ELARA
He didn’t hesitate. One pull and the fabric that clung to gave way beneath his hands, the sound of it tearing through the silence. My breath caught as his fingers traced the bare line of my shoulder, slow and rough, like he wanted to morize every shape of .
My hand rested on his bare chest until he was done stripping naked.
Before I could think, he lifted effortlessly above the ground, and set down on the bed. The air between us was thick with heavy tension and exhilarating spark, too heavy to think properly.
His gaze ran over , unashad, deliberate, like every inch of was sothing he’d been starving to see. As if he wanted the very image of it to stamp on his brain.
He dropped gently on the bed, my body bouncing off the surface of it a little.
"You’ve never let anyone this close, have you?" he asked quietly, his voice carrying that dangerous promise that made my pulse race.
I couldn’t answer. I just shook my head.
"Would you like to fuck from the back then? It has this more crazy feeling you’ve never felt before."
He said it like he was explaining one of those stupid courses you stumble on at college that needs dissecting to understand.
Then I nodded again without thinking twice. His lips curved into a dark smirk. "Then let show you what it ans to feel my cock deep inside you. You’ll learn"
He twirled on my side, the room seed to blur at the edges as he leaned closer, his breath brushing my skin, a warning and a strange want all at once.
Before I could process anything, his fingers pushed inside , two at once, rubbing, teasing until I was dripping, only then did his hard length slamd into .
"Hardin!" I gasped, my voice trembling between pain and pleasure. I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop or never stop at all. My body was betraying , moving with his, lost in the rhythm that made the world blur around us.
"Do you feel it?" he murmured against my ear, his voice rough and heavy with all the dark desires.
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper. "I do." the wave of pleasure scattering all over my body.
His hands gripped my waist, steady and firm, holding like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let go. Every touch of his sent shivers racing down my skin, a wild mix of ache, fire, and sothing deeper I couldn’t explain.
As he thrust deeper, I could only cling to the sheets, to him, to anything that could ground as the feeling built, wave after wave until I could hardly breathe. My heart thudded in my chest, each beat echoing his.
"Hardin..." I whispered again, my voice trembling this ti.
He leaned close, his breath brushing against my skin, hot and ragged. "You drive insane, freckles," he whispered. "Completely insane."
I felt him in my stomach, reaching the deepest part he’d never reached before. My walls finally slimd, reaching that peak.
"Are you cuming already?" he asked with his ragged voice.
"Yes," I said quietly.
That was when he pulled out, twirling around again, this ti pinning my back against the bed, then his arms grabbed my waist pulling closer until my waist reached his.
And when our eyes t, everything else disappeared, the anger, the tension, even the fear. There was only us, tangled in that fierce, impossible pull that neither of us wanted to deny anymore.
Then he slamd in one last ti pushing farther, and deeper until he withdrew, spilling his juice on the sheet, his weight resting on with a brutal groan coming from deep inside his stomach.
After lying there, wrecked under the weight of everything that just happened, our breaths tangled, hearts still beating like they shared the sa rhythm, Hardin finally pulled away.
He disappeared into the next room, and a few minutes later, ca out with his hair damp and droplets sliding down his neck.
"We need to leave now," he said flatly, like the tenderness we shared minutes ago had vanished into thin air.
Great. Hardin’s grumpy mode was back.
"Take a quick shower and let’s move."
I almost scoffed. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to yell at him or just give in, but in the end, I obeyed. Ten minutes later, I was dressed and ready.
On our way out, I saw the missed calls flashing on my phone screen, all from my father. I ignored them, sliding the phone into my pocket just as another call ca in. Gina.
Before picking up, I realized sothing. "Wait. What about my truck, Hardin? I’m not leaving it here in Vale, am I?"
"No, you’re not," he replied casually, already hopping into his car.
"Then how am I supposed to get it back? It’s still at Jeremy’s place. You didn’t even let take it yesterday."
I slid into the front seat next to him.
"I know," he said calmly, starting the engine. "But we’re taking my car anyway."
"Why?" I asked, frowning.
"Nothing. I just told them to tow it away."
I froze. "You what?"
He said it so casually, like it was no big deal. This had to be a joke.
I spent half my entire savings getting that truck, my poor, loyal, barely-breathing truck, only for one grumpy, rich fella to tow it away like it was nothing?
Unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.
"That truck looked like it crawled back from the dead. Honestly, I don’t get who still drives sothing like that."
"You’ve got to be kidding ." I said in a deadly calm way.
"Well, it’s your choice to believe ," he added, not even glancing my way.
"Excuse , that’s none of your business! You had no right to touch my truck..."
My phone buzzed again, cutting off.
"Just pick your call," he muttered, completely unfazed.
I grumbled, pressing the answer button. "Hey, Gina," I said quickly, trying to calm my voice even though my blood was still boiling.
"First, I’m gonna deal with your ass later for what you did," Gina said breathlessly, "but right now, I’m too happy to even get mad at you."
I blinked. "Okayy?" I dragged suspiciously.
"There’s this insanely hot guy in our room right now! I swear, Elara, he’s perfect in every way, and I think I finally found the man of my dreams." She squealed like she’d just discovered heaven in human form.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Gina. Who’s the guy?"
"Are you being serious right now? That’s how you sound after I just told you I found my soulmate?"
"Just cut the crap, girl. I don’t even know who you’re talking about, and besides, I’m on my way ho already."
"Then drive fast. I’ll go make him sothing to eat since he ca from a long trip."
Just like that, she hung up. Great. Honestly, I don’t know what to do about her case anymore. Gina might be the quiet type but she goes crazy when she thinks a guy is her soulmate. If I count well, whoever she was talking about makes it the fifth soulmate she found between last month and now.
"I bet your friend’s talking about Aaron," Hardin muttered, his eyes still on the road. "He’s probably found his way to your house already."
I didn’t respond, but my stomach twisted.
How the hell did Aaron even know where I lived? Then again, it wouldn’t take him long. For a werewolf, tracking soone was child’s play. So, I’m not surprised Hardin was driving all the way without asking for a single direction.
The rest of the drive was silent. When Hardin finally pulled up at my gate, I let out a long breath.
Ho sweet ho. Finally away from the heavy air of Vale.
Hardin shut his door, but I didn’t wait. I marched straight to my apartnt, ready to unleash every ounce of frustration I had left, especially if Aaron was still inside.
I pushed the door open without knocking.
Then I froze instantly.
Silas?
What the hell was my ex-boyfriend doing here?
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