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DelilahI froze when Elias pressed his lips against mine. I wanted to feel his perpetually frowning lips on me since I first laid eyes on him; however, I didn’t think he’d have the courage to actually make a move. I wondered what kind of kisser he’d be. Would he be soft and take his time, or hard and ravenous. Shockingly, he was a little of both. I gasped softly when he pressed his body into mine, sending a bloom of anticipation and pleasure below. His tongue invaded my mouth, pulling a moan from me I couldn’t contain. His hand squeezed my hip painfully as his body brushed against my backside. I felt drunk when he nibbled on my bottom lip, and out of my mind when he brushed the end of the sweatshirt over my hips. His fingers burned trails into my goose-pebbled flesh as his hand explored my body. He dragged his hand up my abdomen and I cried out when he squeezed a breast and tugged the taut nipple. In a flash, I was on my back with Elias straddling me. He jerked the shirt over my h
EliasWhat…the…fuck…was my wolf thinking?After not hearing from her for almost an hour, I went to check on Delilah. I knocked on the door several times, called out her name, and became worried when I didn’t receive a response. Against my better judgment, I entered without an invitation and found my mate sleeping peacefully in the tub.My restraint lasted only a mere second before my wolf decided to take a front seat and involuntarily made me a spectator, and like the moronic, primitive bastard he was, he asked if he could taste her.I was mortified, but simultaneously intrigued to know her answer. However, I was more impressed that she recognized it was my wolf speaking to her and not me and handled him accordingly.[Earlier]“Can I taste you?”Delilah gazed at us in shock and didn’t bother to cover herself until he licked his lips. Slowly, she brought her arms to her chest and brought her knees up.“It’s cold. Will you keep me warm instead?”“I will,” he agreed readily.“That’s so g
Delilah“It’s late. You’re spending the night,” were words I never thought I’d hear from Elias Grey. Especially since he was willing to reject me less than ten minutes ago and toss me on my ass.But had he had a change of heart? Would he accept me after all, despite our age gap and my background?His thumb gently stroked my cheek, stealing me away from my chaotic thoughts. My eyes darted down to his lips, and the urge to kiss him and claim him as mine while that woman hollered from the other side of the door was maddening.“Don’t do it,” he whispered.“Don’t do what?”“Don’t do whatever you’re thinking.”“As you wish.”I abandoned the thought of kissing him and wrapped my arms around him instead. Elias stiffened upon contact, but relaxed when I pressed my head against his chest. He buried his nose in my hair and locked me into the embrace.“I do not know what to do,” he whispered.“What are you doing? Get your filthy hands off of me!” the woman outside screamed. “Elias! Elias! Let me
EliasThe scent of her blood baffled me. It was saccharine and arousing, and my canines itched to sink into her delicate flesh.Saliva pooled in my mouth as I wondered what she’d taste like. Would I go mad and feed on her like some crazed vampire?Lust struck me when the fur blanket I wrapped her in fell to the floor as she completed half of the rejection ritual. The stained and tattered dress had fallen down her chest, stopping just in time to protect her erect nipples from my lascivious gaze.My wolf longed to taste her again, and I could feel the effects of restraining my wolf. The sweating, restlessness, and confusion were starting to set in, and if Delilah didn’t leave, I wouldn’t be liable for what might happen to her.She was right. I needed to reject her ASAP.I reached for the knife, but the doorbell rang before I could get my hand on it.I swore under my breath, hoping it wasn’t Augustus coming to check on me or my father being a busybody.“You need to hide. No one can see yo
DelilahI startled awake from my nightmare and clutched my chest. My heart thumped under my palm, and sweat slicked my forehead. The crackling sound of fire and the rich, earthy aroma of sweet smoke and charred bark filled the room.I took in the room, noting the massive hearth and the large portrait of a distinguished man in a suit holding a jeweled cane. My gaze darted around the room, scanning the antique furniture and art pieces hanging on the walls.I soon realized I was sweating because I was swaddled in a fur blanket. I opened it and was relieved that I was clothed. The dress Sabrina allowed me to borrow was ripped and stained with mud and punch. The thin fabric grossly stuck to me, making my skin itch.It suddenly hit me: the girl embarrassing me in front of my classmates when she dumped punch on me, the shocked looks on Julian and Sabrina’s faces, the smarmy smirks from Anastasia and her friends before I ran out of the building in tears. I thought having punch dumped on me was
EliasAugustus stood stock still as I hovered over him in my wolf form. I was told once or twice before that my wolf looked like the devil himself. They were exaggerating, of course, but from how my best friend’s face went deathly pale, I had to wonder if they were onto something.Saliva dripped from my maw onto his shoulder, and my breath warmed his face. Augustus’s eyes stayed planted on the forest floor as a sign of respect and submission.I growled menacingly just to be an ass for all the ribbing he gave me earlier about my mate.“E-Elias…don’t do this,” he begged, voice barely above a whisper. I let him sweat it for a couple of minutes before nudging his head with my snout.I shifted and couldn’t help but laugh when Augustus collapsed onto the ground.“That’s not funny, asshole. I thought I was about to be puppy chow.”“It serves you right, and see what happens to you the next time you call me a fucking idiot,” I said, leaning against a large boulder with my arms crossed over my c
An Hour EarlierDelilah“Okay. Don’t peek yet,” Sabrina demanded, forcing me to face away from the mirror. She spent the last two hours, preening me for the mixer I was being forced to attend against my will. I had plans to finish unpacking and curling into bed with a book, but my eccentric roommate and self-proclaimed new best friend had other plans for me. “Are you ready?”“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” I said anxiously.“You sound nervous, but you shouldn’t be. Trust me; I worked my magic and you’re now one of the hottest girls on campus.”I snorted and wondered what fantasy world she was living in. There was nothing extraordinary about my looks, and you wouldn’t see a guy do a double-take when he walked by, which was fine with me because there was nothing wrong with being average.“Okay. Turn on three. One…two…three!”Sabrina whirled me around and my breath caught as I stared at myself in the mirror. I was stunned speechless. My mouth moved, but the words never tumbled out as I st
Elias I stared at myself in the mirror and curled my top lip in disgust as I tied my tie. “You’re so fucking weak,” I muttered, chastising myself for not being able to resist my student. Trying to keep my eyes off her during the assembly was grueling, and I was certain the mixer I was forced to chaperone wouldn’t be any easier. Personally, I thought babysitting adults was unfathomable, but a few mixers in the past had gotten out of hand when alcohol was involved, leading to young, destructive, entitled wolves shifting and tearing each other apart for the simplest infraction. A few years ago, a student was put in the infirmary for three days because he accidentally asked the wrong girl to dance. Her alpha mate was mate possessive and it took five guards to pull him off the poor kid. Lawsuits were filed against the academy: one by the victim’s parents for failure to protect to their son, one from the offender’s parents due to his expulsion, and another from the girl’s parents due
DelilahI pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed after examining the outfits lying on my bed. I was supposed to attend the Nocturne Academy’s Back to School Mixer in an hour, and feared that even my best outfit would look like absolute rags compared to the other girls. I could picture the girls wearing designer clothes and heels fresh off the runway, and toting handbags worth as much as a semester’s tuition.“I’m not going,” I sighed to myself.I tensed when I heard the front door to my dorm suite open.“Delilah?” a feminine, but firm voice called out. “D? Are you here?” A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “Knock, knock,” the girl I assumed to be my roommate said after rapping her knuckles against my open door.I opened my mouth to greet her, but couldn’t find the words. She was just that…striking. She was slender and tall, with pale, delicate skin like a porcelain doll and bright amber eyes shrouded behind long, black lashes. Her smile was blinding, distracting me from he