Iris, stop, stop, stop,' a little voice in my head begged me, but I just couldn't stop. His lips were so warm, and he tasted amazing. Kissing him was like an addiction I had developed in that very moment. Stopping was not an option. His touch was like heaven; there are no words in this world that could describe how he made me feel in that very moment. I wanted him, and I wanted him bad.
He growled as he placed me on top of the sink, making sure he still held me tightly. He didn't stop kissing me, though; his attention was still on my lips as his hands squeezed my breasts softly. I moaned as I felt the sparks on every part he touched and squeezed. I couldn't hold it any longer. I growled lowly as I was about to rip his shirt off, but the door opened, and a young girl walked in. She looked completely mortified.
Her face was tomato red, her ears turned pink, and her eyes looked as if she had seen a ghost. "I am so sorry, oh!" She bowed her head before running out, and the door slammed behind her. My mind was still hazy, but I managed to slip out of whatever trance I was in. I immediately moved away from the Alpha, taking a few more steps back closer to the door. His eyes were completely obsidian black; I hadn't even noticed.
He growled. "Don't," he said, watching me. He knew I was about to run out, and his wolf wasn't having it.
I had brought his wolf to the surface, but I didn't mean to. I wasn't thinking straight, and I was really frustrated; this was all a mistake. He just happened to be there, and my wolf has been acting completely insane.
"I am sorry," I said as I tried reaching for the door. I really thought I would be fast enough, but never underestimate an Alpha on edge. He was so fast I could barely catch my breath when he was suddenly behind me in an instant. His large hand was above my head as he held the door, and it remained shut.
I held in a moan as he breathed in my scent, his breath tickling my neck. His breath felt like perfect feathers brushing against my skin. I could feel his hard on pressing against my ass; I couldn't help but move my hips against him. He groaned as he squeezed my waist lightly, slamming my body against him a little.
I knew this wasn't supposed to happen, well not now. "Roman, please, don't," I moaned. "We can't do this right now." I tried talking some sense into him, and at the same time, I was trying to convince myself.
"Shhhh, I have got you, relax," he said, and surprisingly it was Roman's voice. His wolf wasn't in full control; this was all him. I knew that Alpha's barely had control of their wolves especially in situations like these or when they were really angry so it shocked me that Roman was fully in control. He was here all along; he wanted me this badly. I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself getting wet ...again. He had this effect on me; my body always went crazy when he was around.
I was clearly losing this battle, and it was obvious. I let his hand slide down my panties. His fingers slowly circled my clit, and I could feel myself getting more wet. I knew by now his fingers were drenched, but he didn't stop as he groaned. I moaned louder, and he went faster and faster. In a few minutes, my legs were shaking, and I was holding on to him.
He chuckled softly and kissed my mark. "There you go," he said, holding me tight. It felt so right being in his arms. I was breathing heavily, trying to get myself together.
I pushed him back a little as I realized that I had just given in. He moved back a bit but stayed watching me closely with those black eyes. I didn't get it; if his wolf wasn't in control how were his eyes like that. "What are you?" I asked curiously, forgetting how embarrassed I was at the moment.
He raised his eyebrows with a smile. "You know what I am, baby."
"Don't call me that," I said, blushing; no one has ever called me that. It felt so foreign. "And answer my question. Your wolf ...he's not on the surface; what's going on with your eyes?"
He growled playfully as he grabbed my waist easily. "Who says he's not?" he said, kissing me, and then he was gone.
I blinked. "What the fuck?" I said, looking around. I scrunched my eyebrows and rushed outside the bathroom. I looked around; he was really fucking gone! Yes, werewolves are fast but not 'that' fast. That wasn't normal; he wasn't normal.
I completely forgot about what had just happened, and I blushed as it came back to me. Roman, what was he, and how was he able to just become one with his wolf? With werewolves and even lycans, it's either one is in control or the other. When out of control or on edge, the lycan within you can completely take over and it's as if your body is possessed. You have no control over your body in that moment but you can communicate with it. In rare cases, you can have some sort of control.
With the werewolves when on edge your wolf can fight you for control and you end up doing dumb embarrassing shit. For instance, look at me, constantly doing things I would never do. The wolf is like your subconscious; it's that little voice constantly at the back of your mind. Sometimes you don't even realize it's your wolf that made you make certain decisions especially if you are a new werewolf that has just turned. Sometimes it helps having your wolf in control. Sometimes it's annoying.
Alpha Roman seemed different in a weird way. He didn't seem to be fighting with his wolf and his beast did not seem to be in control of his body. It's like he was the one in control of everything. That was very odd, and it only made me even more curious.