"Room for a little one?" Elijah asked approaching Colt.
"Ain't got no use for a little one." she snorted in response, then cursed herself internally for flirting with him - even if it was sarcastically done.
"Well you're in luck there Kitten. Shall I show you just how big I am?" he openly asked winking at for good measure.
Colt's face morphed into an expression that was a clearly mortified at what she'd started, even though she did feel a touch of curiosity inside. But she quickly shook away her thoughts, again and rolled her eyes.
"I am not even going to dignify that with a response." she retorted.
"Yeah, you would probably be speechless if you seen me as well" he teased, "Well, not soundless but definately speechless. Unless you count moaning my name. What do you think?"
By this point Colt was almost beetroot in colour with her mouth gaping open at Elijah's crude speech. But even that didn't leave her safe from more of his torturous comments.
"Kitten, I'm going to need you to close your mouth, unless you want me to take it as an invitation to fill it up." Elijah kept going, he meant very little of what he was saying but couldn't help himself seeing how flustered his mate was becoming at his teasing.
"And I'm going to need you to wash your mouth out with soap," Colt replied finally finding her voice through her shock. "I mean do you kiss your mother with mouth?!"
"I'd much rather kiss you with it, but I will let you use your imagination as to where I would like to kiss you." he smirked, taking a calm swig of his beer and throwing in another wink at her.
Suppressing her shiver of what she could only apprehend as anticipation, Colt asked "If I let you sit down will you stop? Please." Hoping this would put an end to this line of conversation.
"I might." he laughed.
"Nope, I am going to need a definitive yes or no here." She said.
"Do you really want me to stop?" He asked making it obvious he was scenting her arousal with a deep breath in. "You smell like you like it and I am curious how long it would take me to make your pussy cat purr." he finished his sentence with a whisper as he had cocooned himself around her now, behind the rock she was sat on.
"ENOUGH!" Colt demanded bolting upright to a standing position.
There was no growl or hiss to her voice but Elijah could tell his last comment went too far as Colt tipped out her beer and stormed towards the cabin with the empty bottle. He wasn't sure how he crossed a line but he was definitely under the impression he put his foot in his mouth somewhere. Following suit he tipped the rest of his and ran after her, finding her inside slamming cupboard doors till she found a bag to put the glass recycling in for later.
"Colt, I..." he froze when she looked at him with a frown and obvious tears welling up in her eyes. "What's happened Kitten? Please tell me what did I do?" he begged, internally cursing himself for upsetting her.
Her nostrils flared with anger, "You can stop calling me Kitten for a start. I am not your damn pet." she all but snarled at him in a rage. "How dare you come here and say that to me. It's known well enough that neither of my inner animals awoke as I grew up. How fucking dare you try and use that as leverage over me to get in my pants." Then she shouted "Get out! Get out of this cabin right now. You can bloody well wait outside till I am calm enough to ride and we head back."
"No." he said stepping forward toward her. "I'm not leaving you upset like this. Look I'm sor..."
But Colt cut him off with a punch to the gut. "Fine the hard way it is." she said bringing his head down onto her knee as she raised it.
She was so quick, Elijah was completely taken by suprise as she all but picked him up and threw him onto the ground outside. He tumbled down the steps of the porch and tasted the blood from his burst lip. He looked up to see her standing in the doorway with a hand on her hip and her breathing ragged.
"Next time when you're asked to get out of a woman's house, do it." she barked, turning around and slamming the door.
He sat there for a moment in shock, then looked at the horses and thought briefly, you two must definitely be used to her temper tantrums to not even bat an eyelid. He stood up, dusting himself off and headed back to the door feeling fully ready to answer what he had taken as a pure challenge to his authority. It had been a long time since he had ended up on his backside in the dirt from a fight and though he was impressed at her skill it didn't change the fact that he was an alpha and this wasn't acceptable.
But she was his mate he thought as he approached the door, and she was upset because of him. He thought about what she had said about her animal or animals being dormant and quickly joined the dots from what he had read on her website. Of course he had hit a nerve, he thought clenching his fists and feeling like a moron. Her family were forced from her pack because of it. She had lived with a huge missing part of herself all her life and he had fucking poked at it like it was nothing. If he could punch himself right now he would. But instead he opened the door quietly and headed in the direction of the muffled sobs coming from inside the cabin.
He quietly walked to where she was with his back to him.
"Just leave me alone." she whispered feeling low and annoyed at herself for losing her temper then crying her eyes out about everything.
"I can't do that Colt." he sighed turning her around and wrapping his arms around her. "You see, you're my mate, and you're hurting, and I'm the asshole who caused it. I'm sorry. I got carried away and ended up with my foot in my mouth. But I wasn't trying to hurt you, or make fun of you." he held her tighter and continued "I would go after anyone who made you feel like this in a heartbeat. No questions asked. It's just as well you kicked my ass for it because I totally deserved it. Though I am curious how you seem to get away with assaulting me with your rules at the resort?"
He felt her slight giggle at his last comment.
"We are technically off property at the minute. This is my parents land not mine." she mumbled into his tear soaked chest.
"For the record, I have been calling you Kitten because of the way you slink around like you own the place, which okay technically you do, but it isn't meant to be patronising." he admitted.
"Oh." was the only reply she gave as she was still buried within his embrace, reveling in the warmth and security his muscular arms brought her. As much as she was loathed to admit it, he felt like home. Once she had calmed completely she realised she had to somehow extricate herself from his arms, even if she didn't really want to. It was for the best, and it wasn't fair to lead him on just because she needed his comfort.
Elijah felt her tense in his arms as she started to pull away. He was desperate to hold on for a moment longer though and he warred with himself at what to do next.
Colt managed to create enough space between their bodies that she could crane her head up to look at him. "You need to let me go Elij.."
But this time he interrupted her, "No." His voice was steady and firm.
"Come on, its time we..." But this time it was his lips crashing onto hers that cut her off. She froze momentarily with his lips on hers before she gave in and kissed back. She gave his tongue the entrance it demanded and matched him stroke for stroke as his fervent need for her took over. His hands moved; one to the small of her back and the other tangled under her braid holding her head in place. He poured everything of himself into that kiss, claiming her without claiming her. Colt had one hand on his neck while the other was still pressed against his chest trapped between them. All rational thought was gone from her head as she got lost in his embrace. Even she could smell her arousal as it bled into the surroundings of the cabin. Elijah moved his mouth still trailing kisses that scorched her from inside as he moved along her jaw and down her neck. Colt was trembling as he nibbled on her neck his stubble scratching at her as he marked her with his scent.
It was when his teeth grazed at her collar bone that she suddenly remembered herself. She hadn't agreed to him marking her. "Stop." she said her voice coming out stronger than she felt.
Elijah was revelling in the feel of her body, and her taste. The scent of her excitement was only encouraging him as he further explored. But that one word stripped him of his lust fuelled haze and he froze, realising his canines were extended and he was literally about to mark her without consent. He knew she had felt them too, but retracted them all the same as he stood straight and allowed her to step out of his grasp. Her eyes were just as clouded with lust as his own. But quietly he watched as she stepped back from him and walked outside leaving him feeling although he had been hollowed out in her absence.