A difficult path
989 Words
Chapter Three
A difficult path.
Elena
"Why are you here? Are you trying to get yourself killed?". I asked, shifting uncomfortably and feeling heat about to rise to my cheeks.
"What do you mean by get myself killed?".
"Werewolves have a history with warlocks. If any other wolf finds you, your life will be at risk." I whispered, my voice trembling. He instantly stumbled back, a train of sensations darting in his eyes—surprise, fear, confusion, and then realization.
"Wait. How the hell did you even... No, that's not even possible. I had carefully masked my scent, and only a warlock can break through that mask, which obviously you're not.".
"Is just one of my special abilities. I can break through masks".
"You should return back to the royal pack house." He suddenly groaned, and I shook my head in disapproval.
"No. I can't go back...."
I trailed off once his lips suddenly crashed against mine.
The effect was immediate—my heart rate shot up, along with my body temperature, and his mouth tasted just as I had imagined. They were delicious and not fluffy, not chapped at all, which I found very pleasing. Suddenly I wanted to taste him more. I parted my lips gently and slowly tugged on his bottom lip, urging him to suck on it; he gladly complied, opening his lips and granting me more access to taste him. My heart fluttered at the sweet taste of mint on his lips, and heat stirred in between my legs. I leaned further into his body; he wrapped a hand securely around my waist, and the other went into my messy black hair, and my hands slid to the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. In this moment, nothing else mattered to me, not even my rejection or running away; it was just me and this breathtaking stranger I was kissing.
He pulled his mouth away from mine, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. Before I could even complain, his mouth moved to my neck. I felt every swipe and lick his tongue made; the feeling was utterly incredible. He grabbed ahold of my messy hair to keep my head just above his as he continued to kiss my neck. His fangs grazed my neck, the place where my shoulder and neck meet. I moaned in pleasure, and the feeling ignited sparks of sensations of warmth through my body, beginning from the place where he gently sucked, down to my arms, to my knees, and to my legs. My feet grew wobbly, and my knees weakened. I would have been embarrassed if I weren't so intoxicated by this breathtaking stranger that's kissing me senseless. I have never kissed anyone like this. Hell, I have never even kissed before.
"Please... stop." I don't recognize my voice. It's inaudible and husky, and my mouth is incredibly dry. He doesn't stop. "Please stop." I say again. My voice clearer, he quickly pulled away, and I stared straight into his eyes, not even daring to breathe. His eyes were much darker yet softer, and his lips were a deeper pink and swollen from kissing me.
"This isn't right; you're a warlock, and I am a werewolf." I murmured, and surprisingly, the words didn't even sound right on my lips. I badly wanted him to continue kissing me. Hell, I wanted him to even f**k me here and now. I didn't mind. Everything felt so damn good and right yet so damn wrong.
"You should go back to the palace." He murmured, and I shook my head bluntly. So we were back to this again.
He scooted closer to me as both his hands cupped my cheeks. His eyes twinkling with desire and maybe love. Love? I wasn't sure. "Look, you can't come with me right now; go back to the palace. I promise I will come back for you and repay all who wronged you just as I did with the guards". He sputtered, pointing at the dead bodies of the guards. A smile curled the corners of my lips as I trailed my fingers along his beautiful face, just to confirm none of this was a dream and the man before me was real.
"You're yet to tell me your name," I managed to utter, as my cheeks grew fifty shades of tomato.
"I'm Asher," he mumbled as he fiddled with the buttons of his grey shirt that clung to him like a second body.
"W.... Why are you undressing?" I stuttered, but he doesn't reply. Instead he scooted me closer and tucked my arms inside his shirt. I almost forgot my shirt was ripped off. He began fastening the shirt buttons as I breathed in his cologne. He smelled so good, a melodic blend of chocolate and caramel.
He rose quickly to his feet, and my eyes trailed along the outline of his black-inked tattoo that covered most parts of his muscular chest down to his tiny waist. I swallowed a bile as heat raised to my cheeks. Before I could inquire more about Asher, he was gone, as suddenly as he had appeared, leaving me breathless.
Feeling conflicted on what my next move is I lay flat on my back, starring at the sky. I could easily turn and run back to the palace, even though I didn't know what cruel fate awaited me, because Asher had promised to come back for me and save me out of this torturous hell, but at the same time I could keep running and finally be free—finally be able to discover myself, release my wolf without fear of killing anyone, and even better, learn how to control my beast. My head was telling me one thing, while my heart was telling me another. At last I come to the conclusion that I will follow the right
voice and do what the reasonable thing was.
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