No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 70: I am no longer a stranger

Theo can’t believe his eyes, it hasn’t been a minute since El was very affectionate with him, and right now the bear-boy is already shoving him away like shit as if he suddenly makes him want to puke. While their mouths haven’t even been two seconds since they broke away from a rather sincere and passionate kiss. He can still feel a trail of saliva hanging between their two wet and swollen mouths, but that hasn’t been enough to change his status in El’s eyes, El still treats him as coldly as ever.

He retracts by making himself very small at the end of the bed, at the very limit of camouflage itself, an ability he does not even possess. He’s too ashamed of how the other treats him now to admit that he almost let that jerk fuck him like a whore when the jerk has no genuine feelings for him. But what humiliates him, even more, is his body, which bears the traces of their passionate debate; his buttocks are moist rather than wet and sensitive, proof that he did not dream of the thing that just happened.

His sensitive, swollen nipples scratch and itch when touched, as well as when they rub against the bed sheets. Everything tells him he’s not crazy, he and El were in a much more erotic than compromising situation a few seconds ago.

So why is El reacting like this now? Why does he push him away and treat him like shit when not long ago he had his head hidden between his legs and his tongue buried deep in his ass? Not to mention, he just came like a beast without holding back in this wicked hooligan’s throat. Now Theo is perplexed and lost... ’This simpleton has a big behavioral problem he has to deal with,’ Theo thinks, but in the meantime, he has to find a way to use his shame and embarrassment to get out of this room, which risks suffocating him to death if he stays one more minute locked up here with El.

As Theo panics and begins to shrink into a ball to try to minimize the chances of him still being visible in the bed, El is confused on his side, trying to grasp what is going on in the house. The latter thought he heard the panicked voice of Howie, who called him, but when he listened carefully, there was no one at home—not a single breath of life apart from him and Theo. They’re still alone here, as far as he knows, completely forgetting to take into account Theo’s state of mind right now.

It must be said he has taken much more than a shine to Howie; imagine hearing the latter call him when the latter is ten thousand leagues away from him, not to mention that not a second ago, the only person he was thinking about was Theo’s body in his arms. "damn Ash!"

El doesn’t even realize he’s upset the poor darling after kissing him so hard and passionately, making him feel frail and stupid the minute he shoves him to the other end of the bed. On the other hand, what Theo does not know is the reason behind El’s violent reaction.

The truth is that the bear realized how negligent he had been. First, he didn’t have the presence of mind to erect a sound barrier when he ushered Theo into his room after what happened in the hallway, and he took the liberty of making the poor thing make all this kind of noise.

The mere thought that the whole household must have heard Theo moan horrifies Bravael and completely deprives him of reason, the bear in him asks for the exclusivity of these moments of intimacy with Theo, he is theirs.

Nobody but him should hear Theo moan like that, and he left him unprotected while people with super-hearing in the house could hear them even if they were locked up ten thousand feet underground. There’s only one thing El can think about right now that bothers him about this situation: the household heard his darling’s erotic moans. Is he serious?

Anyway, after all, it’s El. And then he has the right to be protective of his lover’s moans, right? Everyone has their priorities.

He hasn’t been protective of what is his, which means "his fluffy plush," so he’s ashamed of having acted so recklessly and especially like a jerk who lets himself be led by his cravings and boiling hormones.

So, as he strains his ears to perceive the different noises in the house, his guts twist in disgust at the very idea of seeing Theo’s face contort in a repulsed grimace when he realizes that the whole house heard him jerkoff widely. He’s not prepared to face a new Theo who is disgusted with him for his recklessness when they’ve only recently found some semblance of peace or common ground.

Theo got out of bed very slowly, avoiding making the slightest noise possible, and above all, making himself smaller than a fly. He has to get out of there; that’s his only concern for the moment. At first, he shouldn’t even be here, but he has spent the last few days pent up without being able to sleep or eat properly.

And, despite his expectations that he will be able to express his frustration through his exercises, the problem persists. He couldn’t sleep and couldn’t concentrate or think about anything else without El’s face materializing in his head, even in front of his eyes, like an annoying bad taste advertising hologram.

Not to mention this invisible force that pulls him towards the idiot as if he were attached to a military submarine in the open sea while a malicious person left him there with the waves as his only friend while the submarine pulled into the depths of the sea again and again, even further, without him managing to free himself from his knots.

A confused and troubled Rufus is not the best thing that can happen on a full moon, let alone when said Rufus is the alpha of his pack. He has responsibilities and duties towards his pack, and he must be a role model for them; it’s out of the question that he is the one who puts them in danger a second time when his role is to protect, represent, and defend them. Getting carried away by his emotions risks driving him wild, and who knows what he might do in a city like New York that is always alive and kicking?

So his accumulated pent-up frustration that he couldn’t control led to his transformation and brought him to the door of the Huckleberry. Even in his wolf body, he couldn’t manage his thoughts, all he had on his mind was finding El. Of course he did, but he didn’t expect the bear boy to welcome him so well. It was more than he had expected from the other, though Howie had a hand in it all.

So, for now, he thinks his nerves have calmed down a bit since he no longer feels like he’s drowning miserably without being able to do anything. This terrible feeling left him the minute El picked him up in his arms as he listened to the frantic beating of the latter’s heart.

But now he has to leave the premises quickly before El comes back to himself and redoes his portrait with his fists for free before throwing him out on the street like dirt. The moment of happy reunion has passed, and the thrills have faded in El’s body to make way for the vicious and resentful guy he used to be. Now all he has to do is set sail and avoid El by all means for the days to come.

El, for his part, perceives all of Theo’s movements, which the wolf-boy thinks he has concealed well to flee the room without making a fuss, but the latter is too afraid of Theo’s reaction to talk to him after realizing what he just did to him. They’ve never had a proper conversation before, other than letting their fists do the talking for them. So the poor bear doesn’t know how to start a discussion with the alpha without being rude.

El sits in the bed, straight as a post and taut as an electric wire, afraid to make the slightest movement; he knows that given their previous meetings, he must not have had a good image in Theo’s head, but he also doesn’t want to let him go without fixing everything; when he’s the one who ruined the mood, he opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it.

"There’s no one home," he finally realises Howie’s panicked voice is a figment of his imagination, or, to put it another way, his head playing dirty tricks on him. "Am I that possessive of his moans?" he wonders in his head as if his inner voice could answer him. They haven’t spoken to each other for a long time already; this one fell silent once they had finished their fusion. Since El has had all his physical and psychic abilities, since the very moment they formed the same person, Ursoc has been silent.

While the two of them are oddly lost in complex, inky thoughts over stupid misunderstandings, Theo remembers that he hadn’t brought his clothes when he arrived here a few hours earlier. So getting out of this house without El realizing it is mission impossible; he can’t leave with his ass in the open or turn into his wolf again as the full moon is fast approaching. Who knows what he might encounter on his way home? 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

And El on his side had a sudden movement of recoil, then he jumped off the bed, kicking like a gazelle in fright with a decomposed mine, which ripped an almost high-pitched scream from Theo’s throat. He was far too engrossed in his thoughts to sense the excitement in El’s demeanor and muscles in time.

"Oh sh*t, it’s in my head; he’s in my head," El yelled with all his might, eyes wide open in excitement and fear at the same time, leaving Theo perplexed and confused. This one is standing in a position much weirder than the weirdness itself, with one foot raised as if awkwardly trying not to stomp on a baby that leaped under his feet out of nowhere. His hands projectively cover the upper part of his body like a startled virgin, while one can see his testicles swinging miserably between the crossing of his legs, his eyes protruding from their sockets, and his messy hair falling into his mouth.

It’s a very funny picture that the great Theo Callaghan, the king of stock market investments and the proven playboy of Aubrun nightclub, has displayed in the corner of this room.

El begins to hop around the room like a carefree goat under the frightened eyes and complicated gaze of Theo, who does not know how to react or what to think of his companion’s new state of mind, but he still maintains his bizarre position as if he had forgotten how to stand on his two feet firmly planted in the ground.

Forgetting that they were in an awkward position not ten seconds ago, El happily walked around the bed, still under the horrified but rather difficult-to-discern gaze of Theo, and went to join him in his little corner. This time, Theo noticed with horror the enchanting smile drawn on El’s face, which attracts him even more than before, as if he were no longer that person who had just pushed him roughly.

"But what the hell is wrong with this idiot, for God’s sake?" Theo starts screaming in his head, alarmed and desperate. Without even knowing how or realizing it, El slid his hands around Theo’s waist, pulled him into his arms, and lifted him off the floor, holding him by his waist. He didn’t even realize how embarrassed Theo was or how frightened the latter was at the moment.

El whirls him around the room, still with that same big, bewitching smile on his face. "I have to wake up; otherwise, this dream will turn into a horrible nightmare before I know it," thought Theo as he admired the handsome lad with a sweet caramelized complexion, who effortlessly picked him up and twirled him around in the air like a little girl.

"What will El’s next state of mind be when he realizes what he is up to?" wonders Theo with fear in his stomach.