Claimed By My Husband's Enemy novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

(Eli)

The air crackled with heat and need; sleep was forgotten in an instant. Creed now looked very much awake and hungry. It usually took me half an hour or sometimes more to get a hold of my emotions, to be able to breathe normally again after each nightmare.

I’d often wake up at two or three in the morning, unable to sleep again. And then I’d spend the rest of the hours pretending to be calm enough as I lay on the bed, distracting myself by imagining the hundred things I would have done if I could turn back time.

Creed was the kind of distraction I didn’t know I needed. The hand tremors stopped. For the first time in two years, the ghost vanished. I could no longer hear Landon’s laughter at the back of my head. I could no longer see him snicker. I couldn’t feel his unwavering gaze while feeling helpless and defeated at the same time although new feelings emerged.

Images of him started to become blurry in my mind until the only thing clear was the face of the man in front of me, daring me with his eyes.

The fierce desire in his gaze was so thick I could almost touch it. And so was mine. He could smell it. He was not touching me although he might as well do it with the way he was looking at me.

I hated it. I hated how Landon looked at me and how he paraded me for other men to see. But with Creed’s, I couldn’t explain it. His eyes seemed to see too much of me, of my soul.

“Forget the damn theory. My wolf can’t wait any longer. He needs to touch you right at this very minute, Elianna,” Creed said as he breathed sharply. “Tell me what part of you I am allowed to touch tonight.”

He could have just touched me. With the way he gritted his teeth, something was telling me he was new to this too. Then again, a man like him didn’t seem to need permission to touch a woman. Yet, he was surprisingly asking this time.

“My hands,” I replied in a hoarse voice and secretly hated myself for giving in the second I heard the sound of his wolf. Again, I didn’t quite understand it, but it was as if it was calling me. “Just my hands.”

They were the safest.

Creed didn’t waste any more time as he lifted my hands. He pressed the other against his cheek while he took the other to his mouth, sucking and nipping at each finger like a starving man. And he did it without taking his eyes off me, affecting me in ways I never thought possible.

My breathing sped up. He was only touching and kissing my hands, but I could swear I’d never seen anything this erotic. With every press of his lips against my finger, I sucked in a breath as the delicious sensation spread throughout my body. His eyes glinted as he watched what he was doing to me.

It was just my hand, but it felt like he was unraveling me, like he was kissing me all over my body, making me more sensitive.

And more soaked.

The power this man had over my body was beyond words.

“Say my name, Elianna,” he commanded as he placed my hand to his throat down to his chest, making me feel his heartbeat and the hardness of his body. Every lick was intoxicating; every caress was making me crave more.

“Mr. Black,” I answered stubbornly.

He bit my forefinger. I had to fight back the moan that threatened to escape out of my mouth. This was bad. If it already felt this good with my hands, how much more if those lips would press against different parts of my body? If his hands would wander to other places?

“My name, Eli.”

Smirking, I said, “Black.”

“You are clearly defying me so why does it sound like you are begging for more, Vicious?”

He ran his tongue up and down my forefinger. The sound of his voice, God… I had to bite my lower lip to stop the word from forming in my mouth.

“Do you want more?”

Yes.

I needed more.

So badly it ached so much.

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Chapter 13

It had been way too long for me.

But Creed would never hear it from me although I had a feeling that it didn’t matter anyway. He could hear the answer from my heartbeat. He could see it from the way my nipples hardened through my lilac silk negligee. Hell, maybe he could even smell it. And somehow, the thought of it just made it more arousing. His beast made another sound. Humming. Approving.

I felt like if I gave in now, I wouldn’t be able to stop not just him but also myself. This was new to me. Creed was introducing me to sensations I’d never known before. I’d never even felt such hunger for someone in my whole life. It was scary, addictive, and very much unhealthy.

I was starting to lose it.

This had to stop before I started literally begging him for more.

“No. That’s enough. Playtime’s over, Mr. Black.”

And then I snatched my hands back, instantly feeling the hollowness, the coldness that followed. Including the other ghost. The ghost of his touch. Of his lips on my burning skin. My cheeks were red when I laid on the bed and faced the opposite direction. My heart was still beating wildly like I’d just been through a marathon.

“Coward,” he whispered.

“Pervert.”

Creed chuckled as I felt the bed dip, a proof that he was back to lying beside me again. He claimed my hand back, wrapping it with his warmth and strength in silence. I used to become paranoid over silence. It was the time when numerous thoughts entered my mind and all of them were dark and ugly. Today, though, I found a strange comfort in silence.

I didn’t like him here. I thought after Landon, I wouldn’t be able to sleep next to someone again unless I was dead tired.

“This doesn’t mean anything, you know,” I whispered, my eyes closing on their own. “I still hate the hell out of you, Mr. Black.”

“So do I, Vicious.”

Yet, just like that, while Creed’s hand was still on mine, I fell asleep.

And for the first time in two years, I didn’t have a nightmare.

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