Claimed by the Wolf Billionaire (BBW Paranormal Alpha Romance) (4 page)

Before she could think some more of it, he suddenly snagged her forearm, launching his lips against hers. She was taken aback by the swiftness of his movement. And more taken back that instead of pulling away from his deliciously warm mouth, she found herself equally lunging her mouth to meet him

Grabbing the back of her neck he pulled her rapturously. His vigorous tongue searched every crevices of her mouth, and when their tongues met, she had all the encouragement she needed. Immediately, as though she was denied of this sensation for far too long, her hands swept his head, then clasping down to his shoulders, then to exploring the massiveness of his chest.

Abruptly, he tore away from her. Instantly, the charge between them dissipated.

“No. No. No.” he said as covering his face with his palms. “You don’t understand. You’re in danger. I can’t control it anymore.”

“Don’t understand what?”

“Just leave. First thing in the morning. Choose any place in the castle. I’ll see you off in the morning.”

With that he fastened the coils of his robe and walked towards the darkness.

Well isn’t that dandy.

The room she had chosen was on the first floor nearest the entrance. It was almost midnight, and she had changed to her satin night dress. Still unsure how she would handle his outburst. Clearly something was bothering him. A talk in the morning should suffice, she thought. Heavy eyelids gave way to blackness, but her ears keyed into a faint soothing sound that drifted through the stone walls of the castle.

The floor was cold when she decided to examine it. Her head popped out the hallway and into the direction of the sound. She’d heard of this piece before.

Hmmm… moonlight sonata?

It was a piece of magic and of sadness. The warmth of the roaring fire cuddled her as she stepped into the living room. On the corner, playing the piano, wearing an imperious looking robe was Elliot. Something was eerily familiar with that piano he was playing. She recalled it in her previous dream. She needs to tell him about that vision.

Sitting down, extending her limbs gracefully on the large comfortable Victorian sofa. Propping her chin up, curiously listening to the king of the keep play the melody that wafted through the air.
 
Here he was, utterly gifted, but with no one to share his lonely nights with except for a piano.

He pointed his nose upwards. Sniffing the air. Abruptly, he stopped playing. Silence replaced the harmonious tuned and filled the expanse of the living room. He knew she was there.

She didn’t want him to stop playing. “Please continue. You play wonderfully.” She said as she sprawled back at the sofa, her breasts clearly seen from the outline of satin.

“You smell delightful. Good night.” He said as he stood from the chair clearly on his way to leave.

“I need to tell you something Elliot.” She said as he continued to walk away. “I know about your grandfather, and you as shifter. I know everything.”

From her pronouncements he stopped in mid-step. “What do you mean?” he said in a tightly masculine low-pitched voice.

The roaring fire accentuated the shadows on the panels of his face. Turning towards her, she could see why he’d been named one of the most eligible bachelors in the land. With an estimate net-worth of several billion dollars, and not to mention one of the said leaders that would bring humanity to its next cultural level.

“Elliot, when that contraption of yours,” she thought about it, “lightning streak passed through me and coursed through you. It’s hard to say, but I felt an instant connection with you. It was as if in that moment we shared one mind.”

He stood there scratching his chin, contemplating. He seemed very curious of her now. A slight nod from him confirmed that he wanted her to continue.

“Yes, Elliot. Something happened. And I saw you. You and your brother. There was cake. When you first changed to a wolf. I saw your grandfather. When he sat you in that room. When he told you about your fate. I don’t know why I saw it. I just remember hearing your grandfather saying something about life of rigor and love before the vision ended.”

“That..” he said with a look of wonder in his face. “life of rigor is meaningless without love.”

His face energized, like he had received inspiration. He reverted to child-like, free, without any malice in his soul. It happened quicker than when he turned to a wolf. He walked towards her, stopping at the edge of the sofa, and gently looked down at her elegantly resting body.

“Why didn’t you tell me this before?”

“Well, honestly. You were being a douche.”

“Oh.” He said. Obviously nobody has ever called him that to his face before. “My apologies.”

He’s sorry? This doesn’t sound like him at all. His voice even sounds mellow this time.

He edged himself to the sofa, and sat down barely next to her. His eyes gleamed from the roasting fire nearby. The sharp cuts of his face was deliciously handsome.

“I’ll give you that interview now.” He said with the same directness of his
farfar
“Do you want to know?”

“Of course.” The sound of his grandfather warning him that the family will end in test-tubes softly ringed in her head.

“I am shifter. You know that because of the energy-plasmatron device. I’ve calculated this effect was possible, but now it’s confirmed. For a moment we’ve become one. But there’s more to it, which I’ll get to in a minute. The energy-plasmatron was supposed to be my cure for turning to a shifter like my grandfather. But, the wolf mutation must have been stronger than the hawk, as I have yet to counter its essence. I haven’t been able to control it all. And that’s why I spend my time in here. Devising new forms of energy to improve it, so that I might finally be able to cure myself. That is now energy-plasmatron v2 and its effect are what my brother put out to market.”

She nodded. Everyone knows the heroics. However, nobody knew about the unsung hero.

“My brother runs our business. I supply him with the equations that I meditate on here. I need no special equipment, I can do that from thought. While the world turns around me, I am consumed. What consumes is the need to be normal. But I cannot. There is something that grows in me. Every interactions with humans is just a risk that I will unleash myself. If I unleash myself, my family knows, and you know, we will belong the test-tube. So there is sadness in my life. You see, I can never leave. Not until I can control it.”

“You mean,” she asked. “That you won’t be able to control it all?”

“Yes. And no. For now all I want is to breed with you. I have this urge to ravish you. I know it’s animalistic, but that is what I feel inside.”

Well hello there.
The prospect of breeding with a handsome billionaire was definitely high in her to-do list.

I wouldn’t want anything else more than you right now..

“You would” he said as if able to read her mind. “You won’t like it. I grow mad with desire. I won’t just make love with you, I would be rutting you. There’s a wolf in me, Gina was it?”

She nodded.

“There’s a wolf in me that claims me around females. I lose control. I become rough.”

But I like it rough…

“Even if you like it rough this is something else.” He said as if he were reading her mind.

“I’ve managed to upgrade the energy. I can stay human longer. Until I do, humanity and I are bound to suffer. At one hand, I am isolated here to find my cure, and at the same time, my curse will be the blessing of humanity. So it is a blessing and a curse.”

He’s so hot. He’s so hot. Especially when he talks like this.

“Please I need you to concentrate.” He said catching her looking surprised. “When the coil coursed through us both, we connected not just through our physical body, but also our consciousness have mended. The consciousness that I speak of had traversed the air and directly plugged into our minds. We are now one mind.”

Minds? Does that even cover science?

“Yes it covers science.” He said. Gina leaped from the couch in bewilderment.

“Hold-up. I’ve seen my share of bizarre sciences, but are you telling me we’re…” she said almost panting.

 
I’m joined in mind with this hot billionaire wolf shifter?

“Yes joined in mind with the hot billionaire wolf shifter.” He continued with a gleam of smile in his face.

“Impossible!” she exclaimed. “You mean to tell me you can read my mind?”

Yes
.

“But that’s impossible!”

“Man has deemed the impossible many times and was mistaken. So the answer is ‘yes’ -- I can read your mind.” He said. “That’s not the only thing that we both share. This is going to be an interesting time for you and for me.”

“I don’t think so!” she jumped landing her knees on the sofa. She could not believe that he can read her mind.

“I know you want me,” he said with direct preciseness. “I can glimpse those streaks of thoughts in your mind. All I need to do is mediate on the particular frequency, and from it I can feel your thoughts.”

This is utterly bizarre.

“Yes,” he said. “So now we have a problem. We are now forever linked. This process cannot be replicated, just as atoms cannot be divided. We are now and forever ‘mates’.”

“Mates?”

“Yes. It is rather ironic. How I had given up to be with a woman all these years. It is a special type of torment. But with you, we will always be connected. Entangled.”

“Well I don’t mind sharing my mind with you..” she said inching closer to him. “But what about my body? Do we have any sharing of that as well?”

“That has nothing to do with our union. Ours is outside the physical plane.” He said observing how she frowned. “I told you, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you will not hurt me. Listen,” she said sliding her hands on the hard panels of his chest. “If we are of one minds, then we should also be of one body. You cannot have one without the other. It’s like an electron.. attracted to the charge of a neutron.”

“Proton” he corrected as he snapped her forearms possessively like how he did earlier. “You don’t seem to understand Gina.” He tied her arms to her back.

“I am wolf Gina.” he said slowly inching his mouth just below her ears. Whispering he said, “Do you know how wolves are Gina?”

The only experience of wolves were from teen drama TV show called
Werewolves.
Asides from wolves, she had very little experience with anything wild. She had to admit, she was as domesticated as any modern woman could ever be.

“I have no idea.” She said placing her cheeks next to him. He trailed his nose on the singular vein that popped from that most sensitive space of her the neck. That luscious, fleshy part of creamy skin underneath the jawline.

“I suppose they like to smell their mates.” She said in a mesmerize tone slowly losing herself to him.

“Supposedly,” he said as his soft lips pressed lightly on the side of her neck, with a short hot breathe warming her skin, blowing down to her cleavage.

“What wolves tend to do is to scent their mates.” He said with the tip of his nose drawing small circles on her neck. She found the warming sensation to be maddening. Her neck automatically tilted sideways revealing all the length of the fragileness of her neck.

The tip of his nose, like the touches of finger-tips moved slowly to the underside of her jaw, pushing it up tilting her head upwards. He crossed the arc of her jaw to the boundaries of her chin. He was scenting her, or at least, enjoying her aroma. His mouth clamped down on her chin, sucking on it. His teeth slightly digging to her. It was an act of possession.

“Is this scenting Elliot? Do you like my scent?” He didn’t answer her. It wouldn’t matter anyways. His lips had found hers. He sucked on her air, drawing in every molecule from her throat, emptying her lungs of precious oxygen. It felt ecstatic. Like he drew her flesh from her very source. When she sucked air to replenish, she too sucked his very essence, his smell, his aroma. It was the smell of pine and ground and overwhelmingly masculine.