The Tragic Mate

The Dream

The day's events had finally tired Seth enough to send him into a fitful sleep. His mind had been racing ever since he had left the scene of the incursion with the warriors, but his mind was increasingly filled with memories of Bell, leaving his heart racing and his body longing for her presence. He eventually drifted in and out of sleep, waking up panting and covered in a sheen of sweat, leaving behind vivid memories of moments that he had shared with Bell. He began clock-watching as he saw the minutes tick by between these episodes. Each time he reached past his clock for a drink to quench his parched mouth, he groaned at the mere minutes of constant pleasure and pain.

In the end, he yanked back the sheets in frustration and stomped into the kitchen to replenish his empty glass. Standing in front of the window behind the sink, he gazed unseeingly out into the night forest. Just as he was falling back into another memory of him wrapped in Bell's arms, he wrenched his mind back into the present and grabbed a bottle of whiskey instead. Taking it and a glass into the living room, he stoked the dying embers of the fire, put on another log and settled down into his armchair to brood with his glass of whiskey.

Instead of just sipping at his drink, he threw it back and poured himself another. Enjoying the momentary pleasure of the liquid fire hitting the back of his throat, he let it and several more soften his stomach, allowing it to flow through his whole body, welcoming the fuzziness that it brought. His head relaxed back into the chair as he focused on the warm buzz building in his body and mind. Gradually his breathing steadied, and his mind relaxed until he drifted off into a more peaceful slumber.

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'Clatter'

A single stone tip-tapped at the window above him, lightly hitting its target. He held his breath and waited. Silence strained too long so he sent another pebble against the window pain. Again he waited. This time he was rewarded with a shadow in the window.

"Seth?" A near-silent whisper drifted down from above him. It was all the invitation he needed, and he scaled the wall in less than a second.

"Bell!" He placed his hand carefully on her hand as it sat on the windowsill. "I couldn't wait to see you again." He whispered back to her as silently as she had.

Bell furtively looked behind her, fear unmistakable in her look. She turned back to him and placed a hand on his chest to push him back, but instead of pushing, her hand seemed to just rest on the flesh it found. She looked down at her hand and then into his eyes, her mouth slightly opened at the rush of feelings that flooded her as her hand touched his body.

Seth grinned widely at her, placing one of his hands on hers, thrilled by her touch. An overwhelming surge of longing ran through him. He wanted more of her touch. He wanted all of her touch. His body was suddenly on fire. An unspoken desire communicated itself between them, but as Seth made to move through the window and into her room, her expression changed to one of alarm.

"No!" He hissed out. Seth was taken aback and almost lost his grip as he perched precariously outside her window. "Wait!" She whispered a command. He did.

Bell placed one of her hands on the window frame and pointed down as she again looked over her shoulder. Seth looked down and then obeyed her glance, letting himself fall to the ground. As he righted himself, she landed on the ground besides him. He placed a hand on her elbow and lifted her up, bringing her against his body. As he looked down at her, she gazed up at him. Both of their expressions were slack as their bodies talked to each other, a heat radiating between them, but Seth was aware of her caution and broke their connection to pull her away from the house.

Willingly, she followed Seth through the start of the treeline until they could no longer be seen by anyone looking from any window in the house. Trees surrounded them, but Seth pulled her along until a small clearing appeared, where the moon peered through, offering enough light for them to see each other clearly with their shifter sight. Again, they gazed at each other, their desire reaching out to each other. These two were aware of nothing but each other.

Seth made the first move as he reconnected their bodies, holding her tightly to him. Her slack hands moved around him immediately to caress his back. Their bodies molded into one another, neither doing anything other than to comply with their demand to be as close to the other as possible. His hands came up to cup her face, his fingertips stroking against her hairline, then sliding down her soft cheeks, until his thumbs were stroking her cheeks and his fingers entwined in her hair. Slowly, his lips moved towards hers and her neck arched so that her lips were perfectly aimed to meet his.

Their kiss ignited every nerve in their bodies, bringing an uncontrollable desire sweeping through them both. A small moan escaped her lips and without thought, Seth took this as an invitation to worship her with his mouth, as hers opened under his. His tongue swept into her mouth, sweeping, tasting, thrusting and invading everywhere. She answered with thrusts of her own into his, their tongues playing with each other. Teasingly she nipped his lip, eliciting a growl from him. He moved his mouth down to her neck, nuzzling her sweet spot, licking and nipping. She arched her neck to allow him to enjoy everywhere he wanted to touch, causing more moans to escape her mouth. She shivered as desire exploded through her. She couldn't get enough of his touch and her own hands were roaming his body wherever she could reach.

His lips moved lower to the hollow of her throat, down her chest to the exposed skin, where her nightdress reached a v between her breasts. As his tongue lapped at the space between her breasts, Bell's knees began to quiver and to steady herself she held onto his head, her hands buried in his hair. Her eyes were tightly closed as she allowed herself to fully experience the pleasure that he was creating with his mouth. His scent surrounded and overwhelmed her, a musky, yet earthy flavor with a hint of spice seemed to envelop her. He was driving her wild and she could feel her core melting rapidly. She was wet for him, dripping wet. She clenched her muscles together as the desire began to build, but it was Seth that she wanted to build that particular fire, so she stopped herself and tried to concentrate on what he was doing. At that moment, he latched onto her n****e through the sheer fabric of her night shirt, as his other palm rolled over her other breast. She felt a spasm clench deep in her core. Shocked, she gasped.

"Seth! Oh Seth!" Her hands painfully tightened on his hair. She had no control of what she was doing, lost in the reactions to his hands and mouth.

Again he growled, releasing her breast from his mouth, his head came back up and he savagely claimed her mouth. "Like that sweetheart?" He groaned against her lips.

"So much!" She managed to groan back against his, her hands wandering over the front of his body. As she reached his shirt buttons, she undid them so that she could reach inside and touch him properly. His chest was covered in a fine layer of soft curls which she ran her fingers through.

A small growl of frustration erupted from her, "Mine!" One hand moved down to his waistband, over his jeans to his crotch where she firmly grabbed the bulge that was prominent through the material.

He gasped and groaned, letting go of the hand that had been wrapped around the back of her head. He placed the hand over hers and helped her to rub up and down the length of his arousal. "Yes! Like that." He gazed lustfully in her eyes as she locked hers with his.

"Not enough." She growled, her hand ripping away from his to reach his belt buckle. He fumbled with her hands to help undo his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans. As he slid them down, she went straight for the hem of his shorts and pulled them down his thighs, releasing the object of her desire. Standing proudly, she gazed down at her prize. All hers and she lowered herself down him until her mouth reached level with what it wanted, opening, ready to take him into her.