Unruly Authority 2
“I know,” he whispered back, his warm breath fanning my face.
His heavy musky sandalwood scent had found its way to my nose, and the heat of his body made me hyperaware. We weren't touching, but even the slightest movement could change that.
“Relax,” he ordered harshly, but it sounded more addressed to himself rather than me. He was really pushing himself, or so it seemed to me.
“I am relaxed, are you?” I retorted sharply, resisting the urge to swallow the torrents of butterflies raging through my gut.
“You're icing the table,” he tilted his head to his right, his hair shifting slightly to cradle his forehead.
I was? As if to affirm it, my fingers itched with a familiar icy feeling. “You didn't answer me,” I shot back in defense, keeping my gaze locked with his deep-pooling amber pair.
“Turn it off,” he insisted.
“I can't,” I told him honestly.
“Please,” he faltered, leaning in closer to rest his arms by my side, his head hung low by my left shoulder. Both his palms were against the table, his skin mere inches away from mine as we stood.
How exactly was my apparent authority doing this to him? It made no sense. Was it the bond pulling stronger, or something else?
“There's more to it, isn't there?” My curiosity got the better of me. I deserved to know anyway, so I didn't bother holding back the question.
“I don't know why, but it feels like you're calling to me,” he began, breathy, his voice ragged.
“Calling you in what way exactly?” I looked down at the back of his head, watching pearls of sweat rolling down the nape of his neck.
“To take you, in bed. It's some form of unholy temptation pleading for pleasures I can't say no to. Turn it off, Harlyn.” The table shook, crunching as it began crumbling under his weight.
“I don't know how to,” I whispered, frustrated, biting my bottom lip as my thoughts hummed, hoping to generate some solution.
Could it be connected to what happened in the room? I had shifted once, but that didn't necessarily mean all my werewolf abilities were in order. If not my melbringer parts pulling my attention away, I should be technically learning to control my wolf.
Maybe this was my wolf finding its way to demand my attention. It saw a moment to exert itself over my melbringer abilities and switched everything on.
The hearing, the sight, the apparent authority.
I shut my eyes, taking in short deep breaths. Please, just take a step back. I echoed in my head, hoping my wolf would listen. I heard its voice once; it could hear mine too, so perhaps we could communicate.
“Alright then, little one, but you can't hide me forever.” I heard her voice again. A low growl followed, vibrating in my chest, and for a second, I felt a hunger that wasn't mine.
It caught me by surprise. I could talk to my wolf. Of course. I added that to the mental list of hybrid abilities.
I snapped my eyes open. The dull ache at the back of my head dulled. I took it as a good sign. However, Ethan was still breathing heavily beside me, seemingly unraveling.
“Did I do it?” I stuttered out in anticipation.
He slowly rose, stepping closer until our bodies met. Seemingly in the same moment, I was trying to process the sparks burning my skin at his touch, his large palms reaching for my cheeks.
“A bit too late,” he stated before claiming my lips with his and ravaging my mouth with desperate fervor.
The shock wore off faster than I'd admit as I melted right into Ethan, pushing myself against his warmth as it drove away the cold in my body. I was burning, and he was the fire swallowing me whole.
Our lips moved around each other as his hands found their way to my waist. His fingers dug into my skin as he pulled me tightly. He nibbled, he bit, moaning against my mouth like some beast tasting satisfaction for the first time.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, diving deeper into his want. He wanted me, and I could taste just how much on his tongue. I wanted him, and I wanted to find out just how much.
I'd never felt like that in all my life. Entangled in a tingly art of consumption and pleasure that rendered every piece of fabric between us a nuisance. I wanted them off, I needed to feel more of his skin.
He pulled out of his kiss, breathy, eyes clouded with unbridled desire. His lips traced their way down my neck, and my knees quivered as they met the skin on my collarbone.
He caught me just in time, his hand wrapping under my legs, hoisting me up the desk to sit. He placed himself right between my thighs, pulling my leg around his waist.
“Ethan,” his name sinfully slipped out of my mouth in a sultry tone filled with unfamiliar desperation. “Please,” I pleaded for more, and he obliged.
His teeth grazed my skin, and it burst up in sensations that traveled down my legs. My nails sunk into his biceps as I pulled him closer.
He could mark me now, and I would love it. I wanted him so bad.
Suddenly, Ethan wrenched back, like he’d been burned.
My body ran cold immediately, leaving me momentarily confused.
“What's wrong?” I asked in breaths, gently climbing down the desk to step closer to him.
My thoughts were scattered. I wasn't sure I was thinking at all. I just knew I needed him again. The heat, the weight, the growing ache he left behind.
“Ethan,” I gently reached to grab his shirt, urging him closer.
“God, Harlyn,” he yielded easily, his eyes settling on my lips, his mouth parted, flushed and moist.
“Yes?” I nodded, hoping he'd understand I wanted him to kiss me again.
“We should stop,” he suddenly uttered.