CHAPTER 7
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7. Ethan ||
I was on fire, every nerve in my body was screaming with need. I could barely remember who I was. To think a simple word—mate could make me desire something so bad. It was hard to not to feel her close to me, her soft breathing sound, the scent of her body fresh from the bathroom.
I tried to think of stupid things, like how the weather would be tomorrow, what I would eat for breakfast or even probably—how I would chew out Nathan when I saw him but it was nothing in the face of my desires. I was like a canoe, riding along the surging waves in the open sea.
I was weak to it—I was losing.
Just when I thought the night couldn't get worse, I felt her presence behind me.
"Ethan?" She called out in a soft voice.
I turned back at her, trying to ignore the mating call within me. I clenched my jaws and flexed my knuckles, a futile attempt to maintain the dying embers of self control.
"Rachael?" My voice was stressed. I could make out her face in the dim light. She was super close to me, too close for her safety.
Rachael trembled and tugged at my sleeve. "Ethan, I need you close to me." Her soft voice cut through the chaos and suddenly, I was blank.
There was nothing in my head, a new directive had appeared in my mind. She was the one, I wanted her, I needed her!
A jolt ran through me and I invited myself in for the kiss, I gently took hold of her shadow and kissed her lips. The world around us dissolved, like we were the only ones that existed since the beginning of time.
I wouldn't have cared if anyone was watching us, my body felt oddly at peace even at the threat of a raging fire within me.
She pulled at my shirt, wanting more of it. It wasn't gentle or soft, it was more raw and desperate as if—we were trying to fill the void within us.
Her soft lips betrayed her actions, she was fierce as a lioness. She threatened to devour me with her lips and I replied with equal fervour. Our breaths came in hot gasps, surprised and excited at what we were doing. We seemed like long lost lovers, reunited only after the great war.
Rachael wrapped her legs around, as if trying to invite me and I couldn't take it anymore. My member had never been that hard before, it was twice the size I knew it. It seemed like an alien extension of my body.
I pushed her to the bed and kneeled over her, staring down at her body with desire. I had just undone the zip on my trousers and looked down at her, but I was suddenly brought back to my senses.
She trembled like a reed in a fierce storm. Her eyes were squeezed shut as if she didn't want to see me. I felt like a monster before her.
What was I doing?
I slowly stepped away from her and placed my hands on my waist. I was about to make love to her, when she wasn't ready. A heart wrenching sense of guilt possessed me.
She barely knew me, had only known me for not more than forty eight hours and I was about to make love to her. Her uncle—the only one that took care of her had just died, and here I was trying to—
"I'm so sorry Rachael," I apologized and zipped up. My erection dropped faster than stock prices. "That was—very insensitive." I kept my head down.
She slowly opened her eyes and covered her body with the blanket. She barely breathed a word and avoided my gaze.
She was near tears, I could see it.
"I will just—" I pointed at the chair. "I will—I remembered I had some work, I will just finish it." I stuttered.
Rachael's silence was deafening. She went back to bed and put the cover over her face.
I sat and stared back at the chair. My desires were back, but it wasn't like before. I could control it this time, just at the price of a burgeoning erection.
I had never wished for daylight to come quicker that day. I slipped out of my room at the crack of dawn and placed three guards to watch the room in my absense.
My guilt wouldn't allow me to face her. If Jonathan Myers appeared to me, I would wish the ground swallowed me.
I went to the gym to sweat it out and I was surprised to see the high guards at the entrance. The high guards were the personal escorts of the Alpha. If they were here, it meant that the Alpha—my father was inside.
The guards nodded as I walked in. My father was working the treadmill in a black tank top and sweatpants.
At over sixty years, his muscular build would make any natural body builder questions thwir work out routine. Six-foot-three frame of pure muscles and graying hair, he was still going strong.
"How long will you watch me?" Father called out. "You better run the mill if you want to catch up," he taunted me. He always did that in the gym.
I was already used to it now. "You wish," I replied. I stared at the curling bars, the letter capital letter R of the brand on the bar reminded me of Rachael. I stared at it longingly, reminding myself of the bad thing I had just done.
"Hey, you seem out of it." My father had stopped the machine and was staring at me.
"It's nothing." I shook my head and sat on the bench wearing my gloves.
"You look like you want to tell me you just impregnated one of the maids."
"It's nothing like that!" I retorted.
Father sat opposite me and removed his running shoes. He kept a watchful eye and a serious expression revealed on his face.
"Anyways, you better sort everything wrong with you before tomorrow, you know what happens to tomorrow right?"
"Yes."
"You are meeting with the Riverdale pack representatives—The Alpha and his daughter," he spoke. My eyes slowly turned to him. "You had better not show weakness."
I wore the straps on my gloves tightly. And watched him.
"Your mate, Naomi Rutherford will be there."
"I know, father," I replied. A fire lit up within me.
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