Beyond Beta's Rejection

(Elias’ POV)

Harper pushed me into the room and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. I looked around the room in fascination. It was a mess, which didn’t shock me one bit. She wasn’t the tidiest person I knew. There were photos and small trinkets that showed the different facets of her personality. It was strange and amazing to know that this was the room that Harper had lived in for ten years.

I turned around and saw that Harper was watching me with a grin. I looked her up and down, and took my time to really take in every single curve of her body. I returned my gaze to her face and stepped towards her, with a half smile on my face. Everything about this woman was perfect, even the non-perfect parts. They made her perfect most of all. As I moved closer, her grin dropped into something more carnal and she absentmindedly bit her l*p. I noticed her breathing deepened slightly. I pinned her body against the door and bent my head into the crook of her neck and inhaled her intoxicating strawberry scent. Running my nose against her throat brought a quiet m**n to her lips, and she bared her throat to me willingly.

Everything inside me wanted to slam her hard against the door, sink my teeth into her throat and revel in her scent. I wanted to rip away her clothes like they offended me for daring to be a barrier against my ability to touch her beautiful, soft skin. But instead, I held myself still and controlled.

Harper pushed herself hard against my body and her constant friction burned deliciously against the bulge straining painfully against my jeans. I let her push me backwards until my legs hit the bed, before I fell back onto it. Harper straddled me, rubbing her pelvis against my groin, and the room filled with the scent of her tantalising arousal. I grabbed her h**s and pulled her tighter against me as she reached down and captured my lips with her own. Her lips opened into another m**n and I took the opportunity to push my tongue into her mouth and explore.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Harper pulled away, gasping, and I tried to coax her lips back to mine, but I could tell by the glint in her eye that she had other plans. She shuffled down my body and off the bed until she was kneeling between my legs on the floor. I watched as she looked up at me through her eyelashes and reached up to undo my pants. She tugged on them, giving me a seductive grin, and I lifted my h**s to allow her to pull them down. Her hand reached into my boxers and I closed my eyes and sighed in pleasure as she gripped my hard d**k. I wanted so much to grab her up from the floor and share the pleasure with her, and share it hard. But I knew from experience that if I tried to take control before she was ready, then it all would stop. I tensed against my need and let her take me on the ride she had planned.

Harper pulled my d**k free and was teasingly slow as she ran her hand up my shaft. I looked down at her and saw she was watching for my reaction. She leaned forward and brushed her lips against my tip and I tensed up again, trying not to buck my h**s towards her. She glanced back up at me one last time before taking my head into her mouth. The sensation of her lips on my c**k as she slowly ran them up and down its shaft sent my mind blank and pleasure shivers running through my body. Clearly happy with my reaction, Harper began to pick up speed, and it wasn’t long before I was gripping the sheets and groaning against her amazing touch. I reached out and wrapped my hand in her silky brown hair and held on as she continued to caress me with her sweet mouth.

“f**k!” I hissed as I felt the heat of my o****m. “Harper, baby.” I called for her attention. We were so connected that she knew what I wanted. She slid her mouth from around me and stood up. I watched as she slid out of her jeans with a smile on her face. She pulled her top off and dropped to the floor, leaving her beautiful body on full display for my pleasure. I shrugged my t-shirt off and reached out to her and she took my hand and climbed on top of me, straddling my thighs.

Harper leaned over, brushing her pert breasts against my chest, and kissed me again. I explored her mouth with my tongue once more as she lined up against the tip of my c**k. The tension in me to grab her and pull her down hard was unbearably strong, but I gripped her h**s tight and focused on the feel of her wet entrance against me. Harper broke the k**s and looked down at me as she slowly pushed me into her. The feel of her around me was too much to bear, and I g*****d as her eyelids fluttered in her concentration to keep slowly lowering until she was seated with me, fully encased by her. She stayed there for a moment, just looking into my eyes. I saw all the love and raw emotion that she normally kept locked up tight. This was my Harper, my beautiful mate.

Slowly, Harper rode me, taking full control, my hands gripping her h**s. I could tell she was taking her time, but fully aware that I was coming to the edge of my resolve and soon it would be my turn to take control. The feel of her sliding slowly up and down my shaft was heaven and hell all in one. I gripped harder as the first signs of my impending pleasure began to rise again. I watched as the wild crept into Harper’s eyes, and she sped up. I panted against the pleasure coursing through my body and knew my girl was close to her first edge too. I looked into her eyes and, with an almost desperate nod from her, I gripped her and thrust up into her hard. I knew I hit the spot when Harper threw her head back and cried out as she clenched down on my c**k. I didn’t stop and continued to thrust hard into her until my own o****m rocked through my body and I came hard with a roar. I rode the pleasure for a few more thrusts before Harper collapsed onto my chest, panting.

We both laid there, her encased in my arms for a while. Both of us working on controlling and regulating our breathing once again. Finally, Harper looked up at me with a satisfied smile and let out a happy sigh.

“We forgot the handcuffs,” she said with a grin and I laughed, causing my still encased d**k to twitch. Harper sighed as she clenched again, and I grinned as her eyes closed again.

“I’d say there is still time,” I said and reached up to brush her silky brown locks from her face. “But you already look like you are ready to sleep.” Harper made a hmm noise against my chest that sounded like she disagreed but her eyes were already closed and I could tell she was already on the edge of sleep.

This was always the case when we had been in battle. If she used the angel blade, which she almost always did, she would be worn out afterwards. I suspected if she hadn’t been so angry at the revelations of the day, she would have been asleep hours ago.

“Baby?” I asked and smiled, as her response was nothing more than a sleepy grunt. She was already asleep.

I slowly disentangled our bodies and laid her gently on the bed. Not that it would have mattered, since nothing was waking this girl up anytime soon. I stood up from the bed and pulled my boxers back on, and headed out into the main apartment and into the bathroom.

I nodded to Marcus and Alex as I passed, and noted that both Drake and Tommy had gone. I found some cloths in the bathroom and wet them under the tap before heading back into the bedroom, where my beautiful mate was sprawled naked across the bed. I smiled as she m****d angrily in her sleep as I cleaned her up. I learned early on that Harper was really serious about being clean and had previously had a panic attack on waking up with the evidence of our pleasure still on her. From what she had told me about her time with that d**k, Colton, I figured this was a trauma response. Despite working through a lot of her issues around that time of her life, there were still small entanglements of the shadows it caused.

Once she was clean, I put her in bed. And discarded the cloths on the floor before climbing into bed behind her. I pulled her body against mine and curled around her. I felt her relax against me and a small contented sigh before my own eyelids closed as I took in the beautiful scent of the woman I loved.

***

I stood in the pack house at Midnight Moon. I looked around the place in confusion. How did I get here? It was dark and empty and something felt wrong, like I was being watched. No, that wasn’t right. I was being hunted. I felt the urge to head through the kitchens and into the basement. I got to the basement stairs and something appeared in front of me. I large black shadowed beast with flaming red eyes glared down at me.

“Don’t,” he grunted, and I recognised the voice instantly. It was the voice that I had lived with in my head most of my life. It was the demon inside me.

“I have to go down there,” I said, not really knowing why I was so intent on getting down the stairs. I just knew I needed to get to the basement.

“No!” he grunted again. I tried to push past him, but touching him felt like cold and dark and like death itself. “You can’t go.”

“But he is waiting,” I hissed. Who was waiting? I had no idea what I was talking about.

“If you go down there, you will lose her,” the demon grunted. “He is too strong, for you and for me. We will lose.”

“Let me go,” I urged, and the demon pushed me back hard. I flew back, not just in the kitchen, but so hard that I flew through the pack house and through the territory, right up to the border.

I looked around, shocked, as I found myself on the road outside Midnight Moon. The black demon appeared in front of me again and growled.

“STAY AWAY FROM MIDNIGHT MOON!”

I shot up in bed with sweat gleaming across my skin. I could tell from the light through the curtains that it was still early, barely the first light of the morning. I looked down beside me and saw that I was alone in the bed.