Make Me Forget
Erik and I head out of the study leaving our parents behind. My body feels like a shell, like I'm not myself. Feeling out of sorts is one thing, but I'm feeling empty.
My whole life I knew I had a purpose to fulfill. I was sure that purpose was to be the next Zeta of the Blood Moon Pack. Now I'm getting the sense that's not my true path.
How can I be Zeta, Luna, and a Hybrid? It's a little too much for one person to handle, let alone an 18 year old girl.
As we reach the 3rd floor stairs, which is the Alpha Wing, I turn to say goodnight to Erik.
"So, I guess I'll see you in the morning?", I start to rise on my tip toes to kiss him, but he scrunches his brow and pulls away.
My heart shatters. Why did he pull away? Is he afraid of me? Will he...reject me?
"Baby, stop! I'm not going to reject you.", he assures me. This mate bond is tricky, you can't hide anything from your mate.
"I'm just wondering why you are trying to tell me goodnight. You're sleeping in my bed.", he states this as if it's a fact.
"I am?", my eyebrows touch my hairline in surprise.
"Yes, you are. You clearly shouldn't be alone right now. Being in my arms when you try to sleep will ease your mind. Trust me, it will help you fall asleep and stay asleep easier."
"In fact, I want you to move into my room."
It's not a question but a statement.
"Erik, we aren't marked yet. Shouldn't we wait until after the ceremony?"
"Give me one good reason why we should wait?"
He's got a point. We are mates after all, even if we haven't marked each other yet. I also do like the idea of every she-wolf smelling me on Erik. They'll know he is mine.
"Ok, fine. I'll bring my stuff tomorrow.", a small grin appears on my lips.
He pulls me close and leans his head down to whisper against my lips, "Good girl."
He licks my bottom lip playfully and I can't help the shiver it sends down my body.
'Wow, I felt THAT.'
Erik guides me to his room and opens it for me. He has his arm out in a "ladies first" gesture. I chuckle lightly before walking past him. He follows behind me and closes the door, locking it.
When I hear the lock click, my heart starts to race. I'm suddenly not so tired anymore. Without him even touching me my skin feels warm in anticipation.
He comes up behind me and stands inches away. I see him reach with his right hand to move my hair away from my neck. He slowly and deliberately moves it to my left shoulder, giving him full access to my marking spot.
I feel his hot breath first. It's intoxicating and distracts me from the last hour of emotional turmoil. He softly kisses me, I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning.
Then he deepens the kiss, his tongue moves devilishly over my skin. My hands grasp him from behind when the moan he demands bursts from me.
I can feel the smug grin on his lips as he says, "Did you really think I was going to let you keep that moan to yourself?"
His mouth moves to my ear, "You know I can't allow that baby girl."
The tone of his dominance makes me want to do anything he says. I just want to escape the last hour of my life. I want to be on that dance floor with him again.
Feeling him lead me as only he can. His hands caress my arms as he nibbles my ear. The scent of my arousal fills his room instantly and he chuckles.
"Mmm, tell me what you want baby.", his whisper in my ear sends a massive wave of desire to my core. I can feel my panties rapidly becoming wet.
"I want you to make me forget the last hour.", I say breathlessly.
His right arm encloses me to him, "How about we take a shower? And I'll help you forget for a little while?"
That sounds like a perfect idea; I nod my agreement. His hands begin pulling my shirt up, his fingers graze my skin leaving little scorches in their wake.
I lift my arms up as he pulls the shirt over my head. His right hand glides gently down my spine, I swear he is trying to tease me to death.
"You are so perfect...", he whispers seductively against the back of my neck.
His hands then reach at the shorts on my hips. Hooking his thumbs inside he pulls them down with my panties. I step out of them, one foot at a time.
After tossing my shorts aside, he remains on his knees behind me. His hands begin to caress my legs, starting at my ankles. The sparks igniting on my skin make me roll my head back.
A moan slips out of my lips as Erik then kisses my left calf. His tongue is tasting my flesh and it awakens the ache in my core again. Leisurely he trails more kisses up my leg.
His hands keep caressing me, my body feels as if it could combust from my wanton desires.
His kissing stops as he reaches just below my ass, "Should I stop?"
The question nearly makes me weep, "No, please Erik. Don't stop."
Immediately his lips return to my skin, this time he kisses my left cheek, then runs his tongue over the kiss. My toes start to curl in anticipation.
He brings his right hand between my legs, teasingly slow he makes his way to my wet folds. The groan that is torn from me is laced with so much lust it sounds more like a growl.
Chuckling at me he says, "Mmm, you are so wet for me baby girl. That's good...I want you dripping for me."
His fingers begin to spread my folds and he easily finds my clit. He takes his time playing with my throbbing button, massaging and taunting me. My moans are unrestrained as my heart pounds harder, my breath catching. He is torturing me.
And I want more.
"Erik please... I need..."
Without warning he removes his fingers from me and stands on his feet. His left hand fists my hair and he pulls my head back. He hungrily takes my lips, devouring me. His right hand goes to my throat, I am completely at his mercy.
My life is in his hands, and strangely I feel safer than ever. He could snap my neck if he wanted to, yet I have never felt more secure. He loves me as much as I love him, if not more. His hold of me speaks of longing and fierce protectiveness.
His tongue is demanding over me and I melt against him. The Alpha blood in him is running wild in his veins and I feel it through our bond. He craves dominance over me.
I never realized how much I want to submit to him. Following orders has always been natural to me, but with Erik it goes so much deeper than that.
I crave his power over me. It empowers me, giving me a feeling of absolute tranquility. His fortitude is addictive, I have to have more of it.
He breaks our kiss leaving me panting and soaked between my legs. I actually whimper at the loss of his mouth.
"Come on baby love. Time to shower.", his wicked grin is back and I want to bite his lips.