Lycan's Fiery Mate

Just another stormy night, it is. Heavy dark clouds are hanging low in the sky, so terrifying it looks from here that it makes me wonder, what if the morning never comes again when the night ends? I shudder at the sound of the roaring thunderstorm outside, and so do the rusty wooden shutters of the selves behind the dusty study table. All the windows shut tight, yet nothing could stop the cold breeze from making its way inside, leaving a lingering touch against my skin and reminding me of the state I had been in for the last three days. Tightening the towel around my chest, I reach for the duffle bag I have placed on the table to grab a new set of clothes to put on before heading out of this room, something I don't expect to find when the war outside is still on between the two deadly species. It has to be one of those species leaders who settled here after considering it their base camp before the war. Two nights ago, when I was busy checking the rooms to choose one suitable one with windows and doors in one piece, I got a map of this small country I wanted to own. So, it has to be them. But too bad. They aren't getting this abandoned building back from me anytime soon. I made sure to cast a protection spell for the second time when that innocent earl stumbled in, wounded with tranqs shot in his shoulder and left leg. The bleeding wasn't much, but the poor guy was heavily drugged and barely kept his eyes open. The man is hot, too hot for his good. Last night, he scared me to my wits when he barged into this place in his half-continuous state, all drenched and cold. It took a lot of convincing for my side to take off his shirt as he couldn't do that because of being goddamn drugged, and it would be a waste to let a polite man like him die with a body like that..., an art of living exquisite sculpture. And I couldn't keep my hands off of him even after I was bloody done tending his wounds and then waiting to see them heal naturally. I hope he has forgotten the deed I did to him to keep me sated and his body temperature under control. Sighing heavily, just as I am about to loosen the knot, suddenly, someone from outside pulls the door open. I jump in fright with my grip tight on the towel and feel my cheeks burn in shame when I see the hot Earl step in shirtless. Abel. "Ahh, what are you doing?" He looks freshly showered. The stream of water cascades over his head, rolling down his wet blonde hair and chiseled jawline, then directed down to his throat, running to his muscular and strong chest, biceps, and..., I flush harder and look away from him. Dear lord! Have mercy on my ovaries, please. "Sorry, doctor. Did I startle you?" The guilt in his tone clenches my heart. I look up, and our eyes lock instantly. And I forget what I wanted to say to make this man feel better. The urge was strong there, too, last night. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't say no to his demands the previous night, and I still don't know why. I swallow intently at that image of that night. He had crushed me with his firmly muscled arms around me to keep himself warm. For once, I thought I would die due to suffocation or ruin my panties and lose my face after getting caught by him. Luckily he didn't have a tattoo on him, or I would have died there for a stupid reason, and he would have called me a hormonal grown arse lady. We aren't even standing close, but I can feel the scorching heat emanating from his body. I look up, stammering, "P..., please leave," "I can't," He whispers breathily, leaving me to shudder when an unknown dread crept into my heart. Biting my trembling lips, I ask in my stained tone, "Why?" I see his eyes flickering with something as his gaze travels from my eyes to my lips. I nearly choke at my breath to see him tugging his lower lips between his teeth, and he bites sensually! "What's your name, doctor?" "Rut- uh- Elle," Taking a sharp intake, I tell him again, "It's Elle." "Elle, I see," My heart jumps in my throat as he takes my name so smoothly that it has me swoon off my feet. "I don't have anything with me now, but I want to repay you for saving me last night. Tell me. Is there anything you need right now. . .desperately?" The thing his tone indicates dries my throat literally. I feel exposed from in and out, and I have to wrap my arms around my towel tight to secure that before it falls. "It's nothing, believe me," I say softly, pushing away those dirty thoughts from my mind. "You don't need to work yourself up." "I know." He takes another step toward me, and I wait obediently there in my place for him to seize me in his callous arms. "You are right on your side, Elle. I understand. But I still want to pay you back for the kindness you showed to this stranger," Lord, does a man like him exist in this world? He takes a few more steps forward, our body touching with his scent invading my nostrils, making me feel dizzy. "But my sister...," He talks about his family so affectionately that it makes me envious of him. He brought it up before, and I didn't see his eyes ever weave from me for once. But there was a hunger in his eyes that made me squirm. Even now, just like last night, I catch his eyes, leaving a lingering stare at my chest and down to my body as he swallows thickly, and I see his adam's apple bobs up and down. "She will be upset with me if I tell her I let you go without giving you what you deserve for saving me." I stiffen the way he talks politely to me even though it sounds nowhere gentle, judging by that lingering sweet threat that keeps making havoc in my chaotic mind. Swallowing hard, I ask him daringly, "You know what I truly need right now from you?" His look gives me chills in my spine, and I stagger back with the back of my heel hitting the leg of the table behind me, feeling trapped and bothered. Then the towel slips down from my body and drops on the floor before I get to hold it tight. "Yes," He says, jaw slaking firm. His breathing gets hard as he lets his scorching dark eyes linger on me. I feel like hiding, but I don't want to hide from him anymore. He should take me now, and. . .pay me everything he owes me that he believes in saving his life. His hands reach my waist as he tugs me, and my breasts bump into his hard chest. "You are cold, Elle." Trailing his fingers down my skin, his hands reach my arse, and he cups them gently. Goosebumps erupt, and I hear him groan, "So cold that makes me want to...," It feels like a magnetic pool that I can't resist. My toes curls along with my fingers, and my mind seems to have stopped cooperating with me as everything in me scream to give in to the intensity and passion they were feeling for one another in that deadly hour. There is not any place left between us. Our skins are in contact, and I feel we may burn each other with our heat. "Want to do what, Abel?" It comes out barely as a whisper, but I want to know the plan he has for me, for us. "To warm you up with my lips and kisses." He is straightforward, and it makes me gasp in shock as I look at his face, bewildered. His eyes state he wants me the same way I want him at this point. And this is scaring me. I shiver when he presses his wet body more against mine, and he sounds cold when he says, leaning to my ear, "You won't mind if I have my ways with you now, will you?" I don't know who makes a move first, but we start kissing fast with our tongues to battle for dominance like crazy. I watch the pupils of his eyes dilate as I run my fingers gently over his abs. Parting his lips, he catches his breath when the more I press my breasts against his chest to make him feel me and cloud his mind with my scent, and my lips lock with his. With my lips touching his, I whisper to him, "Your sister doesn't need to know everything." "Don't worry, Elle." Breaking our kiss, he makes me sit on the table, and then he goes down to his knees. He inhales me and starts leaving sensual kisses on my thighs. His lips pull into an easy smile as he looks into my eyes, "For you, I will keep it a secret," Our dirty little secret. Ruthelle. He takes me on a dive into the unknown where I was never before..., a kind of ride that is mind-stimulating and soul-penetrating and drives me to insanity. The temperature of this room has started to rise. Our beating hearts overpower the sound of thunder outside. Tugging his soft curls, I can't help but throw my head back and moan loudly. "You like it?" His snort sends tingles to my core. He sinks his teeth over my inner lips and takes his tongue even deeper this time. "I like you more," In the heat of the moment, with my eyes closed tight, I blurt out, "Take me, baby. Make me all yours," However, I didn't expect the man between my legs would take my word as a challenge. I groan as he withdraws his tongue and fingers from my core. "If that is what you feel about me, then- " Chuckling, he stands up and turns me around by my waist with my back pressing his warm body. Then he makes me raise my head, and I look into his eyes through the broken mirror with him growling ferociously. " -I will not waste a second to claim you as mine, mine alone for eternity." He keeps his word. To make me his forever, and his skin against mine, unleashing his desires now my willing flesh. Till last evening, I regretted coming here to expand my territory, but the night turned fruitful, so this whole day, Me with him, entangled. It feels like a dream when I know it isn't. Taking his words as a momentary effect of our intimacy is where I am wrong. I should have known the man was in trouble. A beast way too dirty and dominating in bed. How am I supposed to know that the man I am sleeping with right now would turn out Abeloth Dranchestine as the last Lycan alive, the enemy my monarch wants me to eliminate by all means?