94 - Take What You Need - His edition
94 - Take What You Need - His edition
Nick
Greg and William’s return disrupts our revision of my pack’s history. They must have finished the stupid errands that Linda sent them to and both of them enter looking vexed, but I can’t tell if the source of their sour disposition is her unrefined dismissal or each other. Before either of them can act based on their bad mood, the witch becomes agitated.
“She’s awake!” she says.
William and I rush towards the door at the same moment. Linda and Greg both motion him to stop and stay back. He scowls, but it seems like he can’t openly disobey Linda, since she’s the real boss here. I wonder again how much she knows about me and Nel. Witches are weird beings. I know many of them are seers too, so she probably understands way more than she lets on.
Relieved that she’s fine, I totally ditch our earlier conversation and what Linda disclosed about the past. I reach her house in no time and gallop up the stairs, following her unique, irresistible scent. My anticipation to see her is growing with each step. Neal needs to feel her soft body pressed under ours as much as I do and pushes forward. I’m acting like a giddy teenager and I couldn’t care less.
Maybe my push on her door was a bit too harsh, due to my self-control running thin. And the time stops right there and then. My breath hitches in my neck as I’m staring at her, breathless. She’s wearing some baby pink pajamas set with a very short bottom that allows a full view of her beautiful legs. She’s standing in front of her mirror with a slight frown creasing her forehead. Her hair cascades over her shoulders and back like a sea of wavy brown silk. Once again, she looks different. I can’t really put my finger on how, but there’s something unusual about the aura she’s exuding here.
“How are you?” I ask her, leaning on her doorway for support.
My voice is more of a breathy whisper. Her intoxicating scent is everywhere in this room, and it could bring me to my knees at any moment now.
She takes a couple of steps back and avoids my glance, as usual. My heart sinks at her reaction. For some reason, she didn’t expect me to be here. Once again, she’s surprised to see me. I don’t get it. She’s my mate and if half of what my cousin said is right, she’s in grave danger. I’m programmed to care. It’s in my nature to try to protect her. How could I let her disappear without following her?
I didn’t spend months looking for her, just to let her leave with William and erase all traces, while, at the same time, running from some invisible menace. But there she is, still flinching at my presence and startled to see me.
Did she want me gone? Did she, by any chance, prefer that I wouldn’t follow them? One particular question has been haunting my thoughts ever since she vanished, leaving no sign, and it’s out of my lips before I have the time to filter my words.
“You know, it appears we were both wrong all along. Maybe it was never a matter of whether I would accept you in the first place…”
That seems to catch her attention, as her eyes dart up to mine and widen quizzically and she steps back as if I slapped her till she reaches her bed and collapses on it.
“Maybe it was the other way round from the very beginning, Nel. Could YOU accept an Alpha as your mate? Could YOU picture yourself by my side?”
She looks at me in shock, but stays silent. There’s only a little more to add to that. The risk I take in my pack, in my work, in my personal relations with my closest people just by being here is immense. I’ve been absent minded for months, even changed my entire attitude towards my pack members, dismissed my council and ostracized my elders because of their demands regarding her. I’m done avoiding this conversation. It needs to be carried out and I deserve some answers.
“I… I didn’t expect to see you here…” her voice is barely louder than a faint whisper.
“Well, that much is obvious, but it doesn’t answer my question… And guess what… I am here, Nel. And I’m here for you. But I must know it’s what you wish for, too. For once, show me what you want, for Goddess’ sake…”
I huff, annoyed. My anger is getting out of control and her uncertainty fuels it even further, feeding the monster in me.
“For one last time… If you demand to be considered so bold, claim what you need. Just this once, take what you want from me…”
Desperate much? Is it really me?
I don’t see it coming when she finally gets up from her bed. Before I have the time to figure out what she’s up to, she’s in front of me and falls to her knees with her fingers working on the top buttons of my jeans. How did things escalate so fast? My hands move to cut her off in shock, but she grabs them and places them on her head, while still undoing my jeans.
I never expected to have to do this, but I put them back on her hands and use some extra strength to stop what she’s doing. Who’d have thought that?
“Nel, believe me, there are very few things that I’d like more than to have you willingly on your knees in front of me, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m pushing you to it and I can’t accept it,” I say while lifting her up on her feet again. It’s a painful decision, but I recognize it has to be this way.
Her eyes get stuck on the floor again. Oh Goddess, this has to be her worst habit. Whenever she disagrees, she just avoids all contact. This time, though, seems sort of different. She’s fidgeting and nervous.
Could it possibly be that my spitfire is shy all of a sudden?
“What is it, Nel?” I ask her and she groans.
“Words, my spitfire… I am growing tired of speaking alone.”
Is she blushing? Well, that’s new…
“I… No, nothing… Forget it…” she mumbles.
The pinkish hue on her cheeks stirs something inside me. I get the feeling that the situation is turning and I ought to take control of it, so I grab her chin with my fingers and force her to look at me. There’s a curious sparkle in these expressive brown eyes, but her whole stance screams embarrassment.
“You what, my spitfire?” I insist, not letting her avoid my gaze any more.
“I… want to try your way… There it is… I said it!”
I could have pictured a million things potentially going on in that pretty head of hers, but this was not one of them. My brow quirks at its own will.
“You want to try my way in what, Nel?”
No, I won’t go easy on her. I’ve done a lot of talking today. She will at least have to express her desire. After all, accepting the need is the first step to allowing me to take the lead. She shifts her weight from one leg to the other, visibly uncomfortable.
“I need you to dominate me… Erase all my doubts, make me yours in your way… Force me to submit to you…”
It doesn’t take me over two seconds after that to close in the small remaining distance between us and claim her lips. My jeans seem painfully restricting. I highly doubt that she has any idea what she just did to me. Her wish is my command… I’ve been fantasizing about it for months and even though we’re not in my territory and I don’t have any ‘tools’ with me, I am a resourceful man; I will make it an occasion for her to remember.
“I won’t stick to the introduction part. We’ll discuss this later if you choose to follow me down this road. For today, I’ll just need you to come up with a safe word and indeed use it if you feel overwhelmed at any point. I’ve been too harsh on you before and this time I want to actually make sure I don’t overstep your boundaries.”
“Freedom,” she says without hesitation. Had she already thought about it beforehand?
“OK… One more thing...” I say, pulling her hands up to remove her pink pajama top. “I will use no bondage today. I could easily come up with something, but you have to prove to me your need for submission.”
This seems to arouse her, because her sweet smell comes off in waves from her and she presses her thighs together on impulse. I click my tongue and place one hand between her legs to separate them and, with the other resting on her neck, I push her backwards in the direction where she just approached me from. She’s looking at me with big dove eyes and follows my lead with no resistance.
“You are not to try and relieve your tension on your own, my rogue! I’ll let this one pass, but if you do it again, I will have to punish you.” I say to her.
Her feet have just touched the bed and with a slight nudge, I indicate to her to climb on it. When she’s lying down, I hover over her and grab her hands with one of my own and lead them to the bedrest.
“Your hands stay here. Move them and I won’t allow you to cum.”
She’s about to protest, but one harsh look tells her it’s not a clever idea and she stops herself. I withdraw myself and stand up slowly.
“Now, you’ll be a good girl and open your legs wide.” I command her.
Her eyes widen, but she does as I instructed her and I take a deep breath, admiring the view of her flushed form on her bed, open to me, anticipating my next order. Suddenly, I get an idea and I grin with satisfaction.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t move at all,” I tell her and she nods. She may have a hundred faces, but this is a brand new one that I’ll get to set up as I wish. “I need your words. Don’t make me repeat myself, my rogue.”
“Yes…” she pauses and searches in my face how she should address me. I guess she remembers the outcome of not doing so from the time I caught her sneaking in the drawers of my home office during her stay at the penthouse.
“… master” she adds.
It had seemed pretty exhilarating back then, but now it doesn’t sound right.
“I’m not your master, Nel. I’m your mate and I only plan to dominate you in moments like this. It’s more appropriate that you address me as Alpha during our little play sessions.” I say, knowing perfectly well that I once punished her for using this term, but before she has enough time to object and ruin all the mood, I’m already out the door, heading to her kitchen to look for whatever small everyday items I can use on her…
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