The kiss. The wolf. The girl.
1314 Words
Rose
He started kissing me.
All thought of seeing his wolf are gone.
Nothing is going through my head.
His lips on mine, so soft, and demanding, like a man starved of food.
We kissed like no tomorrow. And he held me tight in his arms. I never want him to let go. Just to be here, with him is enough. I wish we could stay like this.
His arms are perfect, muscular, hard. And holding me so tight that it is hard to breath, or is it because of the hot kisses?
Every now and then he gives me small soft kisses so we can catch our breath.
I do not want this to stop.
Because he is amazing. This amazing guy, who I know for only a couple of days. Makes me feel alive, like there is no tomorrow, just us and the moment.
Just from kissing and hugging I can feel he is honest and that he wants me, awkward and all. As for me, I want him also.
He kissed me some more, feather kisses. And looks at me, not with list in his eyes but with love, relief and adoration. I can’t believe I know him for only a couple of days.
„Hi.” Can I get any weirder? Like seriously there are plenty of words in the vocabulary Rose. Must you choose hi?
„Hey.” And he smiles at me.
„I want to show you something. Here, sit next to this tree and close your eyes. No peeking!”
„Ok.”
I sit with my back to the tree and close my eyes. I only open them when I hear something similar with bones being broken. I only see a black wolf.
Is this my black wolf? From my dream.
He comes in front of me and plops himself on the grass. His head resting on my lap.
„Uhm, hi … Hello. You must be Daemon?”
But the big wolf only snorts. Did Matteo put something in my breakfast? No, I do not think so. But I think the wolf understands me.
Weird thing is I feel safe.
If I were not crazy, and sarcastic with myself. I would scream or do something in fear. I mean, that would be a more realistic response. Or not.
It is hard to put a puzzle together when you do not think that the image is real.
„So, you are Daemon but also Matteo?”
The big wolf perks his ears and sits.
Can things get any weirder? I mean, I am standing in the middle of a forest. I do not know where Matteo left, and on top of everything I am talking to his wolf and assuming that he is a shifter.
„Wolfie, don’t get me wrong. Because I like you. But where is Matteo? I am starting to get scared here.”
Daemon lets out a growl which I hope was not directed at me.
The next thing I know is that I can hear bones breaking and I see that the wolf in front of me is shifting into Matteo. A very naked and sexy Matteo.
I was right, I am not crazy, he is a shifter, they exist …
Matteo
In my wolf form I could understand what Rose was telling me. But I could not answer.
She has a few ideas as to what we are. But she has no confirmation. I should shift and tell her. Be honest with her. That is what Daemon tells me, just to be honest and it will turn out ok.
I started shifting in front of her. And she passed out. I am such an i***t, and a bigger one for listening to my wolf.
I picked her up, bridal stile, with her head on my shoulder. Not giving a damn I was naked. Her heartbeat was normal. No reason to take her to the pack-clinic.
So, I took her to my room. In my bed. And I laid next to her.
At first, I was just watching, making sure she was breathing. But then I go tired, and decided to hold her in my arms and take a nap.
Rose
I wake up to snoring. Open my eyes and Matteo is holding me in his arms.
My head was on his chest. His well-toned chest, with a little hair. How I would like to play with his chest hair. And his black curls, even if he had a messy hair-style.
His hands were on both sides of my waist, trapping me in his arms. Not that I mind but I had an urge to go to the bathroom, a big one.
No matter how hard I try to shimmy my way out of his arms, he just keeps holding me tighter.
He does look even cuter when he sleeps. If that was possible.
„Matteo! Please wake up. I have to use the bathroom.”
No use, he is a deep sleeper. I wonder if I can tickle him. No, he might hit me by mistake.
Let me try something. I wonder if it works.
„Daemon?”
Fat chance, I mean can a wolf spirit talk?
„Yes love.”
„Can you please let me use the bathroom? I can’t wake Matteo up.”
„Sure love. But first tell me. Are you afraid of me?” His voice was deep, animalistic. Not one sound similar to Matteo’s voice.
„No. But please, I need to go to the bathroom. And when I come back, we can talk.”
„Hurry love!”
I went to the bathroom, did my business, and lucky me found a toothbrush for my teeth. You know, just in case we kiss. I do hope we kiss. I wonder if kissing Daemon means I am cheating. It shouldn’t, right? Because they are one and the same. Man and beast, together they are one. Like two halves.
„Daemon?”
„Still here love.”
„Why do you keep calling me love?”
„Well, because you are my love. My mate. My everything. I will die without you!”
„How do you know I am your mate?”
„Your smell, is honey and apple, it calls to me. It makes me calm. No one can make me calm or talk to me but you. That is how I know. But you, feel it as the bond between us grows, like small electric currents going down your spine, like goose bumps when I am looking at you or am near you. Can you feel it?”
He walked in front of me. Looking at me. Searching for something.
„I was looking to see if you got scared. Of me. Can I hold you in my arms?”
„Yes, of course!” And I gave him my big, warm, Rose smile.
He wrapped me in his arms. And smelled me. I guess it is a wolf thing. He sniffed my neck and rested his nose in the place where my shoulder meets my neck. I can lie and say that we just hugged but luck has it. Or super wolf, or mate ability, that he read my mind.
„Can I kiss you?”
„Can you read my mind?” I mean, can he?
„Maybe. But that is a talk for another time. Now let me enjoy my time with you!”
I expected him to be rough. I mean, hello, beast, wolf.
But he was gentle like he was afraid of breaking me like some fragile china.
He lifted me in his arms like I was a cup of hot cocoa. And in case you haven’t figured it out yet, I like-looove my food.
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