I stare into Isaac's eyes that are now a swirling dark color. I gulp down saliva as he breathes in my scent and the hungry look on his face gives everything away. Isaac abruptly places is hand on my wrist pinning it on the wall, his grip firm and tight. I wince at the pain of his grip but he does not seem to notice. Shit, how do I get out of this mess?
I see a slight flash of blue-green in his eyes, showing that he is fighting with his wolf to take control. I have some hope of getting out of this but I do not know how long he is going to keep fighting his wolf and if he is even going to fight his wolves urges. I stare into his eyes again, focusing on them only. If staring could lead you to read someone's soul, I sure would have read this boy in and out.
His dark orbs settle on my lips and I let out a squeaky noise when his hand rests above my hips. I take in his scent and feel like I am intoxicated as he literally pins me to the wall with only his body to look at. He takes in a deep breath as if trying to calm himself down but he does the complete opposite as his head bends forward and he rests it on my shoulders, breathing in my scent.
I try to wiggle out of his grip but it only becomes tighter when he notices my struggle. I silently take in a deep breath when his lips touch my skin. His hand that is on my hip glides further down and I let out a sound of pleasure when he sucks on my skin right above my shoulder. My body feels weak as he keeps placing urgent kisses below my jaw and my neck. I crumble down in his touch as his lips send waves of ecstasy soaring through my veins.
His hand finds its way beneath my shirt as his other hand holds me in place, I let out a loud moan when his lips suck on my shoulder blade and his canines scrap my skin. His hand leaves alluring patterns my skin as it glides up underneath my shirt. My hands involuntarily find themselves in his hair, the texture of his hair in between my fingers makes me yearn for more. I absent mindedly grind my hips against hip.
I gasp when I feel the protruding feel of his growing budge grind on my thigh. The action itself brings back my senses and I let out a horrified gasp when I finally notice how heated this has become. How did I get so lost and give in to his touch? I muster as much strength as I can and push against his chest.
He stumbles backwards, caught off guard. I take the moment to take in a free batch of fresh air and look up at Isaac’s eyes that have grown darker because of lust and his wolf’s control. He stares back at me with those deadly eyes and takes a step forward but I stop him with my hand, telling him to stop.
"Isaac. Listen to me, please." I plead. I feel I slight sting in my eyes. How could I get so lost and let this become more than is wolf on edge. "Please, you can fight this." I say, trying to get the point across. "Just look into my eyes. You are strong. Okay?"
He lets out a loud growl but I do not flinch or even think of moving an inch. I continue staring into his eyes. I will have to face this alone and stop him. I know that he would definitely regret the aftermath of all of this if I do not stop him, it is better to end here when things were getting too steamy. I do not want to go deep into the heat.
How the fuck am I supposed to deal with a lust filled wolf right now.
"Isaac." I say, coming out as a whisper. "Look at me. My eyes." I say, well mostly command.
He stares into my eyes and I take the opportunity to take a step closer to him and cup his face in my shaky hand but my hand is still seemingly small only embracing his cheek. A million jolts of electricity shoot up my body. How does the littlest of contact with him have so much of an effect on me?
I caress my thumb on his cheek in an attempt to calm him. He lets out a sound, more of a purr. So he likes that. I place my other hand in his hair. I run my fingers through his hair, messing it up but in my defense his hair is naturally tousled which makes him look even more attractive to the human eye and most of the creatures that grace the earth.
I stare into his eyes as they suddenly change from the deep dark color to their normal blue green color. I sigh when he lets out a deep breath and looks at me with a sad smile.
His back.
He looks at me for a while as if he cannot believe that I am still here until he lets out a loud sigh. I stare back into his eyes that a filled with dread and guilt.
"I'm sorry." He apologizes. "I just don't know.......my wolf got out of control...." He says letting out another sigh.
"It's fine." I assure him with a small smile.
"Really?" He asks as though he didn't believe it.
"Yes. Well at first I was shaking in my boots well actually slippers." I say while laughing, trying to clear up the tense air.
A small smile tugs at his lips making me jump on the inside. Why? I also don't know why I'm jumping internally. He lets go of my arm and turns around to walk away before I know what I'm doing, I'm holding Isaac's arm. He slowly shifts his head to look at me.
He looks at me with a confused look on his gorgeously chiseled face. I know he has read my mind but he seems like he is not in the mood to comment about it. Is there something wrong?
"Where are you going?" I ask, the only thing that crossed my mind as an excuse for holding his wrist.
"Upstairs." He answers, bluntly.
“Why? It's Friday and the day is almost over." I whine.
"What are you suggesting?" He asks, not interested.
"Come on. I'm going to have to go home on Sunday, so at least fulfill your promise." I say. I do not want to be in my....his room forever. Even watching Netflix is starting to eat at my nerves.
"Um.... what do you want to do?" he asks, sounding unsure of what I was proposing.
"Watch a movie perhaps, or maybe actually, you make me dinner." I grin.
"Mm....I see what you want Aleisa." He says with a smile at least not that bluntness before. Fuck. He should say my name often.
"Come on.....you promised to prepare defuckinglicious food for me." I say with a smirk.
“Fine let's go to the kitchen." He huffs and walks over to the kitchen.
I stare at the mess in the living room and shake my head before following behind him. “Can I help?” I ask with a smile and he looks at me with a perfectly raised eyebrow.
“Sure.” He shrugs and hands me an apron.
I walk behind the counter and join him. He gives me a few instructions and a smile spreads on my face as I navigate my way through the kitchen and help him when mixing some of the ingredients and finding them. A vibrant laugh escapes from him as I tell him about the chicken talk when he asks me to fetch an egg.
After a while, he finally places the plate full of food on the table. I do not waste precious time as I shove food in my mouth.
"Stop going all bulldozer mode on the food. I know I'm a fucking excellent cook but the food doesn't deserve such a horrible ending." Isaac says as he takes slow spoonful’s of his food.
"God please. Don't flutter yourself. You ain't that good." I say, still munching on the extremely deliciousness of the food. He is a great cook but I am not going to say that out loud whether he can read my thoughts or not. I do not care. “Plus this is also my masterpiece not yours only.” I add with a playful smile.
"Oh please. I can make crappy shit taste like magic." He says smugly. “And you horrible chicken talk did not the food taste better.” He comments and I gasp dramatically.
"Ha-ha. Oh please." I exclaim, sarcastically.
Before I can say something else a loud moan escapes my mouth. Fuck the delicious food on this plate.
"Your moan doesn't seem to agree with your words." Isaac lets out with a smirk.
"Shut up asshole."
An evil mischievous grin appears on his face. "Do you know another fact about moans? I can make you moan like that but louder."
"Oh god. To hell with your shitty crude comments." I say to him while laughing.
This is weird but comfortable. It is weird how he was holding me, lustfully a few minutes ago and he is now teasing me over something that he had definitely proved a few minutes back. It is also comfortable how we are eating and laughing over a crude remark.