Jolene walked up the stairs and down the hallway. His scent was dripping out of the room. That was her favorite smell in the world. She felt like it suited him to smell like a flower. She followed the orange blossom scent and arrived to his bedroom door. Jolene closed her eyes, taking in the sweet aroma, before knocking on the door.
“Hey! Are you decent?” she asked.
“Yes, but I can get indecent pretty quickly if you want me to.”
Jolene rolled her eyes. “No, you are fine.”
“I know I am. Come in; The door is not locked.”
Jolene opened the door and walked into the room. His room was painted white with blue accents and had a blue fluffy carpet. It was much more minimalist than what she had imagined. Everything was so tidy; It was a total opposite of her bedroom.
She saw a king sized bed with blue sheets, white nightstands to each side of the bed, a large bookshelf full of books, and a walk in closet. He was sitting by a white desk in front of casement windows. A large pile of books and a notebook laid in front of him.
Jolene hugged him from behind. “What are you doing?” she asked as she peeked over his shoulder.
“I was getting anxious while waiting for you, so I decided to do some homework to distract myself. I am almost done with this one.” He turned and kissed her cheek.
“Okay.” Jolene walked until she was right in front of his bed. She took off her shoes, scarf and jacket, and threw herself onto the bed. She curled into a ball and pulled the sheets over her head.
Lancelot turned around, saw her seemingly hidden between the sheets and laughed. “What are you doing?”
“I am waiting for you to finish your homework.”
Lancelot stood up and walked to his bed. He pulled down the blankets slightly and found her staring back at him.
“Hi,” she said childishly while waving and waving.
He chuckled. She looks so innocent and cute right now, he thought. “Hello there.”
“Are you done now?” she asked.
“Not really. But I could not possibly do homework while you lie on my bed like this.”
Jolene rolled on his bed. “Now, it is my bed. Stay away,” she said playfully.
He sat next to her. “You are in a good mood today.”
“I am. Everything is good now.” She sat up and put her arms around him.
“It was not good before?” He turned to his right to look at her face.
She shook her head no. “Before, I did not have you.”
Her sweet words made his heart melt. He hugged her, burying his face in her hair and taking a deep breath.
Jolene’s cheek rested against his shoulder. She began talking, her voice so low and soft that had Lancelot not been a werewolf, he would not have heard it. “Today I found out that when my mother met my dad, she ran away from him and did not see him again for months. When she finally gave him a chance, they were together for more than two years before they were killed.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I do not want that to happen to us.”
“It does not matter what, I would never let anyone hurt you. Do not worry about dying before time. I will always protect you.” For Jolene his voice sounded as sweet as honey. She cupped his cheeks. “I love you, Lancelot.”
“I love you, Jolene.” He smiled warmly at her.
The more he looked at her beautiful eyes and the loving expression on her face, the more he felt control slip from him. When he could not handle it anymore, he put one hand on each side of her hips and pulled her on top of him, so she was straddling him.
Lancelot put one hand on the back of her head and kissed her cheeks. He stared at her lips. His eyes were flickering between blue and golden. When he was about to kiss her, she brushed her fingers against his sides and pinched him.
He threw himself back on the bed and tried to cover himself but she was on top of him, tickling him without mercy. The desperation from the constant tickling and her weight on him only tempted him more. Lancelot growled and pushed her on her back.
He was now on top of her, his knees between her legs, his hands gripping her wrists, pinning her to the bed. He leaned down and trailed soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders. Jolene closed her eyes. Everywhere he touched her body reacted in a way she had never felt before; The pleasure from just those actions almost overwhelmed her.
“Lancelot…” she whispered. She knew she had to stop him, but her body was betraying her and her wolf was putting mental images in her head that she had to fight to ignore.
Lancelot growled lowly against her skin. He grabbed both of her wrists with one hand and ran the other one from her cheek, to her neck and then her hips while he kissed and nibbled the skin around her collarbone. When he unbuttoned her jeans, Jolene’s eyes shot open.
“Stop…” she whispered.
“Do you mean it?” Lancelot huskily asked. He kissed the spot behind her ear and pulled her jeans’ zipper down.
Jolene bit her lower lip and took deep breaths, which did nothing to help her. When he slid his hand in her pants, she mumbled an expletive and pushed him off her. He fell beside her onto the bed.
Lancelot laughed and covered his face with his hands. “It must be nice having self control,” he said.
He quickly stood up, and kissed her cheek. “Thank you,” he said before locking himself in his bathroom. He stripped down got into the shower, closing his eyes and letting the cold water run down his body. How much I wish she would not have stopped me, he thought. His wolf agreed with him.
Jolene sat on his bed, with her hand on her chest, taking deep slow breaths to try to calm down her erratic heartbeat, among other things. Larentia had blocked her again.
After half an hour Lancelot stepped out of the bathroom. Jolene was sitting on his bed with her legs crossed, resting her chin on one hand and looking at him with an amused face. Lancelot gave her a nervous smile, and scratched the back of his neck. She offered him a half smile.
“I swear I did not do anything weird in there,” he said.
Jolene laughed and clapped her hands. “You probably should have. Just in case.” She winked at him.
He covered his mouth with one hand and looked away. He felt his cheeks heating up.
“Why do you have to be so mean?” he said, running his hands through his hair and feigning annoyance.
Jolene pouted. “I am not mean!”
He looked back at her and snickered. “No, you are too adorable to resist.”
“Aw, my little Alpha is way cuter.” She stuck out her tongue.
He tilted his head and made his way to her. “Cute?”
“Handsome…” she whispered.
“Little Alpha… You are aware that I am taller than you, aren’t you?” he said when he towered over her.
“What difference do five or ten centimeters more make?”
Lancelot smirked. “Want me to show you?”
Jolene chuckled and shook her head. “I walked straight into that one. Anyway…” Jolene stood on her knees and threw her arms around his shoulders.
The smile on his face never faded when he was with her. “Anyway?”
Jolene let go of him and got out of the bed. He whimpered at the lack of touch but coughed to dissimulate, but he could not even fool himself.
Jolene was standing in front of him; She took his hands in hers. “Hand over a hoodie.”
“A hoodie?”
“Yes! I once said I would take his hoodies when I found my mate.”
“Are you going to make me hoodieless?” Lancelot laughed but Jolene put on a serious face.
“I love you, but never make a joke that bad again.” She let go of his hands.
“It was not that bad,” he mumbled as he opened the door to his closet.
She ran to his side and peeked at his closet. His clothes were arranged by type and color. It was all tidy like the rest of the room.
Jolene remembered how most of her clothes were lying on the floor of her closet. “Do you organize everything yourself?” she asked.
“Yes. I hate when people touch my things.” He pulled out some new looking hoodies. “Which one do you want?”
“I want whichever is your favorite.”
Lancelot hummed and put the hoodies back with the others. He took out a blue one that looked more worn out than the rest. “Are you sure?”
She took it in her hands and buried her face in it. She took in its scent; It smelt just like him. She turned to him and smiled widely. “It is perfect!”
They walked out of the closet. Lancelot looked at her coat and scarf that were lying on the floor. He felt his eyebrow twitch and picked up the jacket and folded it.
“Really? You did not strike me as someone who would obsess over having everything nice and organized.”
He sighed. “It is just in this room… You are actually the first girl that has been here.”
“But before you-”
He turned to her and looked into her eyes. “You are the first one. I try to keep Samuel and Matt out of here as much as possible.”
He put the jacket at the edge of the bed and picket up the scarf. He stared at it and then back at Jolene. It was dipped in her scent. Since the temperature dropped, Lancelot had seen her wear it at least three times per week.
Jolene smiled sweetly at him. “You can keep it.”
His lips curled up in a wide smile. “Thank you, my beautiful mate.”