Enzo (The Wolves Den: New #1)

10. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

"Ven, don't you dare walk out that door." One heartbeat, two, three...slam.

That was the sound of the front door slamming.

Smooth, real smooth.

Did you think that would work?

Why should he listen to you? You're not his mother.

Yep, her voices were right, but that didn't stop her from wanting him to care about her opinion. Not that she was going to pursue this thought because if he could care about her in two days, then she'd have to examine how she felt about him and Enzo after two days.

Instead, she walked over to Enzo, buried her head in his chest for a minute, and took deep breaths.

"Can you find him?" She looked up to him, hope in her eyes.

"I can track him anywhere. Ready?" She gave a nod and moved to the door.

They walked into the living room to find a sullen Ven sitting in an armchair with his legs kicked up. He looked at Deja, daring her to say anything.

Her heart was beating too fast, and if she wasn't careful, a tear might spill. The fact that Ven cared about her enough not to leave the house was doing something to her. Armed with a smile, she walked over to him and threw her arms around him.

"You can't hug me; the boss is here. You can only hug the boss."

She would have laughed, but the pain in his voice was real. Tightening her grip, she clung to him as he moved and twisted and pretended to try to break her hold. In the end, he stayed until she finally let him go.

She pulled on an armchair; it made a loud sound as she pulled it across the floor until she was sitting directly across from him. So close her knees touched his.

"This is probably new for you, but that's okay; it's new for me too. So, we should talk about what's going to happen. There are going to be times when it's just you and me in the house. I may be cooking or watching television. It won't matter; you are welcome to join. I better see you when it's time for meals, understand?" She waited for his nod.

"Now there may be times when it's the three of us in the house. Cooking, watching television, or even annoying me. I want you with me, us, understand? As long as I'm here, you're here. We're here together like a family. Okay?"

What are you thinking?

They're aliens; they don't have families.

Let's get back to what were you thinking.

The voices in her head were jumbled, but they asked good questions. What was she thinking? She didn't want to let Ven go after two days. Well, technically it was three days now, and she sure as hell didn't want to let Enzo go. Maybe she was just clinging on because she had lost everything. If that was the case, maybe she needed to lose everything more often.

She looked at Ven, leaning over she took his hands and looked into his blue eyes that were beginning to glow.

"Okay?"

"You want me to stay?"

"I do, and so does Enzo. He went through a lot of trouble getting that room set up for you. I think he planned this before I was even here; my coming just helped move things along."

"Boss?" Ven turned to look at him. His eyes slid half closed, but there was a hopeful sound in his voice that he couldn't totally hide.

"I've been working on this place for a while. You needed a place to go; I have the room." Enzo shrugged, but his voice was low, and Deja could hear how much he cared about Ven.

"We'll never get away with anything now," Ven whispered/screamed. "The boss lives right there."

He took her hand and led her to the window. Sure enough, there was a large house not that far away. That's also when she realized she was in a garage apartment, which meant his garage was huge.

"I'm going to go now," his eyes swept over Deja. "I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back."

"Okay, stay out of trouble." He turned and left after a comment to Enzo.

We're going to have to teach him to talk to girls.

We're gonna have so much fun.

We'll teach him how to protect his heart. Love spoke, they noticed she was still in a dark corner, but now she was facing the world. All the voices in her head gave her a nod. It was a sign of respect.

"Camire." She walked over to Enzo and let him wrap his arms around her as they stood there and swayed just a little.

He took her hand and led her to the couch.

"Are you scared of me?" He asked as he drew her down, so her body was snuggled up against him.

She didn't need the voices in her head to help her out with this one. There was no fear inside of her. None for him or Ven. For the others, well, that was up in the air, but she knew these two would never hurt her.

"No. You don't scare me."

"Maybe I should." He looked at her, green eyes glowing. "I want more from you than to be the bartender at the club. I have since the moment I saw you standing out front with your big brown eyes so wide as you gathered your confidence around you to walk up those steps."

"I was a little nervous," She gave him a teasing smile. "Seeing you and Declyn together is enough to make any female nervous."

"No need to be nervous." He placed his hands in her short hair and tugged gently. "I like your hair, the texture of it and how it curls in between my fingers."

She reached up and touched his hair; it was medium length and softer than silk. "Does your fur feel this way?"

"Our coats? Yeah, they feel like the hair on my head." His finger trailed down her neck; little sparks of pleasure went through her at his touch. "I should have asked, but I didn't. Do you have a mate?"

She shook her head. There was no way she'd be lying here if someone else held her heart.

"There's no one."

"Could there be me?" His voice was low and raspy as he asked in her ear.

How did she answer that? It's not like she just looked at a man, pointed, and said you're the one. On the other hand, her body was going up in flames every time he was around. She was feeling the need to do things she wouldn't normally do. It was always important to her to date first.

She knew plenty of females who thought nothing of going to bed with someone on the first or second date. She always envied them. For her, she needed to wait to make sure the reason a man wanted to sleep with her wasn't so that he could say he banged a plus-size female. Over the years she'd learned to be super careful.

For once she didn't want to be careful. "Guard your heart" was a motto she lived by because she knew what happened when you didn't. But guarding her heart didn't stop it from being broken and her ability to love from shutting itself down and saying never again. Her hand went up and caressed Enzo's face.

"I don't know, Enzo. All I know for sure is I wouldn't mind finding out where this will lead."

She always waited for the guy to make the first move. Why? For a while, she thought it wouldn't hurt as much if he rejected her then. She was wrong; rejection hurt. She also learned that it didn't make sense to go out with a man who didn't appreciate her curves. So she stopped blind dates a long time ago.

Stop thinking.

Kiss him already.

Have some guts.

Get some dick.

She loved the voices in her head. Yeah, they were just different parts of her, but they came in handy at times.

She leaned over and kissed him. Her mouth pushed against his tongue licking the seam of his mouth. Then he opened, allowing her tongue to slide in. For a minute she wavered, wondering how sharp those teeth were, then he kissed her back, and all thought was gone. Enzo’s taste was hot and spicy. Like the taste of a hot chili pepper, just enough to warm you up without burning you out.

She pushed her body closer to him, wanting to get a better taste of his lips and mouth.

"You make me want what I know I should be resisting," he whispered even as his lips trailed down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps behind that shivered with pleasure.

"Why shouldn't you want me?"

"We discovered early that human females were fragile."

She moved closer until she was able to sit on his lap, a leg on each side. Her hands worked pulling the neck of his tee down so she could place hot kisses on him.

"Some of us are. We're all built differently. Some of us like our men nice and gentle. Others like our men to love us harder; honestly, some of us even like men who give us some pain up to a lot of pain. That's why there's a different female for each male." She got frustrated and pulled at his shirt, which was tucked into his jeans, until he lifted his arms and took it off.

"Mmm, look at that." His chest was a work of art, and she wanted to taste, touch, and lick as much as possible.

She started at his collarbone, nibbling her way down. A lick here, a suck there. His body was hot, driving the fire in her higher; the spicy taste of his skin led her to want wild nights with him pounding hard inside her body. Slowly she dragged her hands down his chest, allowing her nails to graze him lightly.

A masculine moan came from his lips, making her pussy clench in need. He placed his hands on her sides, picked her up, and changed their positions. She was lying on her back. Her head was spinning over the fact that he picked her up. She'd never dated a man strong enough to do that.

She might have spent more time dwelling on that, but he laid on her. Big, masculine, powerful. Nothing had ever felt as good as his body pressing her down onto the couch. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as he pulled her shirt off.

He buried his head in her breast. "Beautiful, bountiful."

She had way more than a handful, something she knew men liked even if they didn't like the rest.

His big hand reached out and caressed her breasts, and she found her hips moving against his thick thigh. "I want to taste these beauties."

"Please." Taste, lick, bite, my breasts are all yours.

His hand went to the front of the bra, his thick fingers grasping at the clasp. In his haste, he missed it the first time and had to work on it a second time. A smile lit Deja's lips and made her even hotter as she watched him. He took one side off, leaving the other breast covered in pink material.

He placed his nose deep in the v of her chest and inhaled. "Your scent is tantalizing."

His hand came up to caress her breast. He held it in one hand and squeezed before his lips came down, and he placed small kisses all over it. She made small sounds encouraging him. Her body arched, wanting to feel him touch her everywhere.

Holding her breast in one hand, he rubbed his cheek against her like a huge predator who was tame for the moment. His tongue came out and licked her breast, teasing her before he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She let out a loud cry that had him flattening himself against the end of the couch.