The Sigma Wolf

Chapter 30 - Best night

Susie

He stopped me, “Stay.” His hand grabbed my wrist. The warmth of his skin seared mine. I have no idea why or how, but when Ajax is concerned, I make the oddest choices. He is not my boyfriend, but Alan is, or at least he will be until I find a moment to end it. Ajax is not my mate, or at least, I don't think so… I have felt a pull, but it is not strong. Unlike the textbook that describes the pull and draw of a real mate bond, his scent calls me out. I barely know him, but somehow, deep down, I trust him with all of me.

I know the answer: I must return to my place, my bed, my safe zone… but as usual, when I am in front of him, I do the complete opposite of what my brain believes is proper or reasonable. “Alright,” I muttered, and as soon as those words left my lips, my heart made some jumping Jacks. I really believe I am going crazy, or maybe I am suffering from a weird Tourette's that makes me blurt the opposite of what I am thinking… I have no idea, but something is very wrong with me.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and instead of backing away and running inside my place, I nodded. Again, my brain, body, and soul are a complete mess, and I am just the i***t in the passenger seat, seeing how we are going to crash and burn.

“Lead the way, I am tired…” I said, and he laced his fingers in mine. The gesture seemed intimate, even more intimate than when Alan held my hand yesterday. I bit my lower lip… I knew I had to stop doing that, but I couldn't seem to do anything else right, so I kept biting my taunting lip.

Ajax walked with me, following him. He led the way to his room, and when I entered, he smiled. It was a soft, tender smile, full of promises —some meant to be fulfilled tonight, some meant to be discovered later. “Thanks, beautiful…” He whispered in my ear, and I nodded.

“We will sleep, right?” I said, and he chuckled,

“Of course, what else would we do?” He laughed, and I blushed. I was so naive that it was scary. I trusted this man; I would be sleeping on his bed, and I didn't think that through. What if he is a serial rapist? Or a Serial killer? Would this be my last night on Earth? Would it be too late to run back to my place? Why do I place myself in these kinds of situations?

I have never been in a man's room but have placed myself in terrible situations. Once, I got a flat tire, and instead of calling the insurance, a car full of strangers stopped and offered to take me to my destination. I didn't hesitate to jump into the car. Thankfully, they were well-intended guys, and nothing happened besides small talk, but what if they were the opposite? Now here I am, again…

“Hey, I can almost hear your thought…” Ajax chuckled, and I bushed,

“I won't touch you, beautiful…” He caressed my cheek, and I shivered under his touch. He won't, but I am not certain I won't. My self-control and unhinged actions indicate with certainty that I will embarrass myself sooner rather than later. “But that doesn't mean I won't kiss you,” he said, lowering his lips to mine.

Goddess help me, every kiss is better than the last. His lips covered my mouth, and when he bit my lower lip, I opened my mouth for him to deepen the kiss. My brain was in auto mode, following my very primal instincts. What could go wrong with that? Everything, but thankfully, Ajax's brain was hardwired to be a decent man.

“We should sleep…” He grunted while parting ways. He pressed his forehead to mine and took my hand in his. He placed my hand on his chest. I could feel his strong heartbeat under my fingers. “This one now beats for you…” He whispered, and I gasped. It was one of the most heartfelt, beautiful love confessions I have ever heard.

“Ajax…” I mumbled his name.

“You don't have to say anything. Just so you know, it beats because of you; I will always care for you…” he said, and I couldn't hold it anymore. I took a step closer to him, wrapped my arms around his waist, and rested my head on his chest.

Tears welled in my eyes. This was a dream I didn't want to wake up from or one that might turn into a smoke cloud when reality hit.

He took a step back, and in a sudden movement, he picked me up bridal style, lowered me on his bed, and knelt in front of me, “Do you need anything?” he asked, his eyes filled with something I had never seen in a man's eyes for me, Admiration.

“I usually have a glass of water around…” I mumbled, and he nodded.

“That door is my bathroom. In the second drawer, you will find brand-new toothbrushes. Feel free to use whatever you need.” He kissed my forehead tenderly. “I will get your water,” he said, before leaving me there dumbfounded. He was for real; he was attentive, kind, and caring.

Would my mate be like him? Or did my mate die, and the Goddess is blessing me with something close to a mate? Whatever the truth might be, the feelings I have been experiencing when I am around him are a precious gift I will ever treasure in my heart.

I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. The room was gorgeous, with a top-of-the-art tub, shower, and such. I used the toilet and then opened the second drawer. I took a toothbrush and brushed my teeth. I was curious, so I roamed around the rest of his drawers. He is a senior in college. I expected to find some dirty secrets, but surprisingly, he had nothing there. No dirty magazines, no condoms, no lube… nothing. It was as if I was roaming the drawers of a priest.

Certainly, he has had other women here, right?

I walked out and crashed into a warm wall of muscles. Ajax was wearing his sweats, but he had removed his shirt. I gasped; he was sculpted by the gods. He had perfect chiseled abs, a few hairs scattered over his chest, and a small trail leading south. “I need that water,” I said, feeling my mouth completely dry. Damn it! Could I be more embarrassing?

I walked past him, took the bottle of fresh water, and took a big gulp. “I hope you don't mind. I usually sleep in just my boxers; my body temperature is high, and I get too hot at night…” he explained.

“Sure, not… I… It's fine…” I sighed, managing to blurt out something coherent.

“Pick a side; I will be back.” He said, closing the distance and kissing my temple. Somehow, his kisses were amazing; it didn't matter if it was a peck on the cheek, a lick on my chin, a ravishing one over my lips, or a tender one on my forehead or temple… all of them conveyed deeper feelings than what met the eye, and all of them made me feel precious, I walked towards the bed and removed the covers. I made myself comfortable. His scent made me feel completely drawn as soon as I placed my head on the pillow. It was as if something was snapping within me. Love, need, lust, calm, peace, protection, certainty, security, admiration, and much more… What is this feeling? Why do I feel like this?

I turned on my side and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and started drifting off when I felt the other side of the bed dip and strong arms wrap around me, pulling me flush into a hard chest. Yes, if I woke up every morning seeing his face, I would be with the one I was meant to be. “Good night, beautiful,” he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.

“Good night, Ajax…” I muttered back, and in the safety of his arm, wrapped around in the warmth of his body, I finally drifted off into the best night's sleep of my life.