Chapter 3 Tension
Lara
As soon as we left the palace premises, Elijah broke out in a very inhumane run. I could barely make out what was a tree and what was not—perks of being a werewolf. But I was a little grateful for it. I didn’t have the time to understand what just happened. Instead, I was screaming my lungs off asking him to slow down.
We finally came to a stop and he put me down. I stumbled before falling on my buttocks. I felt nauseous but that didn’t stop me from glaring at the man before me. I threw the veil still clipped to my hair out and stood up angrily.
“What is your problem?” I spat, fuming in anger.
“It’s not my fault you can’t land on your feet.” He shrugged before heading into a large house.
“What?” I was a bit confused before I realized he was talking about my fall not even the wedding he ruined. “You just ruined my life and all you can do is shrug?”
I followed him closely ignoring the beauty of the place we entered.
“You should be grateful I got you out of there.” He said, heading to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of water.
I let out a dry laugh. “Of course, that’s what you’ll say. Coming from someone who turned his back on the same people.” Before I got the words out, Elijah was right in front of me and his hand held me up by my neck. My feet were barely touching the floor now.
“Watch your mouth.” He growled but I didn’t care anymore.
“Or what?” I breathed.
His eyes dropped to my lips and I realized how close our faces were. Only a thread could pass through the space between our faces. My chest burned and I felt something curl in my stomach. I looked up at Elijah and I knew he was feeling the same.
“You’re my mate after all.” He mumbled as his lips grazed the side of my face. The contact was like a match that set my body ablaze and I found myself letting out a soft sigh.
“A mistake,” I whispered.
“The moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes.” His lips brushed down to my jaw and my body arched, wanting to feel more of his touch.
“Oh, you believe?” I asked as my hands gripped his shirt. His hand around my neck tightened a little and I closed my eyes, breathing labored.
“Who knew you were angry a few minutes ago? Look at you.” He mocked. It was like a cold water doused on me. I pushed him away with all my strength and stumbled backwards.
My eyes were wide as I realized the situation we were just in. Was the mate bond that strong or was it something else?
“Pick any room upstairs except the last one to your left,” Elijah said. His voice tight. “Don’t even imagine running. Something in the woods will tear you apart.” And with that, he left the house through the kitchen door.
What the fuck?
I ended up respecting myself and staying in the room very far from the one he told me to avoid. For a man who attacked his former pack with rogues, I was sure that the part about being torn apart in the woods was not a joke. I was still in what was supposed to be my wedding dress. The pale blue dress was still spotless and beautiful which was in contrast to my life now.
I tried lying on the bed to sleep but it was uncomfortable. It wasn’t that the bed was not comfortable. It was arguably more comfortable than the one at the pack house but something didn’t seem right. I turned and tossed on the bed over and over again. I wondered if it was the dress but the silk gown was anything but uncomfortable.
I stood up and opened the window. The cool wind filled the room yet I felt hot. Very hot. So hot that I was even sweating. I headed to the bathroom and thankfully there was water. I splashed my face with the ice-cold water and felt relieved but the hotness came back with full force. I looked at myself in the mirror and touched my hair. It was still soft. My hand went down to my neck and I recalled Elijah’s hand being around it. I subconsciously tightened my grip and bit my lip to avoid moaning out loud. My other hand trailed down to my breast and my breathing increased.
I quickly shook my head. What is going on with me? I knew every werewolf had to consummate their marriage on the night of the wedding but I didn’t know it was this serious. Definitely not with Elijah.
I hate Elijah.
So much.
I repeated the words in my head but my feet moved on their own accord to a certain room I was told to avoid. I didn’t bother to knock. I opened the door and saw him seated on the edge of his bed gripping the sheets. Seems like I wasn’t the only one.
He looked up at me and I saw pure, unadulterated lust shine in them.
“Come here.”
He didn’t need to say it twice and I found myself on his lap with my hands around his neck. His hands massaged my waist and I let out a moan. His eyes were fixed on my lips and I didn’t wait any longer before crashing my lips against his. He kissed me back with so much passion that I’m sure it would bruise later on but for now, it was perfect. The flame in my body burned and I found myself grinding against him and I felt his want for me too. He threw his shirt over his head and drew me in closer. He flipped us and my back was now against the bed. I bit my lip as I looked at him. One thing about the Stone Family was that they were attractive but Elijah? He was on another level. He looked at me slowly and I felt my body burn more so I got on my knees and crawled to him on the bed. My fingers connected with his jeans and his hands found my hair.
“Can I?” I whispered softly.
We may detest each other, but for now, we both needed this. We needed each other’s bodies.
