The Wolf Project

Chapter One

{ G A B R I E L L A }

My breath hitched in my throat. His eyes looking at me, filled with love and lust. The tension in the room was so thick I could barely breathe.

I couldn't even move my eyes from his. His beautiful eyes. Green and yellow swirled around in his irises, tempting me to step closer. Without warning he slammed his lips to mine. Hands roaming in places I'd never felt them before,

The feeling of our skin touching was almost unreal. Godlike. Years of pent up sexual tension seemingly intensified as he ripped his shirt from his body, temporarily separating his lips from mine. I raised my arms above my head, silently begging him to do the same for me. Without words, he tore my shirt, discarding it to the floor.

Our chests pressed together and our skin ignited with a fire there was only one way I knew how to put out.

"You're mine." Elijah growled between kisses. I moaned hearing the possessiveness in his voice.

"Say it. Say you're mine."  He looked directly in my eyes, his pupils dilating with lust and dominance, pressing his forehead to mine awaiting my answer.

"I'm yours Elijah." That was all I had to say before he picked me up and placed me on the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grinded his core against mine. I couldn't help the moans escaping my lips, throwing my head back in pleasure. His lips hungrily kissed my neck as he reached around to unclasp my bra.

"Ella!" My mom shouted from downstairs. I slammed the cover of My Best Friend's Brother, flustered from the smut I was reading. I run my fingers through my hair, the long dirty blonde strands untangling as my cheeks flush. Shaking my head still thinking about the smutty enemies to lovers novel I couldn't pull myself away from.

"Ella!" She screams again, this time I hear her start to make her way up the stairs towards my room. The red heels she always wears clicking on the old hardwood floor. All throughout the house, scuff marks are seen because she has to wear those godforsaken shoes everywhere. "Wearing your confidence is sometimes enough to trick yourself into believing that you are."  I can hear the memory of her words now, trying to collect myself before she comes in.

Hearing her fingers wrap around the door handle, I shove the book underneath my pillow, feeling like an embarrassed child who just got caught doing something they weren't supposed to. I have no reason feeling embarrassed, I'm 18 years old, well as of today. That's old enough to read whatever I want, when I want.

My mom twisted the knob to my door, pushing it open. "Are you ready? Your father and I want to take you out to dinner to celebrate." My mom smiled sweetly at me. She pushed her short brown hair out of the way as she started putting a pair of earrings in. Coming forward, she bends slightly to look into the mirror on my desk. Carefully sliding the backs of them to secure them in place.

I pulled the covers off myself jumping out of bed, trying to act as if the thought of my book wasn't still at the center of my mind.

"Yeah mom I'm ready" I stated wiping my sweaty palms on my sweatpants.

"Gabriella Reid, go in that closet and pick out something cute to wear. It is your eighteenth birthday!" She teased. "You may find a cute boy to kiss, don't you want to look cute?"

I slapped my hand over my face, cringing that my mom just said that. "Mom, aren't you supposed to keep me away from boys? Not encourage me to kiss them." I asked.