Chapter 7

~Eliana~

Alistair Duke had been in so much haste the previous night, and in that rush, I had completely forgotten to ask him to get my purse from his car, before he left in so much hurry, for a reason only God knew at this moment.

There was absolutely no way to reach him, and I needed to talk to him to make sure he was okay at least. He hadn’t seemed too good when he had left the previous day; that, I could tell from his countenance. Asides that, he looked ravishing and insanely handsome as he left the eatery, like one who was going to save his lover from a dangerous situation.

My laptop chimed. Carrie wanted to connect to me via Skype, and I could tell she was only doing that because she had probably tried texting or calling me, and had gotten no response.

“Hey, it’s been a very long time since I last got to see this cute face of yours,” I said as soon as I answered the video call, and saw her sitting where she always sat; in her study room.

“You’re trying to flatter me, but it’s not working,” She said, with a wide grin.

Carrie Gibson was an African-American. She had a glowing ebony skin, and had never had to deal with pimples or acne, as her skin was smooth and perfect. She had big curious eyes, which always seemed to be watching someone intently, and a diastema, which made her smile the most beautiful one I had ever seen. I’d always tell Carrie whenever something went good between us, that she was the best thing that came out of college.

I had met her in my second year of studying in the University of California, Riverside. We had been assigned to work in a group of five persons, and while the other three lazed about, we did all the work and became good friends, who studied together and came up with both logical and illogical theories, which we solved together. Although she was petite, she always stood up for herself, and had even publicly reported the other three we had been working with to the lecturer for not contributing to the group assignment, which led to them subsequently retaking the class in their third year.

“What’s going on with you?” She asked, leaning closer to the camera.

“You may as well come in through the camera, if that is possible,” I said.

“What if we tried to come up with a theory in which that was possible? Like...just getting into another person’s house through a camera. There’s nothing impossible with technology, you know. How about we get facts to prove that something is possible, then explain our theory to a scientist, who would then invent a special camera like that? Boom! We’d be celebrated all over America, and beyond,” She said, looking really serious, as if she was seriously considering that absurd idea.

“How about we just continue facing theories on animals?” I retorted, forcing a smile.

“Sounds good, too,” She agreed.

We stared at each other for a weird silent moment, then in unison, laughed out loud.

“The main reason I called via Skype was because I couldn’t reach you on phone,” She said.

I rubbed my eyes, with a loud yawn. “I already figured that out. I forgot my phone in...”

“Where did you leave your phone? I thought you didn’t go anywhere. Eliana! Did you leave it in a hotel room, or in a guy’s bedroom? Who have you been fucking with? You know, that’s what is going on with you. I knew there was something different about you. It was your hair. Your hair is always messy, but looks good today. That’s because you dressed up to go have sex with a man, isn’t it?” She asked, her grin getting wider and wider.

“That’s a fucking lie. Yes, I met with a guy, but it was in an eatery, you dumbass, and my purse was left in his car, and my phone was in my purse. That’s why you couldn’t reach me,” I said.

“Are you sure?” She asked, with a mischievous smirk.

I put my hands up in surrender. “Believe whatever you want to believe, and talking about my hair always being messy, there’s no difference between us. Your hair is always messy as well,” I said, throwing her an annoyed glance.

“I’m not going to disagree, but honestly, girl, you need to get laid. It’s been ten years since you last fucked someone, isn’t it? I had mad hot sex with this white dude yesterday, and girllll! I felt alive,” She said, and gave a short laugh.

“Good for you. I haven’t had the opportunity to do that yet, and I’ve not found someone I’m willing to give myself to,” I said.

“How about this new guy?” Carrie inquired.

Unconsciously, a smile appeared on my face. “He seems like a worthy option. Anyways, let’s leave that topic for another day. I’m guessing you called about my friend...”

“...Yes, the one whose butt had been injured by the claws of a wolf, which there is no doubt about. I’ve been wondering where in California she’d have seen a wolf, since reports have said wolves have gone extinct over here,” She said.

I rolled my eyes tiredly , and shook my head, in negativity. “Nah. It didn’t happen in California. She and her family went on a Camping trip to Wisconsin,” I lied.

Carrie nodded her head. “Oh, I see. Is it that friend your parents forced on you that keeps sending you messages about hanging out, which you never respond to?” She inquired.

I stifled a laughter. “Ann? Yeah, it’s her. She just sent me these pictures, and was like: hey, an animal bit me on my buttocks. Check it out.”

We both laughed out loud, then in a more serious tone, she said: “I don’t think the wolf would have just used his claws on her buttocks, or her neck. It’s unheard of,” She said, her eyes bulging with curiosity.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Isn’t that what we’re both trying to find out? Things that are unheard of, but are actually real,” I said, biting my lower lip.

“You’re right, Eliana. Remember why we started all these theories? In my case, a classmate of mine had disappeared from home, and we were next-door neighbours. That night, I looked out my window, and saw a fox, carrying her in his arms, and he laid her on her porch, then left. I know it wasn’t a dream, and no one believed me till I met you,” She said.

I smiled. “You’re the only one who ever believed my story as well,” I said.

“There are animals that aren’t just animals, and they do things that science hasn’t found out yet. I’m sorry for doubting for a second that a wolf could have actually used its claws on her buttocks,” She said.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, and you know that,” I said, giving her a warm smile, and soon heard a dog howling in her background.

“Oops! Queen needs me, she howls when she needs something. Her leg broke the other day, think the pain has started, since the injection already wore off a while ago. Gotta run,” Carrie said, and shut her computer, after waving me a goodbye, without bothering to wait for me to respond with a wave.

Howl...howls...howling.

Dogs howl when they need something; when they’re in distress or anguish. The same goes to wolves. They howl when they’re in trouble as well, in order to signal their location to members of their pack.

Could it be...? Before Alistair had supposedly gotten a message that needed his urgent attention the other night, he had stopped speaking abruptly, and looked shocked, as if he had heard or seen something.

I placed a toy brick on the brick castle I was building on my desk, with several thoughts which ran through my mind. I had already thought that he looked like he was heading out to save his lover who was in a dangerous situation.

“What if it wasn’t his lover, but a member of his pack?” I thought aloud to myself. He had probably heard the person’s howl, signalling that he or she needed help, but had to pretend that he had received a message of emergency.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, and I stood up to get the door, wondering who it was that was knocking. A maid only came to knock when it was time to eat at the dining room, or to inquire if I’d rather eat in my bedroom. I had had breakfast about an hour ago, which was why I was wondering what it was they were knocking on my door for, except dad was back from his business trip to give me an earful for disappearing yesterday, and coming back with a cab, making everyone worried.

I opened the door, and the person I saw standing before me was not who I’d have imagined would ever step into my house.

A smile lit up my face, as I pinched myself and discovered that he wasn’t just a figment of my imagination, but truly, he was in my house, and was about to step into my bedroom.

“Is this the person you want to see?” My mother, a tall brown-skinned woman in her fifties, asked.

“She’s the woman I want to see,” He said, looking at me in an affectionate manner, which made my heart race.

“Eliana, do you know this young man?” My mother asked, probably doubting that I could ever be acquainted with such a good-looking, well-dressed, and wealthy man like Alistair Duke.

“Yes, I do, mother. Isn’t he just a magnificent sight to behold?” I asked rhetorically, then pulled Alistair into my bedroom, surprising him as well, looking at her with a dismissive look.

“Be careful, young man. She’s...”

“...crazy,” He said, completing what she had in mind to say, then looking at me lovingly, added, “I like crazy,” He said, then slammed the door in her face.

We looked at each other with an amused look, then as if we planned it, suddenly started laughing at what had just happened.

“Thank you,” I said, in between laughs.

He came closer to me. “For?” He asked, removing a strand of hair that was in my face, which made my stomach sink inside.

“Getting my mother angry. I’m usually the one doing it, and it feels good to have a partner in crime,” I said, with a broad smile.

“You said I was a magnificent sight to behold. Damn, I love compliments. I had to be your partner in crime as a means to say ‘thanks',” He said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he slid his around my waist, coming closer to me, pressing his chest against my breasts, an act that made a surge of emotions float through my belly.

“Why did you come here? For this? You didn’t get a chance to do so yesterday because of an emergency, not so?” I asked, licking my lips seductively.

“I actually came to return your purse, which is in my car by the way, and maybe also for this,” He said, then in a split second, his lips came upon mine.

Closing my eyes instantly, I parted my lips, and relished how his kiss tasted of mint and soda. His tongue played around mine, sending a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. His hands went down to my ass, groped them tightly like they were his, then he massaged them softly, while his mouth went down to my neck, making me moan softly and hold onto his neck tighter for support, loving what he was doing to me.

He unbuttoned my shorts and helped remove them in a slow motion, then kissed my wet pussy through my white satin panties, as I stepped out of the shorts. He then stood up, then removed the pink tank top I had been wearing, exposing my round and perky boobs, whose brown nipples were pointed, longing for his touch.

“You’re beautiful,” He said, then pressed his lips in the middle of my breasts, groping them with reckless abandon.

I unbuttoned his shirt, while he removed his belt, and got out of his trousers. He took me in his arms and pinned me to the wall, then smothered my face with kisses. His hands fondled with my breasts, then his tongue rolled upon one of them, while his other hand continued massaging and pressing the other to his satisfaction.

I tried not to moan a lot, but all my efforts were futile, and I couldn’t help it but moan out loud, severally, as he awakened the sexual urge in me. He took me away from the wall and pushed me on the bed, then laid above me, crushing his lips against mine, and I kissed him back; passionately.

He tore off my panties, then buried his head in between my pussy, licking and sucking my clitoris, making me gasp and moan even louder.

“Yes! Yes! That’s it!” I whispered, wanting more.

His hands reached out to my breasts, pressing them softly, without lifting his head, as his tongue slid up and down my clit, savouring the wetness his deeds had produced.

I watched as he parted my legs wider, then rubbed two fingers in small circles around my clit, looking at me.

“Just do it,” I told him, not wanting to wait any longer.

He dipped his fingers in me, and I let out a loud moan. He kept putting it in, and pulling it back out, making me hold on tightly to the bedsheets, twisting from one side of the bed to the other.

My legs flexed against his back, drawing him closer after he had gotten rid of his boxers, exposing his large dick that my entire body craved for. It was long and hard, and I could tell it wanted me, as much as I also did want it.

He rubbed his dick all over my vagina, making it wetter than it already was.

“Please, just fuck me,” I pleaded.

A half-smile appeared on his face, and upon my request, he drove that long and hard organ he possessed deep inside of me, hitting me in the right spot, that made my moans halt, as I let out a gasp, the feeling of having an orgasm. He continued riding me, sliding his dick up and down into me, bringing hot fluids out of me, as my breasts bounced up and down at his touch.

My legs quaked as he continued to drive into me rhythmically, but I still wanted him, and even as tears rolled down my cheeks from immense pleasure mixed with pain, I didn’t want him to stop. For now, all I just wanted was him.