Chapter 93 Chapter 93
Violet
He carried me to the bed and set me gently on the bed. I immediately curled into myself, trying to contain the need, but it was useless.
Every breath brought his scent of pine and rain and something darkly masculine that made my mouth water.
He reached for a towel as another moan cut me off as my core clenched painfully. "Goddess, it hurts."
"Look at me." he said quietly, sitting beside me but not touching. The distance was agony.
I forced my eyes open, met his dark gaze.
"You are in pain, Violet. Heat cycles can get triggered at odd times and if left unchecked can lead to very dangerous outcomes. I can help you calm down."
My eyes shone with tears, at the way he was offering himself to me. At the irony of how this felt like a sick game fate was playing with me.
I wanted him, the Goddess knew I did, but not like this.
"But then I'm using you."
"Maybe I want to be used." The corner of his mouth quirked up. "Did you consider that?"
"This isn't funny…"
"Do I look like I'm laughing?" He leaned closer, and my wolf practically howled with need.
"You want to know what I think? I think you've spent so long being used by everyone else that you can't imagine someone choosing to give you what you need."
Tears slid down my cheeks. His hand came up, fingers trailing along my jaw before wiping the tears.
The touch was feather-light but it burned. “fuck it all and choose what you actually want."
"I want—" I couldn't say it. Couldn't admit the depth of my need.
"Say it." His thumb brushed over my bottom lip and I gasped. "Tell me what you want."
"You," I whimpered. "I want you, but I shouldn't, I can't.."
"Stop thinking." He stood abruptly, and I whined at the loss of contact.
He started removing his jacket, his movements deliberate and controlled even as I could see the tension in every line of his body. "Stop trying to be noble or self-sacrificing. For once in your life, Violet, take what you need."
"Elijah"
"We're going to do this my way," he said, his voice dropping into that dominant register that made my toes curl.
"You're going to stop fighting. Stop thinking. Remember the way you asked me to ensure you would never find anybody your age? I’d die than get any other male even get a whiff of this delicious scent, consequences be damned. Right now, there's only you and me. Understood?"
I nodded, mesmerized.
"Good girl." The praise sent heat flooding through me. "Now, let's get you out of that wet dress."
His hands were gentle as he helped me sit up, and found the zipper at the back. But when the fabric parted and cool air hit my overheated skin, I couldn't hold back a sob of relief.
"Please," I heard myself beg. "Please, I need…"
"I know what you need." He eased the dress down, his knuckles brushing my spine deliberately. "But you're going to have to ask nicely."
"I am asking"
"No." He stepped back, leaving me in nothing but my soaked undergarments, trembling with need. "You're whimpering and gasping, but you haven't actually asked me for what you want."
My cheeks burned despite the fever consuming me. "You know what I want."
"Say it anyway." He crossed his arms, unmoved by my desperate state.
That arrogant man was enjoying this all too much. I could see it in the dark heat of his eyes, the slight smirk playing at his lips.
Another wave hit and I nearly collapsed. "Elijah, please!"
"Please what?"
"Touch me," I sobbed. "Please touch me, I'm burning up."
"Where?" He took a single step closer. "Where do you want me to touch you, Violet?"
"Anywhere," I gasped. "Everywhere."
He moved then, fast as lightning, crowding me back against the headboard. One hand tangled in my wet hair, tilting my head back, while the other splayed across my lower stomach, so close to where I needed him but not close enough.
"I am scared," I admitted, my voice breaking.
"Of me?"
"Of this." I arched against his hand, desperate for more pressure. "Of needing you this badly. Of not being able to walk away when it's over."
His grip in my hair tightened just enough to send sparks down my spine. "Who says it has to be over?"
Before I could respond, his mouth claimed mine, possessive and demanding, stealing what little breath I had left.
I melted into him, every coherent thought dissolving under the onslaught of sensation.
His hand moved lower, finally providing pressure where I needed it most. Even through the barrier of fabric, the touch made me cry out.
"That's it," he growled against my lips. "Stop holding back. Let me hear how badly you need this."
"Please," I begged, beyond pride now. "Please, Elijah, I need more. I need you inside me. I've needed it for so long and I can't…I can't take it anymore"
"Beg me properly." His fingers stilled, leaving me whimpering. "Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want your cock," I gasped, face burning.
"Please, I need you to fuck me. I need all of you. Your fingers aren't enough, your mouth isn't enough. I need you to fill me, claim me, make this ache stop…"
"Goddess, Violet." His control was fracturing.
I could hear it in his ragged breathing, feel it in the tremor of his hands. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Then die with me," I whispered, echoing words from another moment of desperation.
That broke him.
He removed my remaining clothes with swift efficiency, and then stood towering in front of me as I lay on the bed, trembling with need.
"Look at me," he commanded, catching my chin when I tried to close my eyes. "I want to see you when I make you mine."