Claws And Blood: A Mate From Beyond

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Chapter 7

~ARDEN~

I watched her quietly from a distance in the same room, her eyelids twitching in her sleep.

Watching her seemed to somehow have a numbing effect on my mind—especially with how her silky hair crawled to her face each time she turned.

Elana was beautiful. From a place of pure admiration and nothing else, I'd never met anyone as beautiful as her.

Last night, I just knew I had to get every of my senses together.

Right under the moonlight, if I hadn't, God willing, I'd have taken her against the grass.

My body, wolf, soul…every part of me burned with urge for her when she boldly kissed me.

I had to press on the “pause" because if I didn't, a lot would have happened.

Alot one or even both of us would definitely regret this morning.

The urge on my mind defeated every correctional method I tried implying within me.

It felt like my wolf was on wild.

When both of us quietly walked away, she entered into the house but I didn't follow her.

I stayed back, my mind running a million miles away from every thought of her just to be in control.

I walked around the house, trying to provide myself a million and one other reasons why doing whatever was on my mind would be the most terribke choice I'd ever make.

But it was damn hard.

Really damn hard when my head wouldn't stop playing flashbacks of the moment— her soft, pink lips and how my hands effortlessly slid down her curves. Damn me.

I couldn't even sleep in the same bed with her because I wasn't sure I could resist the slightest body contact with her.

I knew I'd stepped a little too hard by kissing her that way last night, but I had no option. I didn't do it because I wanted to.

I kissed Elana because I could hear the bad whispers about her.

Melissa was somewhere around, watching with three other girls and hearing them say all those nasty things about her only triggered something inside of me.

Something that made want to discredit all their claims and make them watch her in glory.

Of a truth, the whole pack hated her and if there was anything I admired her for, it'd be her resilience. Her strength. How her eyes could show and at the same time, mask pain of any sort.

How she'd been strong all these years, despite how much pain her story carried.

God.

When I heard Melissa fabricate a story of how Elana had forced herself on, I couldn't help but let out a heavy laugh in my study.

Sometimes, I really regretted being from the spirit realm because hearing from a distance no physical wolf could, was infuriating.

Because how on earth was I to listen to them yap crap and not be able to do anything? Some gifts were just not necessary in anyway.

Last night, I'd desperately wished for my powers. I desperately wished I could push her heart through her throat right here and make her swear or rather serve Elana till she does.

Yesterday was oddly one of the times I desperately wished my powers hadn't suddenly disappeared.

Elana turned in bed again, this time, a low moan escaped her throat.

God. She'd drooled over the pillow and I didn't know why I found it pleasing to watch her in that state.

Her eyes popped open and until then, I didn't realize how engrossed I was in that moment. I couldn't blame myself either.

How could I avoid such an eye-pleasing sight of her beauty?

“Oh my f*****g God." She cussed, drawing the blanket over her face to hide the little mess she'd made.

I thinned my lips, looking away so she wouldn't see how bad I was trying to escape that cursive urge to burst out in a feral manner of laughter.

"Good morning, mate.” I don't know if I should've said that, but it just somehow found its way out of my lips as I flipped the first page of the book in my hands.

“You didn't see nothing." She said, her morning voice still throaty.

Her hair was messy. She'd drooled over her face. But weirdly, these things only presented her to me as "gorgeous”.

Natural. Effortlessly beautiful.

She made her way to the bathroom and I didn't dare raise my eyes until the door shut behind her.

Was I scared to look into her eyes? That, I wasn't certain but I was damn sure I caught my breath when she wasn't in the room with me.

Many minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom in the same joggers and sweatshirt she had on last night.

“Good morning, Arden." She muttered, but I didn't raise my eyes to hers.

Was there a problem with my wolf?

Because since last night, each time I heard her voice or saw her, something inside of me softened in ways I never imagined could ever happen.

“Good morning, mate—" I answered, looking straight up to her eyes this time.

“I have a name. Elan—"

"Good morning, princess.” I cut her mid-air and the way her eyes strayed elsewhere, I knew I'd call her that everytime just to see her do it again.

She swallowed. Heavily, infact.

I knew because she raised her neck, and a movement happened there.

None of us said a word, we weren't making eye contact either.

She stood there, close to the bathroom…while I sat on the sofa, legs crossed and in my hand was a book I wasn't sure I'd read five lines from.

"Um… You'll have to get dressed this evening, princess.” Good thing I remembered that topic in time, else, we'd have died in the insane awkwardness spreading between us.

"Why?”

"The pack's fundraiser.” I told her, my eyes meeting hers.

"Wait. Am I really the one to remind you?” My shock soon dissolved into a laughter.

She nodded, her face blank. “I'm not going. Why should I be there?" She shrugged nonchalantly.

“We'll be attending as a couple, tonight, princess." I really didn't blame her for not being the type to attend pack events and ceremonies when obviously, she used to be the laughing stock of those bastards.

She breathed heavily, tucking both hands in her pocket.

“I don't feel comfortable around my pack members, only if my godfather will be present." She didn't sound sad at all, she was just… honest. And plain.

“What if I'm there?" I swear, I wasn't jealous. I swear, I wasn't.

I just wanted to remind her I wasn't some f*****g figurehead.

I was her damn mate and saying something like that was quite disrespectful.

I dropped the book in my hand, walking up to her.

“What if I'm there, Elana?" I asked again, but she didn't say a word.

Her eyes remained on mine; not wavering.

I curled my hand around her neck slowly and gently. Then slid down to her collarbone.

She gasped, eyes turning away from mine in resistance I wasn't sure she had right now.

When she broke our kiss last night, I saw how she ran off panting.

This time, I was touching her… awakening her skin cells so she could feel the electricity of whatever that sentence had sparked in me.

I trailed her collarbone with the tip of my finger. Slow. Just slow enough to learn how fast she responded to touch.

And how much her body yearned for it. Damn.

“I'll get you five designer dresses. You'll make a selection." I whispered.

“I don't want to attend it, Arden." Her breath shuddered as she tried to speak.

“Are you serious?"

She nodded, but I wasn't an inch close to taking my damn hands off her.

A part of me had instantly grown to like the feel of her collarbone against my hand.

I glanced down her chest. Her pebbled n*****s were standing errect. And I knew just how to please them—or torment them, rather.

"Tell me you're not going one more time, and see how I can make you, princess.”

She waited, like she was calculating. “I'm not going to—"

I shifted my hand placement a little lower, till I could feel the top part of her full breasts.

“Good." I muttered. “Now are you going or not?"

She was quiet, leaning in closer, breathing against my chest.

“If you do not respond, I'll take it that you want a lot to happen between us right now." I meant that statement, because it was beginning to feel like I was going on loose.

“And I'm not one to get tired, princess."

“I'll attend it." She succumbed, swallowing innocently.

She already agreed to attend the event, but my wolf wasn't letting go.

My hands still hadn't slipped out of her shirt and she was getting closer. Too close that I could feel starting to emanate from within me.

God damn it.

I shifted my hands a little lower. I could feel her n*****s closer to my hand and when I almost grazed it, her breath sharpened again.

This heat wasn't just from my body. I could feel it in my length.

God. Damn. It.

"May I?” I whispered into her ears.

She moaned a " yes”.

I was losing it already.

“Anyone home?" A voice from outside broke us apart.

We broke apart at once like this was all we needed to get our senses back.

My wolf wanted more. More than everything that'd just happened.

But when I thought she'd come back, she answered the door instead and walked back in with Father Greyman..

Fuck. I almost cussed at him.

"Important matter, Arden.” The old man muttered.