Chapter 2: I Hate Him

~Elena~

“I’m not your fucking roommate.”

“Oh, but you are. Until you run screaming out that door  and even then, I’ll still be here when you come crawling back.”

I took a shaky step back, blood boiling, thighs tensing like I had to physically stop my body from reacting to the sound of his voice. “You’re out of your damn mind.”

“Probably.” His eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like he was unwrapping me with his gaze. “But you make insanity look worth it.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re adorable when you’re mad.”

“You’re…”

He took a step toward me. Fuck. “Tell me more. I love when your mouth gets all fast and angry. Makes me wonder how fast it gets when it’s wrapped around…”

“Don’t. You. Dare.”

His grin was wicked. “Relax, roomie. Just teasing.”

I could barely breathe. My heartbeat was out of control. My chest rose and fell like I’d just run a mile, and the worst part? He saw it. He fucking thrived on it.

“You need help,” I muttered.

He tilted his head. “Nah. I need you underneath me.”

“I’ll report this.”

“Do it. Maybe they’ll move you. Maybe they won’t. But either way…”

He leaned close, voice brushing the shell of my ear. 

“I’ll still smell you in the sheets.”

My breath caught.

He pulled back slowly, drinking in my reaction like it was a glass of something expensive. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? No quick comeback for that one?”

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“Yes I do.”

“Then why are you still standing here?”

“I…”

“You want me to stop teasing?” he asked, stepping even closer, until I had to tilt my head to look up at him. “Then stop giving me so many reasons to start.”

His fingers brushed the bedpost beside my hand. Not me…not yet. But close enough that the heat of him made my skin tighten.

“I can’t stay here,” I whispered.

“You can,” he said softly. “And you will.”

I turned away, shaking, humiliated by my own traitorous pulse.

“Get out of my space,” I said.

“You’re in my space, bunny.”

“Stop calling me names! My name is Elena,” I snapped. 

Lucian’s eyes didn’t flicker. Not even a little.

He just tilted his head like a predator hearing something interesting. 

“Bunny,” he repeated..slower this time.Fuck… Thicker. Like he was tasting the word just to punish me.

I backed up one step. He followed with two.

“Stop,” I breathed, hating the way it came out. Weak. Needy. Already too late.

He didn’t stop.

His voice dropped so low I felt it in my spine before I heard it in my ears.

“I’ll call you that until you’re crawling across the floor to beg for my knot.”

I froze.

Blood gone. Mind gone. Whole reality spinning.

Because he meant it.

He fucking meant it.

His jaw clenched once. His nostrils flared. He looked at me like I was already stripped bare, already under him, already ruined. 

“You don’t even know what you are yet,” he said, eyes darkening. “But your scent is changing, and my wolf wants it all over his mouth. So yeah, I’ll keep calling you Omega. Because I’m the one who’s gonna pull your heat out with my fucking tongue.”

I forgot how to breathe.

He didn’t even touch me.

Didn’t need to.

He just stood there with that fucking voice, and watched me crumble from across the room like he was already inside my skin.

Then he licked his bottom lip.

Smiled.

“I’m going out with some friends,” he said casually. 

He moved toward the door, one hand already on the handle. Then he turned his head just slightly. 

“Unless you want to come with me.”

Pause.

“Or we can stay here and fuck.”

“I would rather eat fucking dust than sleep with you,” I snapped. 

“Do you hear me? Dust. Dirt.”

He didn’t flinch. Not even a little.

He just smiled. That kind of smile that says we both know you’re lying, sweetheart.

“Mm,” he hummed, eyes dragging down to my lips like he was already tasting them. “We’ll see about that.”

And then he turned. Again. This time even slower. Reached for the door. Opened it without a word.

But just before stepping out, he paused. Looked over his shoulder.

“Dust, huh? I hope it tastes as good as my cock.”

Then he stepped out. Closed the door gently. Click.

And I screamed.

“FUCK!!!”

~~

I can see you didn’t stop and you read till this end. 

You read every filthy word, let it drip into you like sin..slow, hot, and exactly what your body craved.

Don’t even try to lie.

You’re hot, aren’t you?

Good.

So here’s your only warning. Run while you still can cause this story will fuck with your soul…

And if you’re still here, still reading?

Don’t stop now.

You started this.

So take it.

Let’s see how long you last before you break.