Home with The Alpha

A Date With The Wolf

Walking her home, they were walking through the park, the scenic area at night so beautiful Camille stopped. “It’s nice out.” Grinning in agreement as leaves crunched underfoot, Elijah hummed it was indeed.

“Let’s sit for a second.” They sat on a bench and Camille started to think it would be too late at night. But as older couples walked hand and hand, to teenagers getting in a nightly jog passed, she shook her head. “In Ohio, where I was before, there’s no way anyone would be out at night like this. It’s so nice we can all can be so safe here.”

Letting the soft breeze caress her face and lull her to relax, Camille felt his thumb trace her jawline. “You are safe because this is home. We are home.” And when she met his eyes on her face, she wasn’t afraid at those words. Instead, she felt he was nothing but correct as he promised no matter the time of day, she’d be okay.

Getting up as he told her he’d finish walking her back, Camille’s place was close, her cottage in sight, Camille suddenly squeaked. “Aw look at the bunnies!” Pointing at the little brood, Elijah smiled as she gushed at the clear little family. One big brown, a smaller white, and a few babies in different fonts made it clear.

Everything here flourished with beauty and safety.

Looking at Camille and seeing her so happy and smiling, made Elijah smile as he held out a hand for her. She giggled when he twirled her around and then pulled her in close. Her happiness infectious and something he wanted to see more of Elijah was smiling down at her as if saying just that when she suddenly peered up at him for a moment.

A kiss to his lips sweet and fleeting, Camille’s tentative kiss unleashed the beast. It wasn’t her fault, but the temptation of the honey pot had left the weak monster even weaker as he attacked.

“Come here.” Voice deepening and luring her naughty desires out to play, Camille followed Elijah’s lead as he kissed her again. His soft and plump lips scrambling her brain until all she felt and wanted was him, Camille moaned softly as the wolf fought for more control.

The desire to rip off clothes was dangerous and hot as his leg pushed between her thighs making her sigh in bliss. Hands rubbing down the soft hair cut in a fade, Elijah loved her touch, wanted to have it all over him. Would have offered if he hadn’t felt his woman stiffen.

Because as they backed up further in the shadows and Camille felt the weight of something against her back, despite being so horny and eager for Elijah, a fear crept in.

Pushed against a tree, Camille didn’t know why her breath began to race not with excitement for Elijah. But in fear…

As parallels began to line up, like him against her. In between her thighs, groaning disgustingly…it all came back even when she tried to deny it being there.

“Hey, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Elijah’s question made her realize he had stopped kissing her and was looking at her concerned. Maybe because she’d stiffened up and frozen like a statue.

And as she tried to communicate what was wrong, her throat dried up as it slammed into her like a bullet train.

“Just hold still!” Disgusting breath, sweaty palms, and fear as he humped her thighs. Her fear was so thick as she tried to move still but his grip became tighter and tighter.

Until even as dark as she was, the bruise the next day could be seen.

Breaking out into a cold sweat, Camille whispered meekly, “Can we stop please?” Thinking she’d get attitude or anger like the boys before she told to stop, Camille wasn't used to Elijah just immediately complying and giving her space letting her breathe. “I’m sorry-.”

Her starting to apologize made him shake his head immediately, “No baby don’t do that,” kissing her forehead he pushed, “never apologize for telling me when you want me to stop okay?” Nodding, feeling cold and numb, Camille was hugging herself and Elijah was kicking himself. Sure, he’d done something, pushed her too far, he glanced at the sky, “Hey it’s getting late,” Kissing the palm of her hand, he gently asked, “If I promise to be a gentleman, can I walk you to your door?”

Grinning even though it felt flat, Camille still nodded. She felt herself coming down from the panic and fear as she breathed out as they did. From the soft, cold air on her face, to the feel of Elijah’s large hand holding hers, Camille was more herself when they crossed thirty feet to the cottage’s front door.

“I’m really-.” He pulled her into a tight hug, “Don’t apologize…just tell me if I did something wrong. Please.” She shook her head in his neck, “You didn’t…I want to talk about it-but-I…” Not right that second when she felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest every time, she thought about it.

But she knew she’d want to talk to him about it soon. To which Elijah was patient and loving in his promise to wait.

“It’s okay if it’s not right this second lovely. I just want to know if it’s okay if I text you to do this again sometime?” Nodding eagerly, the kiss on her cheek was sweet as was his push for her to go inside so he wouldn’t worry. Going inside feeling dejected instead of elation, Camille was in near tears feeling like it was her fault.

Calling the only person she could, it was a second later she had booze, her bestie, ice cream, and even better? Advice.

“I had no idea I’d feel like that.” She grumbled in a sports bra and sweats, she had a face mask on and was slurping her wine through a straw like a sad child would a juice box as she pouted. Checking her phone until still no text appeared, Camille sulked even more, “I ruined everything.”

Maxine denied that immediately as she pointed her spoon at her, “I HIGHLY doubt that. But if you don’t mind my asking, what brought it on?”

Explaining in soft detail the situation, Camille was emotionally rutted as she confessed, “I thought I had buried all that s**t, and it just came on so suddenly again and then I was back there. I couldn’t breathe, I felt awful, and now I can’t stop feeling gross and broken.”

Maxine frowned as she immediately threw a blanket over that fire, “You’re not either of those things.” Camille didn’t respond as she instead hated how she’d handled things with Elijah. He hadn’t deserved to feel guilty or weird like he’d done something wrong.

“I finally meet a great guy who is nice and amazing, and I can’t even enjoy it.”

Maxine didn’t think that was the case as she tried not to overstep as she turned on the humidifier, “You can, but maybe before you can enjoy it fully you should talk to someone.” Lost, Camille asked, “Talk to someone?” Maxine nodded as she admitted, “My family was never big on therapy but when I got here it was one of the first things I sought out. I didn’t want to come into a new life lugging all this baggage from the past and letting it slow me down.”

Agreeing that made sense, she pondered on it that night, Camille had thought she’d be okay without therapy. Until Elijah texted her asking if she was okay and after needing wine to just sleep, Camille knew she didn’t want to lug her baggage around in her new life either.

So, she followed Maxine’s advice, found a doctor in their area, and booked an appointment.

Sure, he’d done something, pushed her too far, he glanced at the sky, “Hey it’s getting late,” Kissing the palm of her hand, he gently asked, “If I promise to be a gentleman, can I walk you to your door?”

Grinning even though it felt flat, Camille nodded. She felt herself coming down from the panic and fear as she breathed out as they did. From the soft, cold air on her face, to the feel of Elijah’s large hand holding hers, Camille was more herself when they crossed thirty feet to the cottage’s front door.

“I’m really-.” He pulled her into a tight hug, “Don’t apologize…just tell me if I did something wrong. Please.” She shook her head in his neck, “You didn’t…I want to talk about it-but-I…” Not right that second when she felt like an elephant was sitting on her chest every time, she thought about it.

But she knew she’d want to talk to him about it soon. To which Elijah was patient and loving in his promise to wait.

“It’s okay if it’s not right this second lovely. I just want to know if it’s okay if I text you to do this again sometime?” Nodding eagerly, the kiss on her cheek was sweet as was his push for her to go inside so he wouldn’t worry. Going inside feeling dejected instead of elation, Camille was in near tears feeling like it was her fault.