Dark Hunger

Elize heard a roar from the room. Scared as hell, her chest seized as her brain started deciphering different scenarios. Did someone attack them again? Did they find out that she was a vampire? Was Caleb under attack? Was Caleb fighting with all of them outside the door? The roar was like a battle cry mixed with pain and something she couldn't point. 

She rushed out, opened the door with a bang and found Caleb kneeling on the floor in front of her. "What the f—" she rasped with wide eyes and body movements freezing momentarily. She was speechless and blinked rapidly to process what she was seeing. Finally, her mouth fell to the floor. 

Caleb was sitting on the floor, his cock was swollen, the crown thick with it. He was stroking his shaft up and down, up and down, his body stiffened. He had thrown back his head and roared. "Fuck! Elize!" His mind had gone blank and then seed ejaculated wave after wave of pure rapture, from his shaft and he bellowed uncontrollably. Finally, when his release settled, with a whimper, he collapsed on his hands and bent down, his head hung down and his breath shallow. His heart was thundering. He hadn't had this kind of a release in ages. 

And Elize watched him releasing, her eyes transfixed on his cock, her face flushing like the heart of flame. All her thoughts of him being attacked were replaced by embarrassment. She had rushed out of the bathroom feeling extremely worried about him, and here he was. Bloody wolf! He was sitting in front of the bathroom, stroking himself? 

With a chuckle, Caleb raised his head. His eyes were sexily half-lidded. He said, "I couldn't help it. This was dedication to all those curves I got to see so closely." 

Elize blushed to the root of her hair. The man was shameless as hell. She bit her lip trying to look anywhere but at him. Her chest heaved just like his and then an emotion crept its way into her—pride. She could make him come like that without even touching. Imagine what he would do, when she touched him. Wait, what? Why would she touch him? And what did he say? Dedication to curves? Elize took a shaky breath and then walked past him to wear her clothes. Thankfully all the curtains were tightly drawn and there was no light seeping in. She sauntered to the wardrobe and then took out a lavender silk shirt and a black pants. 

She could still feel his heated gaze upon her as the man rose from his place following her with that arrogant smile which she wanted to wipe off. 

But Elize became even more bold. She wanted to teach him a lesson for worrying her and then she came out to find that he was stroking himself? She dropped her towel on the floor and bent down slightly to shimmy in her thongs. She heard a thud on the floor. Caleb was on his knees again. She took her time to wear the thong. The bastard had bought only thongs for her. Her bra—just two triangles to cover her tits, left nothing for imagination. She turned to look at him with what she wore and said, "Who in their right mind buys this kind of stuff?" 

Caleb was on his knees, rubbing his mouth with one hand. "Only this was available," he said, staring at her, and holding himself with every possible thread of willpower he had. "I will go and buy more with my money!" she declared and then turned to wear the shirt. She shimmied in her pants just as slowly as she wanted to. And once she wore them, she was surprised as to how she filled them so well. Earlier she was so skinny and pale, and now there was a magical transformation in her. 

Yesss… you look good… The voice inside hissed. Elize sucked in a sharp breath. She dismissed the voice and went to brush her hair. 

"Your money?" he asked with a frown. 

"Yes, the one in my purse," she rolled her eyes and then jerked her head towards her purse. It was there but— she walked to check it and found that other than her passport and phone and other essential stuff, there was nothing. "Where's my wallet, my cards?" she shouted. 

"Wallet?" he raised his eyebrow. "I burned everything. I didn't know that your wallet was in it." 

"What? Are you mad?" she said with her hands on her hips. 

The wolf went to the bathroom after cleaning the mess he had created on the floor, to take a bath. When he returned with a towel wrapped on his waist and one hanging across his shoulders, he found that she was still very angry. She was sitting on the bed, glaring at him as if she would combust him by merely seeing him. His cock grew semi hard, enough for her to see. As she averted her gaze, blushing like morning sun, he chuckled and went to the table to fetch his wallet. He took his black card out and said, "You can use this." 

She narrowed her eyes. He was giving her his black card, which she knew had no transaction limit. Her self-respect kicked in. "No!" She refused, clenching her jaw. 

As if understanding her emotions, he said, "You can pay me back. Consider this as borrowing." 

Her demeanor softened. She blinked her eyes, considered his proposal for a moment and then said, "Okay." 

Caleb handed her the card with a smug smile and a sigh of relief that he didn't let out. She was just too cute and stubborn and beautiful and mulish and… his mate. He turned back to wear his clothes and did exactly what she did. He dropped his towel on the floor and let her watch him. His muscles bulged when he heard an audible gasp and he simply pulled his forearm up to pop a muscle.

Elize stuttered in an embarrassingly throaty voice, "Wh— when do we plan on le—leaving?"