Caught🌶️

‘November 24th, 2017’

‘Lumen’

Eve

“I’ll let go when you ~answer my questions~,” Zachary said through clenched teeth. His hands were tightening around my shoulders, his face just inches from mine.

I didn’t have time for some Beta to try and intimidate me, not while the Morgan sisters were unsupervised at a high school party.

“I’ll give you one last chance,” I said, and my tone held my only warning.

“You’re not giving out the chances here,” Zachary growled back.

So, in one swift motion, I shot my knee up into his gut, with the strength of a man three times my size.

Zachary doubled over, and I used the opportunity to kick across the back of his legs, causing his knees to buckle beneath him. I jumped onto his back, holding his wrists tight behind him.

“UGH!” He groaned into the ground.

I looked at the two other Millennium Wolves. They were watching me in disbelief, like they couldn’t believe a woman my size had taken Zachary down. “Anything you want to add, boys?”

“We just want to make sure Raffe is okay,” Shade said, his arms crossed.

“The Alpha of the Millennium does not need your protection,” I responded. Then I climbed off of the Beta and walked out of the room.

***

I was woken up the next morning by a knock at the front door.

~What is with people knocking on the door of this house?~ Every goddamn day there was a different knock. All I wanted was a good night’s sleep.

I heard heavy footsteps, Martin’s footsteps. The girls must be at school already.

And then the door opened.

That was when I sensed him. He was here.

Raphael was here.

I could hear his voice now. It sent shivers down my spine, even from this far away.

I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to put myself in that position again, where I had the option of giving in.

And after what his posse had made me endure last night, I was in no mood to put on a nice face.

I closed my eyes, deciding to just hide out here. In bed. But his face popped into my mind.

I saw his deep brown eyes filled with hunger. They looked right at me. He licked his lips, and I couldn’t help it.

The heat between my legs immediately sparked up.

I’d fallen asleep last night in just my lace panties. I’d been too lazy to put on my usual sleeping robe.

Before I could stop myself, my hand moved down to my hips. His face was still in my mind, still staring right at me.

He was saying things, communicating with just his eyes.

~I want you, Eve.~

~It’s only you.~

My fingers started rubbing slowly, feeling myself from outside the lace. I imagined they were his fingers. I imagined that he was on top of me, that he was the one making me moan.

~Fuck~.

It had been a long time since I’d pleasured myself, since I’d even had the desire to. But this wasn’t just a desire. This was a need.

In my mind, Raphael was taking his shirt off. I was watching his golden skin stretch across his tight muscles. I was running my hands up and down his abs, feeling them beneath my fingertips.

My fingers moved under my panties now, and I was rubbing harder. Much harder. And faster.

I was so close, I could practically feel him on top of me. I could taste his lips. I could smell his scent.

“Oh,” I moaned, “don’t stop—”

“Eve?”

My eyes flashed open. That wasn’t in my imagination. That was in real life.

Immediately, I sat up. “GET OUT!” I screamed at Raphael, throwing a pillow at him. His eyes were wide. I couldn’t tell if he knew what he’d just walked in on or not.

“I’ll just wait… I’ll wait downstairs…” he said, walking out of my room and closing the door.

I dropped back onto my back.

~Fuck fuck fuck.~

***

When I finally walked downstairs, Raphael was sitting on the couch.

“Where’s Martin?” I asked.

Raphael stood. “He went out for groceries.”

We stood silently looking at each other for a moment.

I couldn’t take it. The thought of him ~thinking about me~... doing that...it made me mad. He had no right to just barge into my room like that!

But my own voice reprimanded me.

~That’s not why you’re mad, Eve.~

~You’re mad because you like that he caught you.~

~You’re mad because you were thinking about him.~

“Shut up!” I snapped.

“I didn’t say anything…”

“Not you.” Raphael looked at me, confused. But this was my house. I was the one who got to be confused here. “Why are you here?”

“I came to talk to you. I didn’t mean to intrude on you. Up there… were you…?”

“Don’t ask me that!” I could feel the heat returning to my core. He stepped closer to me, and I took him in.

Those mischievous eyes, that unruly hair. His strong arms, barely contained by his thin long-sleeved shirt.

I hadn’t finished feeding the fire, and I could feel it coming back for more.

“Why did you want to talk?” I got out, trying to will my mind away from intimate thoughts. Sexual thoughts. But it was hard with him stepping closer to me like that.

“I heard about last night,” he said, stopping right in front of me. I couldn’t back up. I was already leaning against the wall.

“What did you hear? That your fan club tried to interrogate me?”

He smiled. “They’re not my fan club.”

“Okay. Your posse.”

“You make me sound like a teen pop star.”

“Oh, is that not what you Millennium Wolves are?” I retorted.

“They’re my soldiers, Eve. They’re good guys.”

“Good guys who pulled me into a room at a high school party and thought they could intimidate me.”

“You don’t intimidate easily, do you?” he asked, peering at me like I was the strangest person he’d ever seen.

“If you’re asking if you intimidate me, the answer is don’t flatter yourself.”

“Well, someone around here’s got to flatter me. Since you won’t.” He smirked at me, and I wanted to smack that arrogant look right off his face.

But I also wanted to kiss him.

I wanted to kiss him hard, to feel him against me, pressing into my body.

It was like I was two different people, and they were constantly at war with each other whenever Raphael was nearby.

“That’s what you came all the way over here to talk about?”

“I came all the way over here to apologize. I wanted you to know that I had nothing to do with what they did. And that I don’t condone that type of behavior.”

“Well, gee, aren’t you the charming politician.”

“I’m being serious, Eve. They had no right to ask you that stuff.”

“You’re goddamn right.”

“It won’t happen again. They know to leave you alone now.”

His face was so close to mine, and his words were so earnest. I could feel my rage slowly dissipating… and as it did, my hunger for the man in front of me grew.

I tried to ignore it, to push it back into the box it broke free from, but it was too late.

The heat between my legs was growing. The more I stared into his eyes, the more I could feel the fire intensify deep in my core.

My whole body was yearning for him. It took everything I had not to lunge at him, not to tell him I wanted him.

“Thank you,” I mustered, trying to squeeze past him and go back upstairs.

“Wait a second,” he said, grabbing my hand.

I looked back at him. That was all it took. I didn’t know who moved to who first, but we were kissing. Urgently.

Then my back was against the wall again, and I could feel him against me.

It was everything I knew it would feel like, just pure, hot, uncontrollable passion.

He was grinding against me, his hardness rubbing against my sex, and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to explode.

“Eve,” he growled in my ear, licking my earlobe.

Then he was taking it in his mouth and sucking, and it felt so good. So ~delicious~.

“Eve, I don’t care what you are. I just… I want ~you~...”

My eyes flashed open.

~No.~

I pushed away from him, walking to the other side of the room.

“No,” I said again, this time out loudly.

“No?” he echoed.

“No. You can’t have me.”

“But you… you want me as badly as I want you. I can feel it. I know you do.”

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, looking him right in the eye. I wasn’t going to lie to him like I had last time, in the Pack House. The lie didn’t work, anyways. “We can’t do this. We can’t be together.”

“But ~why?~”

“Because, Raphael. We just can’t.”

“Give me a reason. Just one. If it’s good I’ll leave you alone.”

I looked at his perfect face, at the passion dancing in his eyes, and knew what I was about to say I could never take back. But I didn’t care. I had to say it.

“Fine,” I started. “I don’t like you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Eve, I know that’s a lie. I can feel you react to me every time I enter a room. I know I turn you on. Hell, you told me I’m the only one who can turn you on.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well, you implied it at the Pack House. When you got mad that I was seeing other women.”

“Thanks for reminding me.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, you’re right. But so am I. My body likes you. I won’t lie about that. You do turn me on. Like no one else. I get so wet thinking about you, Raphael, imagining your hands on me.”

He swallowed. I smiled, feeling in control with him for once.

“So why can’t we be together?” he managed.

“Because. I don’t like you.”

He squinted his eyes at me, like he still wasn’t following.

I was getting impatient.

When he still hadn’t spoken, I sighed. “Raphael, I don’t like who you are. As a person. And I never will.”

His eyes went wide.

“In fact, I hate you.”