Elara's POV
His fingers go through the narrowness of my back like he's trying to draw a line, to separate my body into two halves so one part stays with him. "You don't seem okay?"
A wild smirk is in his face. His fingers relax on the start of my panties. But he stops at this point. I know I shouldn't be in this position with him, but that doesn't mean I want him to stop. We've gone too far.
"I'm asking if you're okay," he says with all seriousness on his face.
Maybe I should ask him to stop. But I don't.
I nod, but his serious look starts to make sweat pop out from my sweat glands. It increases the wetness between my legs.
"Our consummation," he says. "We should have our consummation as mates… if you're okay with it."
My mouth is short of saliva. It's urging me to stop this moment, bringing to remembrance that Velora wouldn't want this. But sudden lust and attraction are already taking the lead on me.
Is this still about his scent?
"I know you are, right?" His face is closer to mine. "I know you're ready for this."
"This… this consummation is done between werewolves…"
"Yes."
"But I'm human."
He makes me stand on my feet. "And I know your undies are already wet." He wraps his hands around my waist. "The scent of Vanilla is strong down there."
He lets me be so I can think without his touch influencing my mind, but it feels like I'm already trapped in tension. Tension and release. Or tension with a strong mix of pleasure.
"This isn't just about the pleasure that comes along with it," he continues, his hands by his side. "It is something much more than that—our connection with each other."
He sits on the bed, just looking at me. He is too patient to not touch me in order to speed up the process of this consummation he is talking about. I notice he doesn't seem moved even after claiming it is something important.
"Does this have to be a sex-like connection?"
"Yeah." He takes off his shirt.
"You didn't tell me of the dream you had… You said it concerned me."
He stands up again. "Don't do this."
"Don't do what? You should tell me about it." A slight frown appears on my face. "If you say it concerns me, then spill the beans about it."
"No." His time is flat, except his eyes hold more seriousness. "I'm cursed but still an Alpha… Not an ordinary Alpha, so my dreams are most times real."
"Then say it."
"It's not a good time to say it. I'm not saying it."
He pulls me closer to himself, and this time, I am sure he won't release me, except when his body gets a release. Ahh… the thought of that makes me drip more, my juices escaping the confines of my undies to touch my thighs.
"My time is almost up," he says so close to my ears that his breath touches my neck.
"Your time… hmmm…"
"You know, becoming feral."
"Oh… hmm…"
He starts with my zip, but he is clearly not in a rush, even if I so much desire that he should be. He pulls the zip down, but doesn't start to take the gown off. Why the wait?
I've reached a point I can't come back from.
"Elara," he calls me. "I need to make the best of this moment."
He goes to the wardrobe inside the room, opens it and brings out a small jar. If I am right about what is inside, it is oil. He is going to use this oil on my body.
I wonder if he also uses it on Lyra, his supposed lover before he calls me his mate.
Why do I even care about that?
He pours the oil on my hair while my gown is still on but zip loosened.
"It's meant to spice up this moment." He winks at me. "And remember." His lips come close to my hair and I keep my neck in a slanted position. "Leave all your doubts, problems, and worries aside."
I just keep nodding.
The oil drips from my hair, to my shoulders, to my boobs, flows down to reach my undies, and touches my pussy lips.
"Hmm… Yes." It is hard to conceal my moan.
Then his hands resume work. He gropes my boobs, kneading them like he is mixing a dough meant for bread, but also making sure his thumb fingers rest on my nipples.
He does this for an amount of time I fail to take note of.
He goes on to pull off my gown, exposing my skin glistening as a result of the oil he's poured on me. He lets the gown fall to the floor, and urges me to walk out of it. The last piece of clothing left on me is my undies.
His bare chest presses against my boobs, and I wrap my hands around his shoulders, cherishing every bit of this moment.
As for my undies, he doesn't rush to pull it off.
The index finger of his right hand finds its way to it.
"Cassian… Cassian… hmmm…"
My sealed lips are unable to trap the moans from escaping.
"Pleasure and connection in a hundred folds," he says, his fingers doing slow circles around my clit. "And the end result is consummation."
"Don't stop…"
But he lets go of me instead. My legs are weak and shaky. It's torture for him to take a pause.
He takes off his trousers and shirt, and his eyes and hard length are strongly facing me. He makes me lie on the bed while he crawls slowly, building an anticipation I've never imagined existed.
When his fingers touch my toes to create a tingling, a loud bang comes from the door.
Not again.
Who the hell is that?