BOUND TO MY MATE

GETTING CLOSE

Have you ever heard of Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response? If you haven't, let me tell you, it's a tingling sensation generally in your head and neck caused by repetitive movements or sounds. Most people who have ever experienced this say that the feeling is pleasurable, almost like your brain is having an orgasm.

The moment this person's hand crossed my mouth, the feeling coursed through my brain was staggering. It was so delightful that my eyes instantly closed, my body went limp, and I felt a current of electricity traveling across every inch of my soul. I can't believe people can go their whole lives and never feel something as pure as this.

When the air in my lungs left my body, a shiver accompanied it, and I had to focus every neuron in my horny brain to function correctly. I needed them to transmit the correct information to every nerve, muscle, and gland cell in my retarded body. For Christ's sake, some crazy-ass psycho has broken into my home and is literally assaulting me.

I start to feel an ache in the back of my head when I open my eyes, and my brain starts to relinquish the feeling of ecstasy, then the reality of my situation comes into view. I was staring straight at Elijah's angry face and terrified right now. His hands are so vast and hot that I can feel a light bead of sweat on my forehead. My ass is finding it very hard to breathe with his hand covering my nose and mouth with a great deal of pressure.

I try saying something, but his grip hardens when I start moving; this motherfucker might be trying to suffocate me. His mouth inches closer to me, "You were gone for four hours, thirty-three minutes, and seventeen seconds. Do you have any f*****g idea how your departure has tortured me? The wolf inside of me has been on edge, and the only thing that will calm him is you." He increases the pressure from his hand, "Why the f**k would you do that to me?"

My eyes narrow, and I try bringing my knee up to hit his groin, but his reflexes are weirdly fast, and he counters my move by dodging me, then pressing his body full force into mine, knocking the little bit of breath in my pathetic body out. I can feel myself getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen, but I will my eyes never leave his. b***h, if you're going to kill me, you'll look at me while I leave this earth.

Realization hits his face like a ton of bricks, and he immediately drops me, causing me to double over in pain, and I breathe in and out heavily, trying to catch my breath. He starts pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair, mumbling, 'Be careful. She is a human,' over and over like it's a prayer. While he is busy acting like a f*****g manic person, I start to regain my composure, and I slowly begin to lift my head up.

"What the hell is your problem? You could have killed me!" I half screamed, "How do you even know where I live?" I stand up, rubbing the back of my head, still feeling a slight ache from when he pushed me into the wall. Elijah stops pacing and looks at me with regret all over his face, but this is not enough for me to forget what the f**k he just did.

He starts walking towards me, but I flinch at his sudden movement bringing him to an abrupt stop with hurt mirrored in his eyes. "Look, I am sorry, Helena. I have a terrible time controlling my temper and desire for you. I would never intentionally hurt you, and I assure you this will never happen again."

I wrap my arms around myself, feeling confused at this point. I am furious at what the hell just happened, but I'm ecstatic that he wants me. After all, I did leave to get a reaction out of him. Granted, this reaction was a bit f*****g extreme, but it was the exact resolution I wanted. He missed me so much that he went ape s**t, and I can guarantee he wasn't thinking of Miranda.

Mission f*****g accomplished.

"You are definitely right. This won't happen again. If it does, I am seriously calling the cops and telling a judge that you are a danger to society." I send a death glare his way, so that he understands that this is not a threat. It is a promise. If I am candid, his behavior worries me, and I should leave him alone. I choked down that horrible feeling I seemed to get when I started thinking of not being with him.

He took measured steps towards me, gauging my reaction with every step he carried until we were just inches apart. He raised his hands, cupping my face and rubbing his thumbs on both cheeks. "That will be unnecessary, my everything. Please tell me I am forgiven for my disgusting behavior?" I nodded, and he brought his lips gently down to mine, and it felt like silk caressing my lips. This kiss wasn't like our other kisses; it was gentle. I thought he was trying to not break or scare me.

My arms made their way around his neck, and I kissed him harder, furiously moving my tongue in his mouth. His body reacted just as I wanted to, and soon I was pushed up into the wall, his hands exploring every inch of my body, rubbing and stroking me like he was the solution to all its problems.

He broke the kiss-off, and I scoffed like he had just taken away my favorite toy, which earned me a laugh from him. He placed his forehead on mine and breathed in heavily. "We should stop before you give me your virginity against this wall. I would prefer to f**k you in my home, in my room, where the smell of you will stay forever."

I just stared at him, confused at his statement, and come to think of it, he seemed to comment on my smell a lot. "Why are you so obsessed with the way I smell?" My eyebrows furrowed, "Do you know I feel a little weirded out and turned on when you say confusing s**t like that?" It's freaky once I start to think about it.

"You're the best thing that I have ever smelt in my entire existence. Why would I not be obsessed with something that was made to smell like that for me? I would be a fool to not bathe in your delicious odor, and Helena, I am no fool." He whispered in my ear, "Of course, you turned on. I was made to excite your body." I turned a thousand different variations of red at that moment.

"Sweetheart, who else has said anything about how you smell?"

I swallow and gulp, "The only person that really says anything is Daisy; other people just seem to sniff the air when I am around. Makes me feel a little uncomfortable. Do I smell bad or something to them?"

He seemed to relax at the mention of Daisy's name, "No, you don't smell bad; your odor is all-natural and earthly. Most humans give off a manufactured smell that is too sweet, strong, and tainted. I guess you don't use any scented human products that enhance your natural body scent even more. Trust me, everyone thinks you smell lovely." He laughs.

"I guess that is an acceptable answer considering everyone around here just does and says a lot of crazy s**t, especially regarding how I smell." I laughed, but he didn't find what I said funny. His tone sounds innocent, but I can sense the underlying fury he is trying to bury. "Hold up, how do you know what I do and don't use?"

"There is no trace of chemicals on you. It is one of the first things I noticed when I carried you out of the woods."

I remove myself from his embrace and start walking to the kitchen, replaying this conversation. So, I didn't make anything up; something is happening in this town. How does everyone here have a heightened sense of smell? Did some freak chemical accident happen, and did it affect everyone? I go to the dishwasher, grab two shot glasses, and place them in the corner.

I walk to my mom's liquor cabinet, grab a bottle of Jose Cuervo, fill the glasses up, and hand one to Elijah. "I need a drink, and I don't attend to drink by myself. So, bottoms up, big boy." I clinked his glass and took my own to my mouth, throwing the warm brown liquid to the back of my throat. My shoulders shook slightly when it slid down and into my stomach.

I poured another shot and gave him an encouraging smile. He was standing there giving me a peculiar look before he did the same, but I could have sworn I poured him water from the way he swallowed it. Okay, that's odd. I will run us another shot; maybe there was a little bit of water left in the bottom of the glass from the dishwasher. He probably tasted more water than liquor.

The second shot makes me feel even hotter than before, and I feel a little tipsy. I slam my shot glass on the counter as I try to shake that harsh aftertaste out of my mouth, and Elijah still looks as unbothered as before. He has got to have a high liquor tolerance; there is no way he wouldn't be feeling anything. I pour a third shot, and he stops me shaking his head.

"Helena, you will get drunk way before I do. I would have to drink about ten bottles of this liquor to feel what you feel after two shots." He laughs and puts the cap back on the bottle taking it back to the cabinet. "You should go upstairs to your room and get some clothes to return to my house." He casually stated.

I have no idea what made this asshole think I was going anywhere with him, especially after his little outburst. "I never said I was going back to your house; besides, I am home and want to sleep in my own bed. That reminds me, how did you know where I live?"

He walks back over to me, his arms folded on each other. "I had to force Daisy to give me your address, and I would prefer that you're under my roof where I know you are safe. There is no one here with you, Helena, and I miss having you within arm's reach. Please come back with me and ease my suffering." He pleaded.

I almost smile at his comment, but I will not make this easy for him. "Nope, I am not going anywhere with you tonight. I will see you Monday morning for school." I try to walk away, but he picks me up and swings me over his shoulder, leaving me breathless. I start punching his back, kicking and screaming for him to put me down.

He slaps me on my ass, causing me to jump. "I tried to ask nicely, my little one, but I guess I must be more persuasive with you. Whether you agree, you are coming home with me; I don't want to play this game with you anymore. I am sorry about Miranda and will never do it again, but I refuse to wake up and find you not there." He continues walking out the door, and I can see the house disappear in my background; soon, I hear the door of a car opening.

He throws me in the passenger seat, slams the door, and walks to the driver's side. I try opening the door, but this bastard must have put the child locks on. I glare at him as he jumps in and starts the car. Soon, we backed out of my driveway and headed for the interstate.

"Dude, what the hell? You didn't even lock the door. Why is it so important for me to be in your home that you're willing to kidnap me?" I yell, buckling my seatbelt, suddenly afraid of the speed we're going.

"I will send Daisy to lock the doors, and I have already told you, Helena, I desire you more than I have ever desired anything in this world. I knew I wanted you from the first moment I saw you, but when you left, and I couldn't smell you anymore, I couldn't reach out and touch or see your beautiful face. I felt pain; I felt weak." He sounded disgusted with the fact that he was weak over me.

I lean back into the seat, and I am not even mad that he forcefully carried me out of the house and stuffed me into his car. I understood his feelings; I felt the same pain he described when I left with Daisy.

"Elijah, I need you to tell me the truth. What is going on between us? This is more than just infatuation with one another. How do we feel physical pain when we're away from each other?" I shudder.

"Did you feel something when you left me?"

"Yes, the moment I made it through the gate, I started getting a sharp pain in my stomach; I felt cold, empty, and lonely. I wanted to tell Daisy to turn around immediately but couldn't bring myself to do it. I mean, there is no way me not being with you would make me physically ache."

His hands tighten on the steering wheel till his knuckles look translucent as the light from the dashboard gleams off his hands. "If you felt like that, why didn't you just turn around and come back to me. You would have saved us both the heartache." He slams his fist into the wheel, and I jump at the sound of the impact.

"How the hell would I have known you were hurting? How is this even possible? I keep asking you for an explanation, and you just keep tap-dancing your ass around the question. Don't you trust me?" My voice comes out sad in the end, and I hate feeling like he is hiding something from me because he thinks I can't handle the truth.

He glances at me so fast I am unsure his head even moved. " I trust you and know you're confused, but it's tough to tell you the truth right now. I need to ensure you are ready and the time is right. You have no reason to believe me, but I need you to give me a little more time, and once I have everything figured out, I will tell you."

"Why do you need more time if you trust me? What exactly do you need to figure out?"

He huffed as he took a deep breath, "Loving you is complicated."

My head snapped toward him when I heard him say he loved me. That was unexpected, and I am unsure what to say to his declaration. I knew he liked me, and I liked him, but love was definitely not on my mind. If he did love me, why would it come with complications? I thought loving someone was supposed to be easy.

"No, it's not Elijah. Love is the emotion you feel, so you're the one making it complicated. Fine, if you want to wait to tell me what is really going on, then I will wait, but I would appreciate it if you don't confess your love for me until you are absolutely sure it's not a complicated thing." I sighed, "I cannot let you burn me up, nor can I resist you. No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed."

He grabs my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, "I have a copy of Possession in my home library if you would like to reread it."

I smile at the fact he knew where the quote came from. "No, thank you, my copy is still in good shape despite me reading it a thousand times." I stare at our intertwined hands and bring his knuckles to my lips, kissing them so light it feels like a tickle in my mouth.

"My Goddess, you don't know what you do to me. The touch of your skin makes me feel like someone put the sun on my chest. I get the feeling you get when you've been cold, and you step outside, and the first ray of sunlight hits your skin, heating you up as you move further into its view. I can never go without this feeling again."

"Then don't. I don't know what is happening, but I feel the same. I don't want to go without your touch." I mumbled, looking out the window, noticing we were almost back at his house. It dawned on me that I didn't bring any clothes to sleep in or to wear tomorrow.

Fuck, how am I going to take a shower? All my clothes are at home.

"Don't worry, my maids bought you some clothes when you arrived. If you don't like what was picked, I can carry you shopping tomorrow to get things you like."

I know damn well I didn't say anything about not having any clothes out loud. In fact, I know I thought about me not having any clothes, and somehow, Elijah f*****g heard it. I started questioning him, but he touched my lips, silencing me. "I promise I will answer all your questions in time. You said you would be patient."

I narrow my eyes and shake my head, "I know, but come on, now your answering my thoughts Elijah. Baby, this is some X-files bullshit if you ask me." I shrug my shoulders, giving him a lopsided grin.

"Call me that again." He desperately says.

"Call you what again."

He grabs my thighs, "You know what I am talking about."

"Baby?"

"Yes, I have never had someone call me that, let alone make it sound as seductive as you." I blushed as looked out the window with a slight smile on my face.

His house comes into view, and we enter the garage, where he parks the car. He pulls the key out of the ignition and turns to me. I bring my palm up to his cheek, rubbing my thumb in a circular motion. "You really are one strange ass person, baby." I laugh, and he gives me one of his award-winning smiles.

"If only you knew my little pet." He pulls my hand to his nose, taking a long, heavy breath before letting go. "You will be the death of me, Helena." He abruptly drops my hand, starts unbuckling his seatbelt, and turns to get out of the car. Before I could unbuckle my own, he opened the passenger door and released me from the restraints.

He lifts me up bridal style and walks me to the door, where a maid holds it open. She must have heard us pull up and decided to open the door for us. We make our way upstairs and down the long hallway that leads to the room I was previously in but to my surprise, we walk right past that door, take a right turn, and go up another flight of stairs. Soon, we are at a set of brown mahogany thick doors. He pushes them open and leads me to the most oversized bed I have ever seen.

No s**t, this bed is more significant than a California King, and I feel like a toddler hanging off the edge as he places me down. My feet don't even touch the ground, and I instantly start swinging them as he walks to his dresser. He grabs a few items from the drawer and returns to me, handing me a black negligee and a pair of lace panties. Whose clothes are these?

"Did you just give me another women's clothes?" My eyes narrow.

"Of course not; these are yours. I told you the maid bought you some items, which happens to be one of them. I had them delivered to my room since this is where you will be sleeping tonight."

"Wait a minute, why can't I sleep in the room I was in? By myself?"

"I went to your room when you didn't show up for dinner. Your scent was so faint that I knew you had been gone for hours and lost my temper. Let's say the room is under construction for the time being. Do you not what to share my bed, my love?"

I feel oddly shy right now; I did want to go to sleep with him; I just wasn't sure if I was ready to have s*x with him. "All we will do is sleep, right?" I fiddle with my fingers, one of the signs of my nervousness.

"Yes, if you're not ready for that, then you're not ready. Just having you next to me is enough to keep my wolf calm. How about you take a shower, and we can go to sleep." He pulls me up and leads me to the bathroom.

I gave him a thankful smile and shut the door. I step into the walk-in shower and turn the cold water on. I needed to cool off; my mind may not be ready for s*x, but my damn body sure as hell is. I tried to relax and let the cold water work through my tense muscles. Once done, I dry off, put the nightgown on, and look at myself in the full-length mirror. The fabric from the nightgown hugs every curve on my body, and I feel naked, but I am so damn sleepy right now I don't even care.

I grab my dirty clothes and make my way out of the bathroom. Elijah is lying in bed, propped up on the headboard, and the stare he gives me leaves me blushing. He motions to the clothes hamper in the corner, and I discard my things. I make my way to my side of the bed and lay down, pulling the covers over me. The bed is so soft I can feel myself sinking, and my eyelids flutter.

The moment I start drifting off, I feel Elijah roll over on top of me, "Helena, open your eyes for me, baby girl." My eyes fly open, and all traces of sleep seem to die the moment I look at the longing on his face, which matches everything I am feeling. "You ran away from me, and I need you to promise me that you will never do that again." He kisses my lips, and his hands find their way to my breasts, making my n*****s erect. I moaned, which was all the invitation he needed to finish his seductive torture of my breasts. He pulls the nightgown down my shoulders, and his wet mouth takes my n*****s in, and I damn near die at the contact. "You like me sucking and biting your n*****s, right?" I give him a weak nod, "I know you're not ready for me to take you, but do you mind if I make you c*m all over my sheets? I have been dying to f*****g taste you."

Sweet mother of Jesus Christ, if you can hear me. You need to f*****g save me.

He starts kissing down my stomach while his hands are still gripping my breasts, and his mouth finds its way to my inner thigh, where he leaves small little kisses every few inches. My body is wiggling with anticipation, and I want him to love me so badly. He rips my panties off with one swift movement, and the gush of air makes me suck in a breath. Then he does the unexpected; he puts his nose in my p***y, taking a whiff.

What the f**k? Is he smelling my v****a? He groans, "No one can save you, Helena. I will taste your juices tonight." He lets his tongue graze my p***y with one long lick, and my legs start shaking. "Oh, my f*****g Moon Goddess, you taste like honey, and I am the first and the only one to ravish you." He starts moving faster, pushing his tongue in and out of me, rubbing his whole face between my wet folds. I grab the back of his head, causing him to hum, and the vibration sits me on edge, and I can feel myself reaching my peak.

He stops and slaps my p***y, "You're not going to c*m just yet. You have been a very bad f*****g girl. You left me, and that is unacceptable behavior." He pushes a finger into me, and the feeling sends me back over the edge. "Please, I am sorry." I whimper while he thrusts and curves his fingers inside of me. He returns his mouth to me, and the slurping sounds make me wetter.

My legs start bucking, and I shake like a f*****g leaf, and he stops again, leaving soft kisses on my c**t. "Are you going to leave me again, Helena?" His fingers thrust harder, "Do you want me to make this p***y cum."

"Yes, please make me c*m. I scream with the frustration of not being able to release. f**k, this dirty motherfucker! I promise I will never leave you again."

His mouth latches back onto my dripping p***y, and he starts sucking harder. I will probably be sore from his mouth pressing on me, but I don't care; I just want to let it go immediately. "c*m in my mouth, my delicious little human."

That is all I need to hear before my back arches; I am clutching the sheets, screaming, and throwing my head back into the pillows. "You taste so good, and now that I have swallowed your honey pot, I won't be able to stop." He gets up and kisses me, and I can taste my warm juices all over his mouth and chin.

"Oh my, that was out of this world," I say breathlessly.

"Yes, it was, and I will have you this way for eternity."

"You really are intense, baby."

He laughs and pulls me on top of him, and I shudder since my body is still sensitive to his touch, and he snuggles into my hair. "I missed you so much. Go to sleep, baby, and dream good dreams, as I will do the same now that I have you in my arms. This is where you belong and where you will stay."

I close my eyes and repeat a phrase my mother, once quoted from Jourdane Erasquin; "I miss you every minute of the day. If I could miss you more than that, I would."