Carlisle, Abbie - Elijah's Vow [The Order of the Mist] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Abbie Carlisle

  It was still bitterly cold and snow lay in thick mounds around the edges of the cabin. The floor-length windows glimmered as the sun shone directly onto the clear panes of glass, making her squint. Along the low roof, icicles hung like daggers, ready to impale any unfortunate soul that got in their way.

  Jasmine exited the SUV and walked toward the veranda as Elijah came up behind her and took her hand in his. She turned and smiled at him. He looked so hot in his jumper and his black leather pants that she was having trouble concentrating, and slipped on the icy snow.

  Elijah grabbed her round the waist as she threatened to fall straight on her arse. His big strong grip encased her slim waist. She loved the feel of his touch as her blood began to heat in her veins.

  “Careful does it, sweetheart. It’s pretty slippery out here.” Elijah smiled, his sparkling eyes blazing in the sunlight as he lifted her into his arms to carry her inside.

  “I can walk you know,” Jasmine stated as she snuggled into his shoulder. He felt so warm and smelled amazing as his scent drifted through her, making her pussy spasm in anticipation at the thought of getting him naked.

  Elijah raised his eyebrows at her. His mocking smile had her giggling as he walked up the steps to the door. Opening it, he walked into the large living area.

  She was as light as a feather and he loved the feel of her close to him. He placed her down and she stared around at the plush surroundings. Two elegant cream couches faced each other in the middle of the large rectangular room with a small glass-covered table between them. Deep red pile cushions covered the couches and a large television hung above an enormous open fireplace. To the right, an opening led to what she thought must be the kitchen and an elaborately carved staircase stood facing her.

  “I take it Carrick has worked his magic on the woodwork in here?” she asked as she walked toward the kitchen.

  “He looks after all the properties that we own. He’s a pretty good carpenter when it comes to working with wood.” Elijah followed her as she walked in to the kitchen.

  “I know you didn’t decorate in here! There’s no black,” Jasmine said as she turned to Elijah and smiled. She would have to introduce him to her favourite colour, not really sure if he would approve of bright pink.

  Elijah smiled at her jibe about his passion for black.

  The kitchen was pretty much what she had expected. It had a typical country feel with wooden drawers and cupboard fronts and a large range cooker. It was tiled in soft orange and cream, which went well with the deep glow of the wood and the large fridge sat snug under the beams that supported the staircase.

  “Luca will bring our things as soon as he’s scanned them and he’ll pick up some supplies,” Elijah said as he leaned against the doorframe and watched as she looked inside the cupboards.

  “I’m starving,” Jasmine replied. She hadn’t eaten much breakfast and her stomach clenched.

  Elijah moved across the kitchen as she turned and leant against the worktop. He stopped directly in front of her as she stared up into his sensual gaze. Placing his hands gently around her petite waist, he lifted her up onto the worktop. She was now at his eye level as she placed her hands on his firm muscular arms.

  The amazing strong line of his jaw made him look positively ravishing and his broad shoulders had her heart pulsing. She moved her thighs apart to allow him to move closer. She was sure he would feel the heat pouring from her pussy as he leant in closer.

  His breath came in heavy pants as he leant forward to place a gentle kiss on her neck.

  Her clit pounded as he trailed kisses up her jawline and across her cheek. Running her fingers down to his waist, she could feel the firm tautness of his muscles though his jumper and she bent her head to give him room to lavish his soft supple lips across the side of her neck.

  Electricity sparkled through her veins as the intensity of her pleasure rose. Just the feel of his skin on hers made her quiver. He wanted her. She could tell by the way he ran his hands over her smooth exposed thighs, causing the nerve endings of her skin to contract. More bolts of pleasure shot to her clit. He removed her jacket that he had lent her and she shuddered as the cool air hit her warmed skin.

  “It’s a bit cool in here. Let’s see if we can’t get you a bit warmer,” Elijah said as he pushed himself closer to her and she wrapped her legs around his back.

  Elijah stared at her soft auburn eyes. She was strikingly seductive as he picked her up and walked toward the stairs. He climbed them with ease and walked toward one of the rooms that led from the small corridor. As he entered one of the bedrooms, he could not take his eyes off her. He wanted to touch every inch of her body, take every inch of her with his tongue, and feel the soft tunnel that lay beyond her pussy. He laid her gently on the bed as he stood and removed the Aeron jumper, revealing the hot, supple muscles of his abdomen.

  Jasmine moved further onto the bed as Elijah pulled at the button of his pants, slowly pulling the zipper down to reveal the large desire that built as soon as he’d touched her in the kitchen. He had grown long and hard as his cock screamed for her touch and the sight of her now had desire pumping through his veins. He kicked off his boots and pants and stood fully naked before her.

  Jasmine gaped at the awesome sight that stood before her. The golden tan of his skin and the bulging muscles of his legs had her clenching her thighs together as she moaned at the sight of the glorious length of his cock. She lifted herself from the bed and crawled onto her knees, leaning forward as she took the wondrous shaft in her hands. It took both hands to cover his cock and she could only just fit her hands around his wide girth as she stared at the rounded bulge at the end. It wept, glorious and silky, as she moved closer, licking at the end.

  Elijah convulsed as her tongue made contact, making him growl as his cock jerked and his muscles clenched. Fire blazed through him straight to his balls as she wrapped her lips around his engorged head, taking him into her mouth. The feel of her warmth made him lift his head as he closed his eyes to savour the sensation of her tongue circling the end. She sucked him slowly, pulling back and thrusting him deep back inside her wet casing to the back of her throat. Pleasure shot through him as he placed his hands on either side of her head, entwining his fingers into her luscious curls. She was going to make him come as she made soft moaning sounds that vibrated down the shaft, making him want to guide himself harder into her mouth.

  “That feels so good, baby, suck me harder sweetheart.” Elijah panted as his threatening orgasm built, making his groan louder.

  Jasmine loved the invasion in her mouth, the soft, smooth skin that covered the length, and the pleasure she was giving him. The sounds of his moans made her pussy spasm. She wanted him to come, taste the salty juice that would explode from him as she sucked him harder and faster.

  Elijah couldn’t stop the orgasm that rose and erupted within him. His balls tightened as cum shot from his cock, making him clench his ass and push deeper into her mouth. He held her head still. His nerve endings fired with bolts of carnal electricity and the groan that escaped his throat was raw, filled with passion for the amazing female that held him prisoner. He panted hard as his seed blasted and he gazed down at her long, curved eyelashes that framed those sexy eyes. She was a beautiful sight below him, his cock in her mouth as she slowly pulled away.

  She smiled as he bent down, gently guiding her to lie back across the bed. He removed her pumps and ran his hands over the lustrous skin of her calves and up her thighs. Her skin felt like silken petals as he moved further to her leggings, pulling them down to remove them. Her satin panties encased the soft mound of her pussy as his hands brushed past the covering, making her whimper. He tore at them, wanting to see the soft folds of her glistening slit that melted his self-control.

  Moving higher up her tight little body, he ran his hands over her petite waist, and pulled the end of her vest-top over her head. Bending over the curved fullness of her breasts, he took one rosy hard bud into his mouth and sucked har
d, caressing the other and making her groan.

  “You taste so sweet, like honey,” Elijah said softly as he kissed down her stomach, making her muscles twitch at the touch of his gentle lips on her skin.

  Jasmine could feel every minute sensation, her skin sensitive to every kiss as she felt her nipples harden further. The warmth radiating from him had her skin roaring for his touch. He moved down her body toward her pulsating clit. She needed to feel the wetness of his tongue licking and sucking at her yearning pussy. Desire for him overtook her every thought as she ran her hands through his hair.

  “Oh god, Elijah, I want to feel you, feel you inside me.” It was all that she could think about.

  Elijah kissed the edge of her thigh, inhaling at her sweet scent as he moved his hand down and gently rubbed her clit.

  Jasmine cried out as pleasure hit her hard. Her insides clenched as he began to lick her clit in circles, gently kissing and then tugging at the sensitive bud. He trailed his finger gently between her smooth, wet creases until he reached the opening to her hot tunnel and pushed deep inside, teasing the spot he knew would intensify her pleasure. She was so hot and soft as he pulled back and pushed harder insider her again.

  She cried out his name. Her insides jerked with such erotic pleasure, she thought she would explode. He continued his relentless tormenting as she clenched, trying desperately to control her breathing.

  Elijah couldn’t stand another second without feeling himself buried deep inside her. He sat up on his knees and pulled at her hips, bringing her pussy closer to his impatient cock. She was so ready for him, so wet as he slid smoothly inside her. The feel of her satin skin gripping him made him growl as he stared into her passionate gaze. He wanted to fill her, feel every inch of her glorious pussy, and she took him willingly.

  “You are mine,” he stated, wanting her to know that no other would ever possess her.

  Jasmine smiled. She knew that no one else could ever fill her heart, body, or soul as he did. She was falling in love with him and couldn’t deny him anything.

  Elijah began to thrust hard, gripping her hips to fill her deeper. Her heat excited him and his rhythm grew to match the pounding of his heart. The sight of her pleasure made his cock throb with desire. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the feel of her as he listening to the soft moans of her pleasure.

  Jasmine felt heat sear through her body with each impale of his long, hard cock. Pleasure shuddered to every cell inside her, becoming more than she could bare. She moaned louder, her mind lost in the sensations of pure ecstasy. The power of his body had her orgasm rising and she couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to. Her muscles tightened around him and she screamed out his name. She couldn’t breathe. Wave after wave of intense pleasure burned through her as her climax hit her hard.

  He watched her shatter around him, elated at the pleasure he saw in her eyes. The wetness of her orgasm stroked at his cock and he felt his orgasm build in his balls. An animalistic growl erupting from his throat. He arched his back and exploded inside her, stilling as his seed shot deep into her beautiful body. Staring down at her, he exhaled deeply.

  He reached down and kissed her, knowing his heart belonged to her. She was his world and he would always love and cherish her. Forever.

  Chapter 17

  Jasmine showered and pulled a large towel around her as she stepped out of the bath and onto the cold tiled floor of the en-suite bathroom. It had been decorated in a typical country style with wooden cabinets and a freestanding bath, and the taupe-coloured walls had been cut short by the sloping roof inlaid with pine beams.

  The floor had been made from a cream-coloured stone which complemented the colour of the walls, and Jasmine had liked how the room felt warm and cosy. The window held pine-slatted blinds and above the pristine white square sink unit, a mirror hung, steamed from the hot water of the shower. The bathroom was both classic and modern, which Jasmine thought worked really well with each other.

  She took a towel from the tall chrome wall radiator and wrapped it around her soaking locks and walked into the bedroom. She hadn’t had a good look around when Elijah had carried her in earlier and noticed the amazing four-poster bed that seemed to dominate the whole room. How had she missed it? Its carved posts were interlaced with an exquisite pattern and Jasmine walked over and ran her hands over the smooth varnished surface. Sitting down on the soft white duvet, she thought about the pleasure she had felt from Elijah’s caresses.

  A slight shiver crossed her arms as the moisture on her skin began to cool in the air. Walking over to the pine dresser, she pulled open one of the draws and took out a pair of boxers. She still didn’t have many of her clothes and was sure that Elijah wouldn’t mind if she borrowed some of his until she got her own.

  Elijah’s jumper rested on a wicker chair beside the bed and Jasmine grabbed it, pulling it over her head, and down her body until it reached just above her knees. She inhaled his alluring masculine scent that seemed to ease from every fibre of the jumper. God, he did something amazing to her insides as she pulled it up to her face and breathed in deeply. It made her stomach twist with pleasure. She was becoming seriously addicted to him in every way.

  Elijah had warmed her up nicely, but now that she didn’t have his hot body next to her to keep her warm his jumper would have to do. The temperature in the cabin was too cold for just leggings and a vest-top as she rolled up the sleeves of the jumper. She brushed her hair, and left the room, returning to the living area.

  Luca had arrived sometime in the last hour and was standing by the couch talking with Elijah. She hadn’t had time to meet him properly before their quick exit from the compound and he looked very young compared to the rest of The Order. His short black hair, spiked in a fashionable way, reminded her of the guys that had played in the football team back when she was in high school. He was as tall as the others, well over six feet, and looked like he had spent hours at the gym. There was no way would someone that young be his size without some serious training.

  As she walked down the stairs, Elijah and Luca turned to face her.

  Luca’s smile lit his face as he raised his eyebrows and stared at her long exposed legs. Jasmine returned his smile.

  “Hi, Jasmine, I’m Luca.” He moved forward to shake her hand.

  Elijah growled, shooting Luca a disapproving look as Jasmine crossed the room to stand beside Elijah and gently placed her hand on his chest.

  “Easy there, he’s only being nice,” she soothed. She knew he didn’t want anyone to touch her but he would have to ease up on the growling or no one would end up talking to her for fear of pissing him off.

  “Hi, Luca, ignore him,” she replied as she sat on the couch and winked, which made Luca snigger.

  Elijah huffed.

  “I put your things by the door, Jasmine. I scanned them and found this in your purse.” Luca handed Elijah a small microchip that he’d crushed, and he sat on the couch opposite.

  “This is how they’ve been able to follow you. Hopefully they won’t know where you are now, as long as we destroyed it in time,” Elijah stated as he placed the microchip on the table.

  Elijah fumed inside. They’d somehow gotten near enough to her to plant a tracker in her belongings and that thought had his blood boiling in his veins.

  “Why do they want me so bad? It’s not like I know anything so why come after me?” She stared at the microchip. “This is never going to end is it?”

  Elijah knelt at her feet and took her hands in his. “I promised I would keep you safe and that’s exactly what I am going to do. I’ll call the males here and surround the cabin. If they try and get in then we’ll take them out.” He could see the distress across her face and it made him grieve to think his female was suffering.

  “Call Jonah and get all the males to come to the cabin, then go out and scour the area. Let me know if you see anything,” Elijah instructed Luca.

  Luca nodded as he stood and walked to the main door, taking out his phone
to call Jonah. As soon as he left, Jasmine curled her arms around Elijah’s wide shoulders and held him close. She wanted to feel safe as she buried her face into his shoulder.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. As soon as the males get here we can find them and end this once and for all,” Elijah reassured her, inhaling her beautiful scent as he encircled her waist and pulled her closer. He tried hard not to let her hear the venom in his voice for the bastards that had put her in danger. The thought of her hurting cut at his heart. He gently kissed the soft auburn curls of her hair.

  Questions started to swirl in her mind.

  “Do you think that it’s possible that it’s not actually me they’re after? What if it’s someone else, maybe the King that I am supposed to know about? What if they are using me as bait to try and lure him?”

  “But you said you didn’t know anything about the King? How would they know about your connection?” Elijah asked.

  “Maybe they want to take me so that I can lead them to him? Or they think I know who he is, or where they can find him?”

  “I suppose that’s possible. What we need to find out is how they knew about you in the first place. We know you are the key to all this but there must be something else, something we’re missing.”

  “None of this makes any sense. It’s not like I’m anyone special.” Jasmine stood and started to pace round the living room.

  “You are to me,” Elijah replied and Jasmine saw the sincerity in his gaze.

  She knew that she felt the same. Even though they had only known each other for a short time she was irrevocably in love with him. He had taken her heart and wrapped it in his own. He was the kindest person she had ever known and made her feel like she was all that ever mattered. Something she had never known except from her parents who had sadly died a few years before. She felt a pang of sadness at the thought of their deaths. Her mother had died of cancer and her father had never really gotten over it. He had gone into a depth of depression that he had never been able to recover from and had given up. She had tried to help him, support him by cooking and cleaning for him, and paid the bills the best she could, but he had sadly died a few years after. She’d missed them both and had left six months later and made a new life for herself in New York.