Big Bad Alphas

Chapter 29

(Just a little warning for you readers who like to keep it PG)

After finishing up in the bathroom, I swipe my hair from my face and walk into the bedroom. Eric comes in, and I promptly turn to him. "Are you going out tomorrow to search for Lucas?"

   "Yes, everything is ready."

   "Caroline wants to go really bad, but I told her that I would stay with her like you said. I feel for her. I can't even imagine what she must be thinking."

Eric disappears into the bathroom while I close the windows, knowing that it will get too cold to leave them open. Caroline has retired to her temporary bedroom down the hall, though I doubt she will be doing much sleeping.

"She told me that you are getting along with Alpha Kenn," Eric calls to me. "Calling him James?" His tone changes to something accusing, as if I had done something wrong.

"He asked me to. I don't see the big deal; it's just his name. He hasn't found his mate yet. Maybe she is here. Wouldn't that be nice for him to find his mate and for Lucas to come home safe?" I spurt random words, all to get Eric off of the idea that I am cozying up to James. He is a good man, and to think such things is utterly ridiculous.

Eric comes out of the bathroom and stalks towards me. Unexpectedly he pushes me up against a near wall and cages me in with his arms. "What are you—"

"You're my mate, you understand?" He looks me directly in the eyes and my chest rises and falls dramatically. "Mine."

I have to admit, hearing Eric call me his has my stomach in knots. "You're being—"

"Tell me that you understand."

"Alright. I understand," I tell him while continuously glancing down at his lips. His sudden, riled up actions has my heart beating heavily. I want his lips against mine, his hands roaming my body like times before. I want to feel it all again, but more.

"Do I have to show you that you're mine, Isabella?"

"Yes," I breathe out while squirming in my spot. I want him to show me everything. My body wants him.

Eric picks me up abruptly and tosses me onto the bed. The sheets pulse around me, flying up in result of my impact. Eric climbs over me, his lips hovering over mine until they come crashing down. I have missed the sensation of his lips against mine, the burning feeling it gives me in my core. Unlike before, this kiss is full of hunger and impatience, the unspoken desires between us have broken free. The pressure increases, but no matter how roughly we kiss it is not enough anymore, my mind and body have grown to need something greater, something more intimate.

His lips leave mine as he kisses down my jaw and neck. Eric's arm snakes underneath me and boosts me closer to him. My feet point like a ballerina as he continues his hot assault. Shaky breaths slip from my lips, and fingertips dance on his strapping back, drawing intricate designs against his skin. My nerves are at his mercy.

Eric stops and looks into my eyes. "Isabella—"

"Don't stop," I beg him and he kisses me again briefly before lifting me up and setting me down on his lap. My legs branch out on either side of him as my hands slide up his shirt, revealing the body I love so much. I feel his harsh gaze on me, and I tug the fabric completely off of him. I run my hands over his shoulders and down his chest, feeling every muscle underneath them.