Claws And Blood: A Mate From Beyond

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Chapter 10

~ELANA~

Arden wasn't drunk, but I'd never seen him looking like that.

His eyelids were drowsy, and his face dulled in a way that didn't depict who he actually was.

“Then, what do you do when you're sad, princess?" He asked.

I swallowed because I really didn't have a go-to thing whenever I was sad. I was just used to doing the most random things at the most random moments

“I cry it out, sometimes. Or clean my room." I sniffed.

He smiled pitifully, then nodded.

He'd emptied his bottle and even though he was in his clear senses, he was still tipsy.

“You're quite strong. You handle a Finn Cheng bottle so well." It wasn't meant to be a compliment.

"Do you trust me? That question should have been a simple one in my ears, but it wasn't.

Not only was I not expecting it.

I could feel color draining from my face.

Then I cleared my throat."Um…we'll talk when you're sober."

I made a move to get up, but he pinned my wrist to the floor.

Our eyes met. “Do you… trust me, princess?"

I snatched my gaze from his. “We cannot have this conversation, Arden. You're drunk."

“It doesn't matter if I took alcohol, Elana. I'm perfectly in my senses and you know it."

I bit my lip, then looked straight into his eyes.

"No, I don't.” I answered in truth.

His face went blank. "But… do you want to?” He squinted.

I didn't say a word. I was just there, seated beside him as we exchanged breaths.

Deep down inside of me, I knew the answer.

I didn't want to trust anyone, especially when I couldn't even trust myself.

None of us said another word. But our eyes held each other's, and it felt like a conversation.

His eyes softened, but didn't waver from mine.

How could I look away when his gaze was so intense?

How could I resist the sight of his cobalt blue eyes when my body was already reacting like it had its own mind?

Not when the space between us felt smaller than it should have been.

Not when my heartbeat started to beat faster than what it normally did.

Before I knew it, we were only an inch or two apart. Our bodies were touching already.

His hot breath was against my skin, his nostrils flaring.

“May I?" He asked with the seductive roughness in his tone, his eyes dropping to the ground.

I glanced down and my thighs were exposed. I didn't realize it sooner.

He was glazing over them.

I didn't trust my words, so I nodded.

His fingers trailed my knee above, slowly and precise.

My breath caught the moment his hands touched me.

I leaned backwards, my breath shuddering.

The moment his lips found mine, my eyes shut senselessly.

I found myself engrossed in this moment.

His lips tasted sour-sweet.

He kissed me senseless, and he didn't stop.

His hands dragged up beneath my skirt, while the other crawled up beneath my shirt till he cupped my breasts instead of my bra.

My chest tightened, a breathy moan slipping from my lips.

His eyes were glazing over every part of me.

Heat rose from between my legs and I pressed my thighs together.

I'd never felt this level of electric ecstasy, but I knew I'd kill to feel it again. And again.

His body swallowed every single distance between us and then, he pulled his shirt off and I caught his built, bare chest.

His body shimmered with perfection, my eyes held the view before he took my hand and placed it on his chest without even asking.

Like he knew I'd have shamelessly nodded, had he asked.

God. His abs were rock hard, but when I looked down at his pants, I saw something harder.

His erection was hard and it formed a large print, straining the fabric of his pants.

I shouldn't have. I swear, I should have, but I let my hand draw down to his hard erection.

He lifted me in his arms, then to the sofa.

He leaned towards me, till my back touched was flat against the chair.

He trailed my stomach with the tip of his tongue.

Then down, below my navel… then down, pushing below into my skirt with the tip of his tongue.

I held tight on the pillow above my head. God.

One minute, I still had clothes on…and the next, my skirt was pulled off.

My brain warmed with pleasure, every part of me alive with want, need and desire.

“f**k…” I clenched his hair when his mouth found my p***y.

He licked my c**t. And sucked on it. And fondled it in ways I never thought were possible.

Shame was long gone the moment I nodded, giving him the assurance I wanted every single thing he'd do to me.

And within minutes, my body was shaking from the orgasm.

“We want more." I heard my wolf speak for the very first time when he pulled down his pants.

His c**k was huge. Big. And then he rubbed the slime from my p***y on it, his finger rotated on my spot softly and gently.

Damn.

My eyes watered at its sight and he saw it.

"First time, princess?”

I swallowed,looking away totally soaked and engrossed. I nodded.

His warm hands cupped my face, holding my face up to his.

Inside his eyes, I saw lust and something far more admirable…. Desire.

“Do you want me to go on?” he asked and damn me because I shamelessly nodded.

“It'd hurt, wouldn't it?"

“I'd be gentle." He smothered my hair. “I promise."

And I believed. He drove his length into me at a slow pace.

God. I was slippery when he drove into me.

His face on my n*****s, my hands clawing into his back, he didn't stop.

My eyes watered with pain and pleasure as I clawed into his back.

"Tell me to stop and I will…” He gritted and how could I, when he sounded like that?

His voice alone was doing unspeakable things to my brain.

“Good girl, taking me in perfectly.” He muttered right beside my ear.

Damn it. I loved his c**k. I loved it inside of me.

I loved how he touched my n*****s while he drove hard inside of me.

"Are you close?”

"Faster.” I moaned. His pace increased three times and he still held me steady.

"Close—” he didn't complete it before I hit my high.

My body reacted, shaking intensely and in that minute, he was reacting the same way too.

Being a virgin didn't really determine how one could handle their orgasm because I was still shaking and he held me in his arms.

He handled his high perfectly, but I was damn over the place… dripping with my own wetness.

Minutes later, we had stopped panting and then he lifted me in his arms and took me to the bathroom.

He placed me in the tub gently… like he knew exactly what I needed.

He sat in the large tub with me.

We were both naked, our eyes on each other's.

For the first time in my entire living, I didn't fear what someone would think or do.

I didn't fear that someone would judge me.

I was me… Elana Lancelot.

“Did you hear what the pack has been saying about me?" I'd wanted to ask him that question since the fundraiser night, but each time, I kept holding back.

He was quiet, and a temporary silence stretched between us.

I cleared a little bubbles from the surface to the lukewarm water.

"Did you find who's behind your Mom's death?” He asked unapologetically.

My chest slammed against my ribcage and the water turned cold against my skin.

I'd never told anyone about my investigation. How did he know?

“How… how did you know?”

He smiled, like he was a boss in the game of chess.. "I know way more than you think and trust me, their—”

"Have you been stalking me?”