I Want Her

~Aiden

I've been holding it back for a couple of weeks. Not that I hadn't told her before.

I did.

But certainly at the wrong time.

She looked the prettiest when she turned fifteen.

One day, while playing games on the field, I told her about how I felt.

She laughed so hard like it was a joke.

Like I was a joke.

Then she bumped my chest and simply asked that we continued the game.

That was it.

I never thought of mentioning it even though my feelings for her grew even more unbearable each morning I saw her pretty face.

I've been pondering since she turned eighteen about how to drop it this time so she knows I'm serious about her.

She was maturing too quickly and I didn't want her to be taken by someone else before I ever tried to shoot my shot.

Elder Damien came visiting very early that morning and all three of us…Elder Damien, dad and I…discussed and shared ideas for solutions about the current lingering issue in the pack.

That was when I caught sight of Nadia from the distance…standing and watching us with her cute innocent eyes.

Or so I thought.

I couldn't take my eyes off her anymore. She looked stunning in her messy bun and her clothes were small, clinging to her curves in a perfect fit, exposing an ample amount of skin.

I called her and her steps were fluid as she came forward.

After exchanging greetings, I decided to drop Elder Damien off in his car before returning to meet Nadia.

I was anxious, fingers trembling as I gripped the wheelchair's armrests, carefully maneuvering him out.

Returning, I was excited like a man who was preparing to propose to the love of his life.

She was.

But it wasn't a proposal. Not yet.

At least she should know about my feelings before anything else.

I stood right in front of her door, taking in nervous breaths, practicing what I'd say to her.

I memorized a few words and inhaled deeply.

I didn't feel ready but I had to go anyway.

I knocked on the door and pushed it open, a small anxious smile playing on my lips.

I saw her on the bed.

But then she quickly dragged the sheets over her body.

There was a frightening look on her face, her lips stuttering.

“Nadia?..”

I'd called, confused.

But then she lashed out angrily at me, questioning my manners because I barged into her room.

I tried to explain myself to her but her voice was always louder than mine, her words too sharp for me to speak.

She scolded me and I thought it would end there…until she asked me to get out of the room already.

I didn't argue or try to explain further. I simply stepped backward, hurt and disappointed.

But then, as I turned to leave, I caught sight of her makeup brush beside her, covered in white slime.

That was when I realized.

She was touching herself.

But there was nothing to it.

It wasn't supposed to be a problem.

Not one she should want to hide from me.

Not when I always did the same in my own room. The difference is I pictured her in my head while doing it.

She was hot…petite waist and full front and backside, curves round like she was sculpted on a Sunday morning.

When she'd undress in front of me and pretend like she didn't know what she did to me.

But I grew to be strong around her, my self control strengthened.

I always wore tight inner shorts whenever I knew I'd be around her. Because I didn't want my manhood pushing through my trousers in front of her and having her get everything wrong.

And when I’d go back to my room, I would brusquely drag my trousers down from my waist, take my manhood out of its confinement, apply my lubes and stroke my manhood hard and merciless until my cum would be dripping on my own hands.

After leaving Nadia's room, I came into my room, slammed the door behind me and shoved my fingers inside my hair, shuffled it, teeth gnashing against each other, hard frustrated groans escaping my throat.

It was supposed to be a good morning.

Once where I finally get relieved of the heavy burden in my chest.

The burden of hiding my feelings from the woman I love.

I wanted her to know.

Rejection or acceptance, I already braced myself for both.

Because it was better to be rejected than to die in silence.

But it got ruined within seconds.

I messed up and I knew it.

I fell on the bed, thinking, rolling to different sides and clutching my pillow, thinking about her.

If I wasn't the prince of Ashenhowl, who everyone looks up to after my father, I’d have cried my ass off thinking about how she scolded me.

I needed a drink.

Just to cool off.

To think of another way this can be resolved. Because I wasn't sure how long I could live with this anymore.

If she says she doesn't have feelings for me, after I confessed my feelings, then that'll be okay. I'll just use a few weeks to get over it and of course, accept my fate.

Not like it's going to be so easy for me.

But first, she needs to know about it.

I stood up from my bed and walked out of my room, heading to the home bar.

I walked down the stairs, gaze fixed on my feet, my mind completely elsewhere.

Thinking about her.

I looked up when I got to the home bar and damn.

She was there.

Sitting on the stool, a bottle and a glass of drink in front of her.

My heart flinched. I gripped the fabric of my trousers. My pace dropped.

My lips pressed together.

The moment was awkward.

I was already there. Couldn't turn away.

Not when she already saw me.

I stepped forward, trying to put myself together.

After all, what's the worst that could possibly happen?

“Hey Nadia,” my voice came out more broken than I intended. “I didn't think you'd be here,"

She didn't answer.

Just drank the last drink in the cup and poured more from the bottle.

I grabbed a stool and sat beside her, eyes fixed on her face the whole time.

“Nadia…are you okay?”

She tilted her head to me, then turned back to face her drink.

“Nadia, I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I didn't mean to walk in on you…”

The stern gaze she dropped on me stripped me of every other word I was going to say.

She took another sip.

I couldn't speak again.

My words mumbled in my throat. Didn't dare escape.

Silence.

I gripped the counter tight, adjusting restlessly on the bar stool, my eyes flickering to her at brief intervals.

Oh shit.

I hadn't noticed in the dim light.

What she wore… silk transparent robes.

And nothing underneath.

I tried not to stare too long but I couldn't help myself.

My eyes couldn't.

Her cleavage and boobs were exposed.

Almost completely.

I bit my lips.

The robe was loosely tied. Only covering her back completely.

And the front?

Damn the front.

Everything was exposed. Nearly

Her midriff. And her breasts.

One of her nipples was out. It looked so hard and edible.

And her thighs too.

The robe was spread apart, exposing all of it

Shit!

I couldn't stop myself from looking at what was between her legs.

It looked so damn soft, glistening under the light.

I continued staring, dirty visuals forming in my head.

Then I shifted my stool closer to her and lifted my hand to her thighs, rubbing it on her smooth skin.

I slid my hand downward, dragging it inside her thighs.

And then…my hand touched her pussy.

My fingers first. Moving slowly, dragging at her pussy lips.

So fucking soft.

She licked her lips. I saw it.

Then held my arm, directing it to move exactly how she likes it, her eyes closed, head tilting backward.

This was the perfect time. I thought.

I leaned in, my lips almost reaching hers.

And then it brushed her upper lips.

Fuck.

I shook my head, eyelids fluttering.

Crazy imagination.

She was still seated on her stool, sipping her drink like I didn't even exist to her.

“Okay, that's enough." I reached and grabbed the bottle. "I won't sit here and watch you drink like that. Are you crazy?”

"Aiden, give it back."

“No,"

“I'm not a kid anymore. Give me back my drink." She stretched, attempting to snatch the bottle back.

But I was too fast for her.

She tried again but failed.

“Look, I'm not playing these cheap games with you.”

“What's the problem? Tell me, Nadia,"

Her lashes closed against me and she rudely pushed me out of the way.

She walked to the liquor cabinet and grabbed another drink, snatching the glass cup from the table

“You can have that one. I'll be in my room now."

I watched her retreating back as she climbed up the stairs.

I heaved a sigh and sat back on the chair.

Maybe I should give her some time.

I spinned the bottle, staring blankly at the product label, my mind still thinking about her.

And that was when I heard a sharp scream from upstairs.

My heart flinched.

“Fuck! Nadia?!” I called, hurrying up the stairs.