Chapter 8- Sexy siren

Asher 

I sighed, and pulled out my rough palms to my face, rubbing it tightly. Kayla was enraged. Her blue eyes were burning with anger as it was directed at me. Her whole body was vibrating with fury and there was a tinge of disappointment on her face. 

For a damned second, I was taken aback. I could not understand what had her all riled up. A dead weight settled in my chest at the way Kayla was behaving.No matter how I racked my head, I could not understand why on earth she was furious. Her rage was poisonous and those blue crystals of hers glared at me, they held bitterness and hatred, all directed at me. The tension around us was sizzling, electrifying.

Why was she behaving like this? Whatever it was, I was definitely the reason for it. Fuck. It killed me to see her look at me with resentment. I didn't like it one bit. I wanted to find out what I had done to her, to fix things between us. I shook my head at that thought pinching the skin on my forehead. 

How long will I keep letting her decide my actions? How long will I keep breaking my own rules for her? Though I had barely known her for just a few hours and she had somehow started to take down those walls I had so carefully built around myself and my heart. And, the best part was she was not even doing it actively, I was the one bending my rules. My chest felt tight and constricted, making it hard to breathe. I was filled with doubts and worries, I did not know what to feel, on one hand, I was elated but on the other, I was left wondering if I made the right choice by getting married to her. 

But a part of me was afraid she would run away the moment she learned of my secrets and found the real truth about me yet I was eager to share them with her. My heart was racing, it could definitely defeat a cheetah in a race right now. My nerves were all tingling and I felt as if there would never be another face I would want to look at, another pair of lips I would want to taste. She was driving me crazy. I did not like the fact that I got turned on so much around her and she had such an effect on me. She was a sin in my blood and flesh, and I wanted to be damned by claiming her. 

It was as if my brain and body were at war with each other. And I was the one who was losing the battle. I had to stop whatever stupid emotions that were messing with my head. I wouldn't be weak for her. I hated myself for behaving like a kicked and abandoned pup.  One thought after another filled with frustration and pain raked through me as I stepped back a bit. The feeling of being so helpless angered me. 

What was I thinking and why was she capable of invoking such feelings in me? Had I not learned a lesson the last time?

I wouldn't let everything I had worked hard for go to waste because of her. A lot was at stake. My destiny and the well-being of the whole territory rested on my shoulders. As much as I tried to mask my emotions toward her, I hated the fact that I still wanted her. I hated to admit that there was something about her that warmed my heart and always had a way of stopping the darkness and beast within me.  With her beside me, there was this unexplainable wave of calmness that brushed through me.  Even my wolf who had been through misery, torture, and pain also craves for her. As much as I did. Seeing her on the stairs, curled up in the arms of one of the pack members, had shot up a hot wave of jealousy straight into my heart and a possessive, dark emotion bubbled inside me. 

Damn! She sure knew how to awaken my inner beast. 

She was a sexy siren, a diva, and an innocent maiden who did not know just how to wield the power of her beauty. It had been hard to keep myself under check after just one kiss. I had kept my distance from her but why was she affecting me so much? 

It was not as if I had not seen or been with beautiful ladies, I had seen more than the most strikingly beautiful ladies who would not think for a second and willingly shed their clothes for me. And, Kayla was behaving as if she was not affected by my presence. 

And also she had the nerve to throw a tantrum in front of me. This action of hers made me both angry and hard as fuck. I had not yet met a girl who could openly defy my orders and here I was intrigued by her confidence and also angered that she didn't want to attend the welcome party I had already organized in her honor. She was being intentionally difficult. 

I was more angry with myself that despite all this, my body yearned for her. The feelings were too overwhelming and intriguing as if a spell had been cast on me, to drive out every other thought from my head. I felt a flame of desire flare in me. I want her in my bed, writhing under me as I touch her, her moans filling the room as I kiss her and her sassy mouth takes in my cock, and she would lick off every last bit of my cum. 

What the fuck was I thinking? 

A low growl left my lips as she looked at me with those smoldering hot eyes and replied “ I would like to see you force me to attend the party.” 

Her words were grating on my skin, on my soul. In a split second, everything I had buried down earlier in my heart came bubbling outside like a volcano.