Chapter 19
Ezra starts wheezing. He is
unable to breathe because of
the pressure of Colt’s hand.
You can see the veins
popping from Colt’s arm showing how much force he is using on Ezra. Colt
suddenly lifts Ezra up by the
scruff.
This is no small feet. Ezra is
an Alpha male wolf. All
Alpha male wolves are big, unlike female Alphas who
are normal size for
werewolves.
Colt swings Ezra and throws him. Ezra crashes through a set of doors, breaking them.
But as soon as Ezra falls to the ground, he gets right back up and lunges at Colt. Colt lifts his leg up and kicks
Ezra right on the chest as Ezra jumps in mid–air
towards him. It is with such
force that Ezra whines the
moment he hits the ground and though he tries to get up, he chooses not to.
“Stay down!” Colt shouts.
Ezra does just that. I am sure
he is hurt but he obeys more
because of the commanding
and seriousness in Colt’s
tone.
Colt looks at me with frantic
eyes. “Are you okay?!”
Feeling exhausted, all I can
do is stare at him as I take in
deep breaths still in my wolf
form.
He picks me up and carries me up the stairs with ease.
He takes me to his room and
then his bathroom. He then
puts me inside the bathtub
and turns on the warm
water.
“Shift, baby girl.” He says in a
soothing tone.
I do as he says.
I whine feeling the pain of my wounds shift from place as my body returns to
human form. The moment I
have my voice back, I cry. The wounds are deep and really hurt but I will live. It is clear that Ezra was not trying to kill me though he could have even if it was by
accident.
“You are staying with me from now on.” He says as he
starts to clean my body with
a small towel.
I am not even going to argue about it. Colt was right. I
think it’s the best. Seeing
Ezra like this scared me.
After he bathes me, he wraps
me up in a towel and then
sits me on the bed where he
patches my wounds with
gauze and tape. By
tomorrow it should be much
better.
When he is done, he lays me
on the bed and covers me
with the bed sheets. Then he
lies behind me and hugs me.
“Is the door locked?” I ask
him.
I am scared that Ezra is
going to bust in through.
“Yes,” Colt says.
That makes me feel a bit
better though it shouldn’t.
It’s not like a locked door is going to stop a werewolf
from breaking it down.
“Don’t worry, I am here. And
in three days, you won’t have to worry about any of it.”
“Why is that?”
“In three days I leave for the
city. I have business there for a few days and you are
coming with me.”
“What? The city?”
“Yeah. That’s why I was
talking to my dad. I knew I couldn’t just leave you here with Ezra on the prowl. So I am taking you with me.”
“I…I’ve never been to the
city.”
“Never?” He asks.
I shake my head.
“I rarely ever go out of the pack. James went to the small
town once nearby and took me and Lauren with him but that was years ago.”
“I guess that you are doing something new with me.” As he says this, he cuddles into
- me. I have to admit, it is odd
to see him like this. Sweet
and loving. First is that no
one has ever treated me like
this and second is that since
he has been back, all I have
seen is what everyone else
sees in Colt. A stoic man who
does not show much
emotion. But when we are
like this, alone together, he is
so different. I love seeing this
side of him and I love that
am the only one who sees
this side of him.
I turn around and face him. I
see him getting close as if he is going to kiss me but I put a
hand on his chest and hold
him back.
“You…you really want to be with me?” I ask him.
“Cass, that’s what I have been telling you all this time.”
“I know but, look, this is hard
for me to understand and
accept. No one other than
James and Lauren have ever
been good to me. No one has ever really wanted me. This is how I grew up and so it is hard for me to accept this.”
“I know. If you haven’t noticed, I try to be patient.” He says and smiles. “The truth of the matter is, I am
not going to force you to be with me. I want you and I am going to show you how much. I am not giving up. But I am not going to force you. Cass, I am never going to hurt you in the way Ezra does or the way I have
treated you before. I promise
you.”
“So…you are not playing games with me…” I say.
He leans in pressing his head
on my forehead. “No. Never.”
He says.
I nod. “Okay. Then, I will…try. I won’t push you
away anymore.”
His mouth curves into a big smile and he goes in for a
kiss but I put a finger across his lip.
“Starting in three days.‘
“What?” He laughs. “Why three days?”
“Because we are leaving,
right?”
“Yes. Early morning in three days.”
“If you kiss me right now, I bet you Ezra is going to bust through those doors.”
“Let him.”
“No. As much as I dislike
him, I am tired of the
fighting, and if I am
honest…I don’t want to hurt
anyone even if he does
deserve it.”
“But you will in three days?”
I am the one who laughs now. “Well, I won’t have to
see what it does to him and
at least he can’t get to me. It’s his own fault anyway. He
wouldn’t have to feel it if he
just accepted the rejection.”
“Agree.” He says and hugs
- me.
“So I have to endure it till
Friday…” He says.
“Hey, I did not say we were
going to do anything
anyway. Don’t get any ideas
there either, Sir.”
He laughs. “You–in only
that towel–give me plenty of ideas. Some require you to have those legs of yours stretch over my shoulders.”
F**k! Why does he say things like that?!
I hide my face and smack his
shoulder. That makes him
laugh.
When he says things like
this, I imagine them in my
head and it makes me…
turned on. Werewolves have
a keen sense of smell and they can smell that shit.
“I should probably go home
and pack,” I say trying to
change the subject.
“Now?!”
“Well…I have never had to
pack like this. I don’t have
much but I don’t know what
I’ll need. I need to make a
list.
He stares at me and I can see
that he is about to laugh.
“Okay fine! It’s probably my nervousness and anxiety
kicking in. It can wait till tomorrow.” I admit.
I know it is dumb. Here I am
hurt and I am thinking of
going home and packing.
He chuckles. “It can wait.
Stay here with me.”
I close my eyes and take in a deep breath. “Mh…I do like it
here right now.”
“Then rest. Let me take care
of you now.”
I close my eyes for what I
think is just a moment but
when I open them again, it is
dark.
I lift my head up and see that Colt is lying next to me.
“I fell asleep,” I mutter.
Colt sirs. “Yeah…” He says with a groggy voice. He lifts his head up and looks at the
clock on the end table. “It’s
almost morning.”
“It’s morning?” I look at the
clock and see that it is five in
the morning.
Shit! I was knocked out.
He squeezes me settling back on the pillow but we slept for so long that I am not tired
anymore.
I turn around finding a more comfortable position facing him. He opens his eyes and
those beautiful green orbs
stare at me.
“I wish I could mark you right now.” He whispers.
My eyes go round in a wide–eye stare. “You can’t.”
“I know. I’m saying I wish I
could.”
That would fix the problem. I probably would let him but it won’t. Until Ezra rejects me or accepts my rejection, I can’t be anyone else’s mate.
The mark he gives me would just be temporary and will
just make Ezra even angrier.
Maybe he’ll go mad with
rage.
This mate bond is such a
complicated thing.
He puts his lips on the top of
my head, nuzzling my hair,
and he kisses.
Then he gets up and starts
taking his clothes off.
“Whant to take a shower with
me?”
“Nope.” I quickly say as he
dangles that sausage in my face.
He chuckles and mutters.
“Worth the try…”
“Funny.” I say with sarcasm.
When he turns around, I bite my lips unable to hide how
much I find him attractive
and how much I want him.
The man is a peace of art
even with all his scars. He is
gorgeous.
I feel lucky that this man
wants me and it scares me
because luck has never been
on my side. Deep down, I know I deserve good things
and someone like him but
my stubborn brain
sometimes tells me
otherwise.
I wrap myself back up in his sheets feeling lonely now that he is out of my sight but taking in his scent that was
left. It makes me feel at
peace but still lonely. My
eyes open and I look up at the ceiling. Something
inside of me snaps.
“How stupid can you be?” I say to myself. “Hell yeah, I’m taking a shower with him!”
I get up and walk inside the
bathroom which now has
steam blurring my vision.
I quickly take my towel off–that I had slept in- and
the gauze off from my wound. With speed, I open
the door to the shower.
Colt looks back at me with
surprise. “You…changed your
mind?”
I nod and quickly get in before I change my mind again.
“But you can’t touch me,” I tell him moving under the water and making him side–step me.
“I can’t touch you?” He chuckles from behind me
and immediately I feel his
hand on my hips.
“Colt-‘
“Relax. I am just checking
your wounds.”
“How do they look?” I ask.
“They must be deeper then
we thought. Still healing.” He
says.
Thankfully, they don’t hurt much but it feels sore.
Colt’s lips suddenly are on
my shoulder.
“Colt!”
“So…I can’t touch you, you
said?” He mutters in a husky
tone. His warm breath tickles
my skin.
“No.” I say with a stern voice.
“SHE walks in n*ked into my
shower and says that I can’t touch her…the audacity.”
I laugh at the way he talks as if he is narrating.
“Listen, Colt. I am serious. We can’t do anything.”
“I hear you, I just don’t
agree.” He says.
“Well, you can’t.”
Suddenly, he takes both my
hands and pulls them over my head, softly pressing my back against the wall. He holds my arms up with just
one hand. The action looks careless but he is actually
very gentle so as not to hurt
- me.
“C–Colt…” I whisper.
“What can’t we do?” He
whispers.
His lips start to caress my
cheeks but he doesn’t kiss.
They just softly slide on my
skin.
“No Kissing…” I say.
“No kissing…got it.” He
whispers as his lips slide
down my neck without
kissing.
I am now unable to speak.
He closes his eyes while he continues to caress my body with his lips. he reaches my chest and goes down to my breasts. His lips, parted, slide down my skin. His warm breath gives me chills as he reaches my nipples but he
doesn’t kiss. He doesn’t touch
with his hands, just his lips.
I shiver, wanting him to
close his mouth around
them. I want him to kiss lick
and suck but I told him not
to and now this feels like
torture. My skin prickles and my insides start to ache.
Letting my hands go, he finally leaves my breasts and travels down to my stomach, taking a knee and holding me by the hips. My hands
travel to his head where I
caress and tangle my fingers
in his wet hair. I am unable
to settle my breathing as my chest goes up and down.
His lips reach the bottom of
my abdomen which starts
leading to that sensitive area.
“That’s enough…” I force myself to whisper.
With hazed eyes, he looks up
at me. I can see how much
he wants me. This thrills me.
To have a man on his knees
like this. I almost feel wild.
He gets up and stands just inches away with his face staring down at me. He looks at my lips and I can see how
much he wants to kiss me.
“Just know…that in my head I
am having my way with
you.”
I start laughing and now the
mood in me completely changes.
He smiles and hugs me.
“You torturess brat.” he
mutters but he doesn’t know
that it is torture for me too. “And I am soaping you up.”
“That’s the same thing as touching me!”
“No, it’s not cause I am just cleaning you.”
I have no time to protest anymore because he is
already lathering me in soap.
I shake my head and just let
him have this.
