Her Passion 21

Ava's POV:

I couldn't help but grin as I sprinted to the bathroom, because the fact that he was so cute meant that he was successfully breaking through my inner walls that I'd endured for years with virtually no ease. I didn't quite know what to make of it, but I knew I could and would be very happy if I let him in, and I slowly did, but I knew I needed time.

When he stood up for me, when my pathetic parents were in the kitchen when I arrived, I couldn't help but listen to him. I was moved, and even when I was blind with anger because he'd the bastards in his house, I couldn't help but soften my gaze when I looked at him. I knew I might've overreacted with my comment, but what I'd said was nothing less than true, because I'd ripped open a number of throats in my past for being a rouge, and just because I was mated to an alpha didn't change that fact.

I couldn't believe that I'd been on the verge of blabbing when I caught the familiar scent of the two of them sitting at the table, as if they hadn't abandoned a child who was only twelve years old, and a tremor ran through my body as I tried to suppress the urge to become one with my wolf when I caught sight of them. I'd never found it so hard to restrain my urge, but I also hadn't expected to encounter the people who'd made my life hell again and not attack them immediately to kill them.
I'd always imagined what it would be like when I encountered them again. Let's just say it involved screams, blood, and my sadistic cackling as I looked at their bloody and motionless bodies. Depressing, I know, but one can dream.

I quickly showered and put back on my bra and the shirt I'd 'borrowed' from Ethan. I'd 'borrowed' before I thought about what to wear under the shirt, because I wouldn't have minded at home.

I didn't want Ethan to catch a glimpse of me walking around without underwear. I trusted him and asked him to take it slow, but I knew he only had so much restraint.
Sighing, I looked around the room before grabbing a pair of clean boxers he'd stacked on a shelf and slipping them on before flipping the waistband over a few times since it was huge on my small frame.

"Perfect," I beamed before glancing at my reflection and reaching for his comb that was on the sink before attempting to brush my hair with it. Couldn't he use a brush like normal people?

Once I made sure I looked okay, I walked back into the bedroom and froze when a growl suddenly reached my ear.

I turned around slowly and cringed when I saw what was in front of me. There stood Ethan, shirtless and dressed only in boxers, looking at me as if I were a gazelle and he was the lion.

I couldn't help but find it arousing, who wouldn't when your smoking hot mate looked at you like you were his prey.

His eyes were dark, almost pitch black instead of their normal hazel as his gaze slid over my form, making me feel like I was naked and bare before him.

His nostrils flared as he obviously noticed how aroused I suddenly felt under his gaze. I knew he could smell my arousal, and for some reason that only turned me on more.

YUM!

As my gaze slid over his body, I felt myself almost explode with desire, lust and lust. His own lust was clearly evident from the bulge in his boxers, and I literally had to pull my head back to him to keep from drooling over his more than adequate bulge.

My head was fogged with lust, I was so out of it that I didn't hear or see Ethan move until he was standing in front of me and there was a deep and steady growl in his chest as he looked down at me. He practically towered over me, making me seem more than a little petite in comparison to his size, as I'd to lift my head slightly to look into his dark and lustful gaze. Oh god, I wanted him...

"Ava," was all he growled, and as if he'd read my mind, he'd me pressed against the wall in seconds, his lips resting on mine in a wild dance as we fought for dominance. He didn't bother to ask permission for his tongue to enter my mouth, no, he forced it past my lips so roughly and quickly that I felt my toes curl on his dark carpet as I moaned into his mouth.

"God, what're you doing to me?" he moaned into my neck as we pulled apart, somehow my legs wrapped around his waist as I pressed against him with more than a little passion. I knew that if he hadn't held back, fearing that he'd push me too far, he'd've pushed me up against the wall right then and there. It was that thought.
I knew he was perfect, because who'd be so kind and caring that he'd wait?

I knew I had to slow down, and although the last thing I wanted was to pounce on him on the spot, I wasn't willing to let him mark me. I knew he couldn't resist the urge as we mated, and that his teeth were digging into my throat as soon as we climaxed, and I wasn't ready to commit that much. I knew we would end up together, hopefully, but I didn't want it to be labelled as such yet, and I would if I let it. I wasn't ready to be the alpha female, quite the opposite, I was used to being alone for so many years.

I slowed the kiss and ended it by playing with his lower lip in my mouth, nibbling on it lightly before releasing it with a lascivious grin. We were both still panting, his hands resting firmly on my thighs as he pressed me against the wall. Sighing, I took in his flushed and aroused state, I had never seen anything more arousing.

"What was that for?" I gasped with a lecherous grin, pushing on his shoulders to get him to put me down. He did, though.

I could feel how much he was resisting and only with difficulty took a few steps away from me. I would have felt guilty if I hadn't felt exactly the same.

"I like you in my clothes," was all he said before practically running into the bathroom, leaving me grinning as I heard the shower turn on.

"A cold shower it is then," I smirked, speaking my amused thoughts aloud.

I shook my head, chuckling. But the image of him standing there naked with the water running down his body and abs was enough to snap me out of my thoughts, and I practically rushed out the door so I wouldn't be tempted to join him...