ELIJAHI had to control him because of our situation back then and had to take out all that pent-out energy on my tissues. Needless to say, my floor was littered with countless of them. “I want you,” I growl, my eyes flashing yellow, showing her my sincerity. It’s a primal way of communication that we shifters use. Our ancestors used this with their mates. Rena sits upright slowly, her hair cascading down her shoulder in gorgeous waves. Her green eyes flash silver for a split second before she growls back and jumps on top of me, cupping my face and claiming my mouth. Her tongue battles with mine for dominance while I feel the rough fabric of her bra press against my chest. I slip my arm behind her and unclasp her bra. I tug down the straps aggressively, impatient with need, and toss it on the floor. Her nails run down my chest, tracing my abs. The feel of her hands jolts through my senses. I hiss as I grab her by her waist and yank her closer. In the dim light of the room, my eyes
ELIJAHI don’t want her to feel any of that with me right now. I want her to know that I honor her choice to allow me to see her. To expose her vulnerable side to me. And I will make her feel safe. Her gaze lifts to meet my eyes, and I gently caress her hair. She blinks, a brief hesitation flickering in her eyes, but soon it’s replaced with pure desire. I can hear her heart thumping with excitement. “Open up yourself to me, Rena.” I say, my voice soft, full of care. “Part your legs. Let me see.” I whisper a command and she shivers. She takes a deep breath and slowly parts her legs. I lean down and tease her pussy open with my tongue while my hands pull her legs further apart. “Elijah, please!” She begs, desire thick on her tongue. I taste her sweet arousal. Look at how her pink core glistens with her arousal. Looking at it makes my cock twitch with desire. The desire to be buried deep inside her, to stretch her to her limits. My tongue circles her wet bud. “Hmm?” “Please.” Sh
ELIJAHI bend down to kiss her navel, then her chest and let the tip of my length touch her entrance. She gasps on, feeling me rub its head against her lips, coating it with her slick wetness. Her pussy throbs for me just as mine aches for her. I trail feathery kisses up her body, feeling her soft skin tense under my lips. I reach the section between her breasts and then up to her collarbone, pressing my teeth on her skin. She yells as I pierce my teeth in her skin while I shove my cock inside her entrance, opening it wide. She arches her head in a loud moan. Pleasure, pain, fear…everything consuming her eyes. My knees are inside her thighs, keeping her open. I grab her hands and pin them together by their wrist on the bed while I thrust inside her. She parts her lips and closes her eyes, moaning my name as I pound myself inside her, my thickness stretching her entrance. With each thrust, I increase the pace, going harder and faster. “I just don’t want your body tonight,” I roar
VERENA“I’m thinking of telling Ezra tomorrow,” I announce, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness. The moment the words leave my lips, a myriad of emotions flickers across Elijah’s face—shock, surprise and something else I can’t understand. His jaw clenches for a brief moment, then relaxes, but the tension remains etched in the lines around his eyes. “I won’t be staying tomorrow,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Since I couldn’t go tonight, I will have to leave as soon as the storm stops. Pack matters need my attention.” A wave of disappointment washes over me. A selfish part of me wishes he can stay tomorrow. “So you won’t be able to talk to him tomorrow?” I ask, a tremor in my voice betraying my intention to sound unbothered. “No, I won’t.” He says, his eyes watching me. A flicker of hurt flickers across his face, a subtle shift in him that does not escape my notice. I can sense the sadness in him. “I can tell him when you’re here again,” I offer, my voice soft. His eyes
VERENAHe will. With a sigh, I push myself out of bed and put on my clothes. Given how feral Elijah can be in bed, I’m glad that my clothes are intact. He used to rip off my clothes during our marriage and promised to buy me new ones. He kept his promise. And I used to love that. It made me happy knowing that he wanted me, even if it was just for my body. The memory makes my chest feel heavy. No, don’t doubt it. That was a different time. As I step out of the room and walk down the stairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickles my nose. Maria bustles around the kitchen, barking orders at the two maids who have returned to their duties today. “Good morning!” I chirp, a wide smile stretching across my face. My voice sounds definitely bubblier than usual, the events of last night still making my heart flutter. Maria raises an eyebrow as she turns towards me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You seem to be floating on air this morning,” she remarks, and her gaze flits down to the
VERENAMy heart thumps on reading his text. ‘I just asked. It was a hypothetical question.’ ‘At least you know the answer now. I’m looking forward to fucking you again.’ His text reads and I feel a tingle rush down my waist and heat pool between my legs. My heart hammers against my ribs. I stand before the mirror and with a practiced hand, blend the concealer into the skin of my neck, hiding the hickey successfully. I sigh in relief. Now, nobody will know.Tiptoeing towards Ezra’s room, I find him nestled under the covers, sleeping peacefully. He is clutching his favorite action figure against his heaving chest. A soft breath escapes my lips as my gaze falls on the floor. Scattered Lego blocks lie strewn across the carpet. As usual, he forgets to clean them after playing with them.My heart swells with relief while I pick them up from the floor and put them inside the toy box. It's a sign that he’s really back to his normal self, playing like he usually does. I am grateful that th
VERENAEzra shrugs, his small shoulders slumping slightly. He casts his gaze down at the colorful pattern of the bedspread, his playful demeanor replaced by a sudden shyness. "I know he's my daddy," he whispers, the words so quiet I almost miss them.My heart stutters in my chest, a cold wave washing over me. He knows?The scene from lunch, the way he sat with Elijah. It all makes sense. The realization dawns on me. Was this why? How could I have been so blind?A tense silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotions. My mind races, searching for the right words, the right way to handle this unexpected revelation.I planned to tell him when Elijah would be here again. But it seems that he already knows.“How…did you know, sweetie?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. My throat tightens, a lump forming that makes swallowing difficult.He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrors the ache in my heart. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, kicking his little legs back and
VERENA“Are you still angry at him?” he asks, and I shake my head.“No.”“Will you two be together?”“Do you want us to be together?” I ask, and he nods."I want to be with both daddy and mommy. Together." The simple wish echoes in my head. The corners of my eyes sting with tears. I pull him into another tight hug, the weight of his words pressing down on me. "We will be together, sweetheart," I promise him.Then I frown as a thought crosses my mind. “Sweetie, if you knew for so long, why didn’t you say anything about it?” I ask.“I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I was confused. I thought maybe he doesn't want me. So I did not say anything,” Ezra mutters under his breath, the sadness latching to his voice. His shoulders hunch, and he buries his face in my waist.“No, baby. He wants you more than anything in this world. He loves you a lot,” I whisper, stroking his hair gently.“I want to see him,” Ezra mumbles, and I hum.“You will. He is eager to see you too.”“Then why did