Chapter 10 - Elena

Elena lay stock-still, back to the door, but she could sense Hanson there as if his gaze was physically touching her.

"I'm fine," she muttered again, gripping her pillow even tighter. "Please, leave me alone."

She couldn't stop the sob that ended her sentence, nor could she prevent herself from trembling at the thought of his leaving.

But he didn't leave. In fact, he did quite the opposite.

Elena stiffened further as she heard the door click closed behind him. Next, his boots sounded on the hardwood floor, crossing the room towards the bed.

Just like Eddie had, he dropped down and perched on the edge. His hand landed comfortingly on her upper arm. Squeezing gently, he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere."

The softness of his tone made it impossible for Elena to hold back any longer. She clutched the pillow tighter to her chest and cried into it, hiding her face from Hanson while he gently stroked her back.

The sobbing became gut-wrenching weeping that left her feeling drained and headachy. She couldn't remember the last time she had cried like that, especially not in front of anybody. She had spent so long trying to hold it in that it had become impossible to stop.

And when she finally did, she realized with astonishment that Hanson was still right there with her, his hand settled on the small of her back as if to let her know silently that he was still there.

What is with this guy? She thought. Big, burly, scary-looking army guy Hanson had a soft side. And it was utterly remarkable.

Discreetly wiping her snotty nose on her pillow, she inhaled deeply and dared to roll onto her back.

Feeling more than a little vulnerable, she asked, "Why are you even here?"

Hanson's hand slipped away from her, resting on the bed so close that she could still feel his warmth. He shrugged and said, "It seemed like you needed someone to just be here."

Elena's insides twisted. This guy was too good to be true. Handsome beyond belief, huge and strong and muscular in a way he could likely pick her up and rescue her as easily as he could throw her down and ravish her, and a golden heart to boot.

It was just too much for Elena to handle. How could she possibly have found someone like that? He was unlike any male wolf she had ever met. Even Jason had cramped up and gotten awkward whenever she had cried.

But Hanson wasn't looking at her with sympathy now, or even awkwardness. He was looking at her with respect.

"Elena, what exactly is it you are trying to run from?" Hanson asked, the question so shocking that her breath caught in her throat.

Adjusting herself into a seated position against the headboard, she crossed her arms and shrugged. Scoffing, she said, "Isn't it obvious? I've been trying to run from my own emotions and, clearly, it isn't working."

Surprised, Elena froze as Hanson reached out and gently stroked a tear from her cheek with his thumb. The urge to open up to him, to spill everything, was instant. She bit her lip.

He was close, too close, and she feared what might happen if she dared to do so. Sure, it might bring him closer, but it was just as likely to do the opposite. And Elena wasn't sure which one was worse.

"I'm here if you need to talk," he whispered gently, cupping her cheek in his palm. "Or, I can just listen. I'm a fairly good listener, for a guy."

He smiled a little sheepishly, and the expression was so beautiful on his face that it made her immediately defensive.

Instinctively, she smacked his hand away from her face and snapped, "What is this? Some way of getting close to me to get back at Eddie for whatever the hell is going on between you two?"

Hanson pulled back as if she had struck him clean across the face. "No, I—"

Elena grabbed the covers and pulled them close to her chin, hiding herself from his gaze. She glowered at him, not daring to even blink.

With a sigh, shaking his head, Hanson rose silently from the bed.

Pain lanced through Elena to watch him do so. Why did she have to push him away like that? Why did she push everyone away?

"You're right. Eddie wouldn't approve, and the last thing I want is to get on his bad side," Hanson said, turning away as if to leave.

Fuck! Elena was up in an instant, on her knees at the edge of the bed. She just barely managed to stop herself from falling off by grabbing his arm and yanking him back around to face her.

"Fuck Eddie," she growled at him, grabbing him by the collar of his t-shirt.

Hanson's eyes widened with alarm, but just as quickly it was replaced by desire. His hands rose to her cheeks and cupped them, his fingers slipping into the roots of her hair as he kissed her deeply.

Knelt on the edge of the bed, she wrapped her arms around him, her need fueling her to kiss him back just as passionately.

What came next seemed to happen in an instant, a flurry of ripping clothes and kicking off boots.

They tumbled into bed just as aggressively as they had stumbled against the tree trunk in the woods, even more aggressively than they had even in Elena's dream.

And she knew that this time there would be no stopping it. There was no time to do so, even if she had wanted to.

Hanson was on top of her, pinning her down into the mattress. The way his muscles rippled against her torso made her quiver with desire.

She felt his cock throbbing between her thighs, the tip just barely brushing her slick folds.

Breathing in the scent of him, the rest of the world seemed to melt away. There was nothing but him melting into her as he slipped his cock deep inside her.

She gasped with the sheer size of him, surprised by the full, stretched sensation as he filled her fit to bursting. It was an even more painfully pleasurable sensation than she had dreamt of.

And Hanson paused, pressed to the hilt, as if to allow her to grow used to him. He kissed her lips, her jaw, her throat, and then finally her collarbone before he started to thrust deep inside her, his cock almost exiting every time before he slammed right back inside, deliciously slowly.

It was slow and sensual, yet animalistically aggressive. And the mixture of aggression, passion and tenderness was enough to make Elena's head spin wildly.

Utterly at his mercy, she threw back her head and gasped, biting back the urge to scream.

Her body was his now, and she gave it to him willingly, opening her legs wide and arching her back when he brought his mouth down to her breast and took her nipple in between his teeth.

He grazed the soft rosebud erection of her nipple ever so gently until her pussy responded, clenching tightly around his cock.

It appeared he knew exactly what he was doing. Releasing her nipple, he kissed it softly before moving to the other.

"Fuck!" Elena gasped, aloud. And just when she thought she might not be able to hold back any longer, Hanson's hand came down over her mouth, cutting off her scream as he thrust harder and harder.

She came all over his cock as he whispered huskily into her ear, "Good girl. Cum for me, baby."

There was no denying his request. In fact, she came over and over again as he slipped his free hand under her buttocks and angled her pelvis toward his. Thrusting deeper and deeper, he touched every sensitive inch of her insides. And had he not been covering her mouth, she might have screamed the entire manor down.

When she was sure she couldn't take anymore, she bit gently into his palm and gasped, "Stop, please, stop! I can't take anymore! I'll scream."

Hanson paused and she dared to open her eyes just in time to see his devilish grin.

When he gripped hold of her hips, slipping his cock from her, Elena's instinct kicked in.

He barely had to urge her with a gentle tug for her to flip right over. She buried her face in the pillows, screaming as he buried himself deep inside her once more.

Pinned on her stomach now, she arched her back again, pushing her buttocks up towards him. She needed him deep, as deep as possible. And somehow, their fucking became even more animalistic.

He raised up on his knees and grabbed her hips, pulled her up ever so slightly so that he could thrust deeper and deeper.

Propped on her breasts and the front of her shoulders, Elena continued to scream into the pillows, cumming over and over until she was trembling and her mouth was dry.

Hanson's panting turned into a guttural groan then, and he growled low in his throat, "Fuck, Elena!"

"Hanson!" she moaned into the pillows and her pussy clenched hard around his cock.

It was then she felt the throbbing sensation inside her, the bulging and growing that told her he was close. His breathing changed, growing deeper, more ragged, and Elena thrust herself back against him.

Hell, she needed this, she needed to feel his pleasure spilling deep inside her. And it did just that. He exploded like a warm water fountain on a summer's day deep inside her, filling her fit to bursting with his silky essence.