This kiss was different from the kiss at the ice rink. It was more burning and demanding. A possessive trace that has my inside binding and my skin burning for more. It was the kind of kiss that literally steals your breath away.
I felt his hands touch my side before it meandered underneath my shirt. His touch against my bare flesh was like adding fuel to fire. A moan slipped from me, his fingers dug into my flesh in silent imprint, pulling me closer to his lower body. I squirmed underneath him, wanting to some kind easing from the ache inside of me.
When I finally found the spot, which was right where his hard member was I let out a throaty pleased sound. I heard him growl lowly and a shudder ran through my body. He began rocking his hips and I literally died at how good it felt. My hands moved to grab hold of him, but he seized my wrists and pinned them above my head.
“Amelia, we have to stop.” He broke our kiss long enough to breathe out a sentence, but I wasn’t having any of it. I went back for his bruised lips like a starved woman. He groaned in defeat and kissed me back. His tongue slipped in and intertwined with mine with no hesitation.
His words didn’t register. All I wanted was for him to keep kissing me. It makes me forget about everything else other than him. When his lips touched mine, he was the center of my world.
A minute later, I felt him pulling back but mine followed.
“Amelia, you’re not ready.” He pulled back again to stop me.
I pulled in my bottom lip between my teeth and biting it hard because he was right. I wasn’t ready. My emotions got the better half of me.
His eyes dropping to my lips and I can see his eyes darkening and swirling with barely uncontrolled desire. The hard evidence nestled and hotly pressed between my legs was evidence he wanted me but not the sexual frustration was what brought me to tears.
It leaked from the corners of my eyes and down my cheeks. There must be something seriously wrong with me. My emotions are flying all over the place. I couldn’t put a pin on it. This wasn’t me.
His eyes softened, and he used his thumb to wipe away my tears while cradling one side of my cheek, “It’s not that I don’t want to do it. God as my witness knows how badly I want to.”
I let out a soft embarrassed laugh, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I am normally not this emotional. I don’t feel like myself at all lately. It’s like I have jumped into a different dimension.”
He sighed and moved to brush his lips lightly across my forehead affectionately. I inhaled his masculine woodsy scent and it was like a warm blanket fell over me. He shifted to his side and pulled me along with him. One arm sneaking underneath me and the other turning me towards his chest. Together we laid side by side.
“I know all this have been overwhelming. I am surprised you are not backing out of it yet. I can see how crazy all this sounds.” He told me honestly.
“Madly insane.” I muttered my agreement.
I felt him grin above me and his arms tightened around me, “I am happy you decided to stay. I am happy you are giving me a chance.”
“Tell me more about this werewolf thing.” I lifted my head from underneath his chin to look at him. I need a distraction other than the thought that had been running around my head which involved a very hot man holding me. He glanced down to meet my eyes.
“There are other packs in Alaska besides mine.” He started.
“Really?” I asked. How many werewolves are there?
He nodded, “We blend in with humans by working the jobs in the towns and cities. In Alaska, it’s quieter. Not a lot of commotion or nosy people and nice landscapes for us to live in. Higher ranking wolves work higher jobs such as policemen, doctors, government officials, business managers, and so forth. Lower ranking wolves tend to pick up smaller jobs.”
It makes me wonder how many werewolves I had encountered and went on with my life not knowing, “How many packs are here in Alaska?”
“There’s a total of four. We divided it by cardinal direction. The packs name is Kavik, Cupon, Eska, and Kayuh.” He explained patiently.
“What is your pack name?” I asked.
He smirked while still looking at me, “My pack name is Kavik. My pack span across Northern Alaska.”
The fire in the fireplace crackled and I sighed, feeling sleep coming on faster than a hurricane. My arms tightened around his midsection and I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck where I can inhale his scent and feel him breathe against me. He must have noticed because he adjusted his position again to make me more comfortable.
Laying in his arms, it made me felt something I never thought I will feel. It was security and warmth. It was a sense of belonging and already I knew that it will be hard for me to leave him. His past mate flashed in mind and I couldn’t help but wonder…
“Did you love her?” I asked. “During the time she was alive—did you love her?”
He didn’t respond back right away, “I did. Anastasia was my soulmate. When I first saw her, I knew she was mine. We both were werewolves, so it wasn’t hard for us to fall for each other.”
“But it’s different with me.”
He chuckled softly, “Yes, it is.”
His hand came up to smooth back my hair in a comforting manner lulling me to sleep. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply.
“Tell me about her.” I asked, needing to know a little bit more.
He exhaled slowly, “Anastasia looked exactly like you. Platinum blonde hair that reminds me of the moon and stars. Pale, porcelain skin that almost makes you look fragile. Her eyes were the color of green forest just like yours. When I first saw you, I thought you were her, but it was impossible because I saw her dead body and buried it. The first thought that came to my mind was how was it possible…”
“Is that why you approached me that night at the bar?” I asked sleepily with a yawn.
“I approached you because I was drawn to you and I wanted to know who you are.” He answered. “But you are different from her. Your personality is what makes you two distinct. Ana was timid and obedient. The person I was with her is not the person I am now. So, in all fairness, I have changed as well.”
“You said she died five years ago?” I asked, and I felt him nod against me.
I yawned, feeling sleep finally winning the fight but mumbled, “That’s so weird, five years ago I was…”
I waited for her to fall asleep. Holding her almost like I was afraid of letting her go. It felt so right to have her here. My heart was content, and my wolf’s protectiveness rolled through my body. He was whipped and adored our little mate completely. I can feel his agreement that she was different from Anastasia. I can also feel his relief and his grief over Ana. He will always love her, but he also loves Amelia.
Carefully as not wake her, I swept her up into my arm. She instinctively snuggled closer to me. Her face buried deep in the crook of my neck.
Instead of carrying her to her bedroom, I carried her to mine. I must admit, it was hard being away from her at night. It felt right to have her here with me. When I laid her down on the soft deep red silk, she let out a soft sigh and reached for me unconsciously.
I didn’t tell Amelia this but when I had first seen her, I thought she was Anastasia. I told myself that night that the reason why I approached her was only to find out if she was Ana. When I found out she wasn’t, I immediately left. I went home telling myself over and over that she wasn’t my Ana and couldn’t be my mate.
However, I found myself coming back to her—driving to her town and following her around. I am not ignorant. I knew what was going on between us, but it didn’t make it any easier.
Each time I saw her and each time we spoke, I found myself unable to resist the bond a little more each time. I didn’t realize how far I have gone until I realize I was in too deep.
I felt her snuggle further into my bed and I pulled the deep red duvet over her body. She sighed and fell asleep.
I recalled what she said before she fell asleep. Five years ago, she was in a car accident. When I had asked her, what happened. She had sleep talked and told me she was angry at her dad for leaving her. She tried to kill herself, but she ended waking up in the hospital. A small sad pout marring her face with her eyes closed with sleep.
I wasn’t ignorant to the length of years. Anastasia died five years ago. The timing of her accident couldn’t be a coincidence could it?
I walked out my bedroom and went to seek out Elder Abraham. I wanted more answers because not everything was lining up yet. Hopefully, he has done more research to give me more information.