Chapter 5: Beyond right and wrong
Alexia's POV
Throughout today, thoughts about yesterday swam through my mind as I went about the day's activities.
“Um ma'am, we have been waiting for your input on the current situation,” Reed, one of the elders beckoned to me, pulling me out of my dazy thoughts.
“Input on what exactly?”
“We have been talking ma'am. About the insecurities that are being faced in the pack,” he reminds, furrowing his eyebrows at me..
“Um no need to worry, elder sir. I will take it from here,” Denzel interjects, winking at me. I wonder if the rest of the elders can see it. And what exactly was going through his mind to make him brazen enough to wink at me.
“Go on, young Denzel,” Reed smiled, looking more than pleased at Denzel. The word clicked in my head. Young. That was why everything I was doing now with him we're all shades of wrong.
“You know what,” I speak up, “meeting adjourned, it's getting late and I need to sleep,”
“But Denzel has just—
“Meeting, adjourned,”
I lay in my bed, twirling to thoughts about the other day. Why could I not seem to get it out of my head?
Jumping out, I decide to go grab some milk from the fridge, maybe then I would fall asleep.
As I walked past Denzel's room, which was right before the kitchen, I noticed his lights were still on and his door slightly ajar.
What could he be doing by this time, I pondered before tiptoeing into the room.
“I thought you were asleep already?” I hear Denzel ask as I step into the room.
“Uh yes, I went to grab some milk” i stutter, entering the room fully.
He has wounds all over his skin.
Wounds he probably sustained practicing with the rest of the pack
His back is turned to me as I run my eyes over his form.
“Stop checking me out will you?” His hoarse voice rings out causing with me to swallow with speed
How could he tell that I was drinking in his godlike form.
The way his biceps threatened to rip through his sleeves.
“We could have a shower, so you can get a change of clothes. Then I…I would treat your wounds,”
I squirming not daring to look up as he turned, revealing his face — that always had my heart pounding against my rib cage.
Impulsively I took a step back as he inched closer, my body acting before my brain could process things.
“This way,” I managed, pointing towards the bathroom door.
“What if we do something else?” The tone of his voice is mischievous, lighting a spark within me.
Taking a step away from him, I was willing to play his games, maybe even beat him at it,
so I turn my head slightly and flash him the glance that reads "come and get me."
I hit my back against the wall as he approaches me with a determined look on his face.
The room is faintly lit and smells like him— a mixture of oud and cigarettes.
His black tight jeans turn me on so much.
I want to grab at him, to reach for him, but not yet.
Wiggling my from his bed, I drag my legs running towards his bed and finally resting in front of it.
he walks over, his fingertips rest on my bare shoulder.
i have a low cut black tanktop on.
my neon green bra straps poke out from underneath.
instantly, his touch sends my heart into a frenzy.
I want more, but all I do is give him a sly smile and pull myself close against him.
our bodies are touching, my stomach on his.
He's hard.
I hope.
I lower my hands and find one of his belt loops and hook my finger through it.
one of my favorite things to do.
his hands go around my waist, i lift my face up to his.
our tongues swirl around.
It's a simple action, but complicated in my mind.
it stirs up any plans I had, blocking intelligent thoughts and only leaving me craving more.
I want to just rip his clothes off.
it will have to wait.
our kiss lingers, and then he pushes me backwards.
finally.
my cheeks are flushed and my heart is pumping.
he's still leaned over me, standing, but my back is against the blankets.
he's definitely hard now.
I glance up into his eyes, butterflies flutter in my stomach.
This is too much.
I run my fingers through the back of his hair, my lips against his.
I pull him closer, almost toppling him onto me but he holds his ground.
I push my hips forward slightly, just enough to rub against him faintly.
He leans me backwards and we makeout.
but thats when things get complicated.
i pull him and he falls forawrd, using one hand next to my ear to brace himself agaisnt the bed.
"Switch." i whisper, and i crawl backwards.
he lays down, i sit down on him, rocking back and forth.
a compromising position.
This way, any slight movement forward is like a grind.
a tormenting teasing grind against him, but so faint of one that it can't possible linger longer than a second.
yet it does, and our kissing is in a frenzied pattern now.
i cant take it.
Flashing him the sly smile again, my eyes wide and happy.
I gesture towards the edge of my shirt, tugging it slightly
"take it off me." My voice merely a whisper as the fabric slides over my head, messing my hair up.
my top half is half naked.
i press against him, breathing in his intoxicating scent
its comforting.
The need in my core intensified as I soon grew bored with this style.
its time to get risky.
Grabbing his hand, i pull him into the bathroom, cracking the door to light it, but not turning the light on, letting the the shower run and setting it to hot.
his eyes light up with curiosity and anxiety.
"what are you doing?"
"trying something." i reply.
i pull my skirt down and walk over to him.
i pull his shirt off, which he stays calm for.
then i hook my fingers in the waistband of his jeans and he squirms.
"breathe."
he looks at me blankly.
its the moment in which he must decide to go further or to stop.
to take the boring path or to give in to my desires.
in real life, we would stop.
it would end, we'd makeout some more, we'd put our articles of clothing back on.
but not in this story, not now that I have the opportunity to be in control.