explode with desire! So, which option do you choose, doll face?” I swallowed hard.

Everything he described to me unfolding like a movie in my mind. Traitor! How can you think of this man who has only been using you so much lately?

My heart was pounding to break my chest and suddenly his hand stopped in front of it, pressing, massaging lightly, trying to calm it down.

But his intention was completely different. Under his fiery touch, everything came to life within me. The blouse I was wearing was so thin that the warmth of his palm felt so good on my chest.

My nipple hardened, and I shuddered as he got closer, his fingers playing smoothly with it. My chest raised in deep breaths, making the contact with his hand much more painful. Please God, stop this desire that grew so strong in me! Restrain me from sin!

I felt a sweet tingling all over my body, pushing me even harder towards him. This time I couldn’t stop, and I simply threw myself at him, crushing him from the shelf behind.

Several books fell to the ground, making a slight noise in this deadly silence. As if mad, he tore off my blouse, hungerly admiring my breasts that remained under his demon gaze.

He responded in the same way by pushing me into the shelf behind me, rubbing harder and harder, waking up every particle in me and making me long for him. His next move froze my body.

He lifted my leg, forcing me to look into his demon eyes, wrapping it around his waist and pulling me closer into the hollow formed between us. There was no turning back.

My skirt rolled up, feeling his erection so close to me. My entire body ached. I wanted him so much inside me. He kissed me with the same frenzy, blocking my arms above my head.

He moved away a little so I could see the thirst in his eyes. This completely exposed me to his hungry gaze. Then his mouth went down to my breasts, playing, exploring gently, slowly, then faster, pulling lightly with his teeth.

Then I moaned his name, freeing my hands and losing my fingers into his hair. “Sebastian...” The speed with which he drove me crazy became demonic.

“Again!” he whispered in a low voice as his tongue descended below, scattering the thrills of desire in places where I didn’t even know it existed.

An inner warmth grew in me, and when he looked up at me, I felt his hot fingers pulling my underwear aside. He devoured me with the intensity in his eyes, with the demon he could hardly control.

Today, that demon wanted Sebastian to be the one who had me. In a back-and-forth motion, he had me at the mercy of his pleasures; he brought me to the brink of madness, watching the muscles of his arm flexing, coming in and out of me.

When he felt I was about to explode, he stopped, staring at me again and tasting me straight from his fingers. Then he rushed to my lips. This time, the kiss was like an initiation of what was to come.

Anticipation was killing me. It drained me of will and power. And then I heard the zipper opening. At that moment, I knew that was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him and I had him.

My entire being was screaming after him. I even approached him, touching him lightly, inviting him into me.

He did not wait for another invitation, and calling his name a second time, close to his ear, he filled me, pushing himself into me slowly, then harder and harder, until our breaths sounded heavy in unison; until my heart beat to complete his; until we became a single being.

I was more his than ever!