#4 Playing with Fire

The journey to Jake's house, my new home, was torture.

Sylvie had fallen asleep after a difficult day. Despite my best efforts, I found myself sneaking glances at Jake. Each time, longer than the previous. I couldn't help but admire how great he looked. I was bewitched. He knew some magic definitely.

Fuck! Our eyes met, and he smirked catching me in the act. My cheeks flamed with a fierce blush. I quickly turned my head to look out the window, pretending to be absorbed in the passing scenery. But it was already dark. My heart raced as I felt the weight of his gaze, a smirk almost palpable in the air.

Damn it all! The feelings were overwhelming. For the second time that day, my body was betraying me. My arousal was impossible to ignore. I was dripping wet, drowned in a pool of hormones. I pressed my legs together, desperate to suppress the wave of sensation threatening to consume me. The embarrassment was smothering.

The earlier kiss, that almost kiss, flashed through my mind. My insides stirred, my hands touching my lips. Why couldn’t I control these primal urges? Why was I so tempted? I was trapped in a cycle of desire and frustration. I had no control over anything anymore.

His home! Wait, his estate reminded me of the life I had once. The brilliance of the Blackmoon pack’s estate was breathtaking but nothing that got me excited. The daunting house was a monument to wealth and power, every inch meticulously designed to exude luxury and prestige. But I had expected no less from Jake, the powerful alpha of the most successful pack.

“Did you like what you see, mate?” Jake tapped my shoulder as I was searching for my bag. I looked around to find Sylvie. She was with Tyler organising our luggage.

I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. I hadn’t realized when he came so close. His hands reached for me, steadying me as I stumbled. The devil smirked infuriating me. Was he referring to the house or something else entirely? The way he looked at me intensely made it clear was unsettling.

I tried to get away from his grasp. but my heart pounded, and every fiber in my body yearned for him.

“Your scent...” he sniffed, his voice laced with an unmistakable hint of satisfaction.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved him away, my movements harsh and desperate. The internal battle was too much to handle. I needed space, distance from the man. He made me feel so exposed.

Inside, the grandeur of the house was even more breathtaking. The ceremonious hall was vast and imposing, Maybe I would have admired it more if it weren’t for Jake’s footsteps approaching. My need for a private space was more urgent.

“Where is my room? It’s an emergency,” I demanded, almost screaming.

“I’ll be back soon. Mr. Jones will show you your rooms,” he said, before retreating to his study. I didn't even know he was behind me! His sudden indifference stung. But it also brought a moment of relief. He had a life that didn’t revolve around me.

Mr. Jones, the butler, pointed me towards the stairs. I sprinted up, taking the steps two at a time. My new bedroom was vast, a stark contrast to the cozy familiarity of my old room. The modern decor was impressive, but it lacked the warmth that had made my previous space feel like home.

Overwhelmed by the emotions and desires swirling within me, I desperately needed a way to calm myself. The hot shower seemed like the perfect solution. I undressed quickly, leaving them on the floor. As the water cascaded over me, I tried to distract myself from the heat, but my mind betrayed me, conjuring images of Jake’s touch.

My hands instinctively moved between my legs, seeking release from the burning desire that had been building all day, soft moans escaping my lips as I fingered myself. I imagined Jake’s hands exploring my body, his voice calling my name with a seductive rasp. The pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that I couldn’t escape.

“Elsa!” I heard Jake’s voice again, this time sounding far away but still clear.

Panic surged through me. I quickly opened my eyes, realizing that my moans had been too loud. My heart raced as I looked for a towel to cover myself. Nothing. My clothes? Shit! I had left my clothes on the floor. I felt exposed and vulnerable. Why there is no fucking towel?

“What?” I called out, my voice cracking. I felt a wave of shame. He was outside the door, aware of my situation. He must have heard me.

“Your door was open. I assumed you would need a towel.” Jake’s voice came through, heavy with a tension that matched my own.

“Towel” I bit my lips, trying to sound calm despite the throbbing need still coursing through me.

“Hmm, mate,” Jake replied, his voice tinged with amusement. Mate! That word sent a pool of heat between my legs, spreading toward my heart and my entirety. What if he caught the scent of my arousal? Again!

“Keep it there and leave!” I whispered, gulping hard, my voice giving away my embarrassment and desperation. I needed him to leave so I could regain control.

There was no response. I waited, the silence stretching unbearably. When I finally was confident he had left, I mustered the courage to open the door a little. He had left! I saw the towel and my clothes neatly folded on the bed.

As I reached for the towel, I heard a soft, mocking laugh from outside my room. My relief was short-lived as I almost felt his presence with me here. My heart skipped a beat.

The tumultuous mixture of emotions made me question everything, leaving me in a state of confusion and longing for clarity. What were his intentions?