Watercolor Girl

Tomorrow

Ciaran

I woke up, the smooth and naked body of my mate draped over me, quiet snores escaping her lips. I had kept her up most of the night and into the early hours of the morning. She was exhausted and slipped into unconsciousness when I was finally done worshipping every inch of her body. She would sleep late.

I slipped out from under her, she didn’t stir, simply continued on in her sleep. I ran a shower, washed the weirdness of the day prior off or my body. I wasn’t sure how the situation between Lev and Evangeline would work out. I couldn’t see it ending well, but he had to be given his time, as we all did. The mate instinct was carnal and primal, it couldn’t be forced down or ignored, eventually the wolf would take over if it was disregarded long enough and that was never in anyone’s best interest.

“Are you ok?” I knew Lev had left last night. He’d waited longer then I would have been able to before slipping out into the darkness. Patrol reported having not seen him come back, so I can only imagine he’d found her, or he was still out running his wolf into the ground.

“She’s sleeping.” He avoided the question, but answered. That would have to be good enough for me. The situation was complex and I didn’t envy him. Anjie was a kind girl, she always had been, but I worried that her kindness would be misleading, in the end if she accepted the mate bond, which I doubted she would, I couldn’t ever see her being a part of this pack as she would need to be as the beta’s mate. I sipped my sweet light coffee and shook the thoughts away. I had things to do and didn’t need the distraction right now.

Lev

I sat beside her bed, with her hand in mine the rest of the night and through most of the morning. She stirred slightly from time to time, small whimpers broke the silence of the dead hours. I would squeeze her hand, or rub her knuckles with my thumb. It was all I could do to comfort her. I had stayed, because she asked, the floor wasn’t comfortable, but I noticed very little, I had her, she was near me, and that is all I needed. I rested my head against the side of her mattress, exhaustion set in, as much as I struggled against it, sleep eventually took me over and I succumbed.

Evangeline

His scent filled my room and I felt the events of last night all over again. I startled slightly when my eyes fluttered open and he was there, his hand gently holding mine, exhausted growl snores. Has he been there all night? What time was it anyway. I freed my hands from his before silently rolling from my bed. I knew my house and how to move through it soundlessly. I started coffee, before moving back to my room, he looked like a giant in a dollhouse, sleeping somewhat restlessly leaned against the bed. He was beautiful even in the awkwardness of this position. I leaned down, my lips beside his ear and whispered as quietly as I could.

“Come on.” His eyes flashed wide, but settled immediately. “You can sleep in the bed.” He looked around, still mostly asleep, but started to move, to stand. He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed before turning his body and curling up in a fetal position with his head on my pillow and drifting back into the depths of his sleep. His t shirt had ridden up a bit and I could see the small of his back peeking out between the waistband of his jeans and the hem of his shirt. I had an intense desire to touch the exposed skin, so I pulled the covers up, taking in a deep breath of his scent before slipping out of the room to my waiting coffee.

Conflict overwhelmed me. I had never wanted anything or anyone so much, the cruelty of the situation frustrated me. I couldn’t be a beta’s mate. I couldn’t be HIS mate. I barely existed in this pack, I didn’t want to be a part of it. But I wanted to be a part of him. I didn’t know. I found myself somewhat angry. I couldn’t imagine the Goddess being so cruel. I had done well out here by myself. But this? I stewed sipping my coffee, the dark, bitter black liquid. This had been my comfort for years, but it failed in comparison to the comfort his hand on my chin garnered. He’d ruined this. I couldn’t fathom stepping back, away from the intensity of the feelings and responses he evoked and awakened in me. The mate bond is strong, yet somehow I never imagined it like this.

I’m not sure how long I sat there contemplating my anger or confusion, but my coffee was cold when I heard him stir behind the closed door of my bedroom. The floor creaked, but I heard no footsteps before the door opened and he stood, perfect as he was, in the doorframe. Disheveled hair and intense features but Goddess so f*****g perfect. I stood, placing my coffee on the small counter beside my sink, he moved again, like silk and lightening, and I was in his arms. I didn’t want to be anywhere else, I wanted to feel the sparks under my skin. I wanted to hear his voice, and study his eyes. I wanted to exist within him and he in me. This wasn’t fair. This was so impossibly unfair even.

Lev

I woke up in her bed, barely able to remember her moving me. But she had. Her scent, so strong here, enveloped me and made me need her. I could smell coffee, but didn’t expect her to be sitting in the small kitchenette facing the door, I had almost expected her to exist as if I wasn’t here. That she would be going about her usual business. She was not. She was sitting and waiting, a mug to her lips with a tormented look on her face. She stood slowly, placing the mug to the side on the counter, I almost thought she would miss and it would drop, but it sat, placed just barely past the edge of the counter. Before I could comprehend my own movements I had her in my arms, my nose in her hair, pulling her against me. Her arms pulling me to her, I could feel her small hands, palms pressed against my back, and I could feel her gasping for air. When our bodies connected it felt like lightening running through me, I imagined it similar for her, enough to cause a momentary pause in the body’s memory of how to correctly breathe.

“Can I kiss you?” I asked her sheepishly, almost ashamed of my drive for her intimacy. But her hands found my face and pulled it to hers, her mouth pressing to mine, firmly, but with a gentleness, I had to bend awkwardly to kiss her, she was so short; I would have folded myself in half if I needed to. My hands found her lower back, pulling her tight to me, while her hands wrapped into my hair, I pressed my mouth to hers a bit harder, she released me, both of us gasping for air, before I pulled her back, I needed her, to touch her, to feel her. Her thin lips pressed tightly against mine, I bit ever so gently on her bottom lip, smiling when she gasped, the momentary separation allowed my tongue entry to her mouth and was met by hers, she pulled back.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was breathy, she was breathing heavily. “I don’t…” my hand found hers and I laced my fingers into hers before bringing them to my mouth and kissing each one, slowly. I stared at her, waiting. “I don’t know how to do this.” She flushed, looked away, the embarrassment and shame on her face screamed, I kissed her forehead.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Her eyes didn’t hide her lack of belief in that statement.

“I haven’t. I was no body in school, and then, well, the training took up so much of my time, I didn’t have time to date. Sleeping around never much appealed to me. I wanted my mate. I wanted to wait for you.” Her eyes burned. She flushed but in a way quite different from her embarrassment or arousal. I knew why, and I was I wasn’t going to make her say it, to me of all people.

“I know.” I linked her, she couldn’t wait she didn’t have a choice.

“I’m sorry.” The tone of her voice hurt me and I pulled her back against me, my lips found hers again and I calmed when she kissed me back.

“Don’t be. You did nothing that you have to be sorry for.” I didn’t want to acknowledge it anymore, so I spoke through our kisses before slowly pressing my tongue back into her mouth. She accepted, and the concept of any part of me being inside her made my heart race. I could feel my rock solid erection pressed against her and I could smell her arousal. Til growled, he could smell her too, and he wanted her.

Evangeline

His tongue found my mouth and I suddenly realized I had no idea the I was doing. I had never kissed anyone before, I had never wanted to. But I wanted to please him worse then anything. I pulled away, embarrassed, before entirely blurting out I had no idea how to do that. His smile was warm, and he assured me he didn’t either. I couldn’t imagine that, someone as beautiful and perfect as him, at mating age, had to have experience past what I did with this.

“I haven’t. I was no body in school, and then, well, the training took up so much of my time, I didn’t have time to date. Sleeping around never much appealed to me. I wanted my mate. I wanted to wait for you.” I know his words were meant as reassurance but they stung. I hadn’t waited, my virginity was gone long ago. I had never kissed anyone but I had been invaded, commandeered before.

His voice filled my head, bringing my reality back to him, and him alone, and where I wanted to be, not in the past. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.” His mouth found mine, speaking between kisses.

“Don’t be.” His mouth on mine, “You did,” more kisses, “nothing that you,” his teeth clenched gently on my lip, “have to be sorry for.” His tongue pressed back into my mouth, tentatively, asking for permission in its own way. He tasted delicious, and I enjoyed the feeling of his tongue exploring mine.

I could feel his erection pressed against me, and it momentarily embarrassed me. I understood and had been taught about the mate connection, that it was primal and furious, but I didn’t know it would ignite me like this. I suddenly wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me, completing me, and a tangible part of my own body. I knew he could smell my scent, in this tiny house I’m sure of it. I hesitated before pulling away. My bed was small, it was just mine and I had never planned on sharing it. He followed, adjusting himself in his pants, his eyes dark. I motioned for him to sit, he complied, he was almost my height when he sat, and I pulled his face to mine, feeling his hands on my lower back, pulling me against him, before I slipped out of his grasp again, pulling my shirt over my head. I hadn’t been wearing a bra, when he found me last night, I was in bed and hadn’t bothered, his eyes moved slowly over the part of my body now exposed, I covered my stomach with my hands, self consciousness controlling. He reached for my hand and pulled me to him. But he didn’t immediately grope or start to grab at my body. His face pressed into my neck where my natural scent is the strongest, and he inhaled, kissing gently from my neck to my exposed shoulder.

“You’re so beautiful.”

His voice in my head, he paused, looking into my eyes, his moon shaped pupil captivating to me in the moment.

“I don’t wanna pressure you. I know all of this is intense. If we keep going, I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop it.” He seemed uncomfortable, like admitting that the pull of his instincts and the attraction of the mate bond was his fault. Males naturally felt it more strongly, although females were insatiable, so thats saying something. He didn’t seem to be struggling for self control but I knew in some moments he must have been. I pressed my mouth to his, then across his cheek, to his ear, a throaty deep guttural growl escaped his lips, I kissed down his neck, then ran my tongue back up to his ear, I could feel goosebumps and his breathing was heavy. His fists were clenched tight on his lap, he moaned quietly.

Lev

She brought me to her room, and sat me on her bed. Her scent was overwhelming, my d**k actually hurt it was so hard. All focus from the pain in my groin evaporated when she quite unexpectedly pulled the shirt over her head, and she stood in front of me, her breasts exposed, her hands covering her little pouch of a stomach. I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. Tattoos covered her shoulders and he arms, bits of her chest. I had seen very few wolves with tattoos, in this moment it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen in my life. I reached for her, wanting to grab her and touch every inch of her exposed skin, but instead I grabbed her hand and pulled her close, in between my thighs, I took a moment to breathe her in, her natural scent, not her arousal scent. I couldn’t stop my mouth from wanting to explore her, but I kept my hands to myself. Kissing her neck, and her shoulder, when I kissed the spot on her collarbone that I would mark to make her mine for life, she let a small moan escape her throat. I told her she was beautiful, via link, so I didn’t have to stop kissing her. But I had to, I had to stop.

“I don’t wanna pressure you. I know all of this is intense. If we keep going, I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop it.” I wanted her so bad. I knew that I was getting to a point where I wouldn’t be in control anymore, Til would, his goal, as is any wolf’s goal, would be to mate her, and mark her as his, so she couldn’t be taken by anyone else. But all of this happened fast and I didn’t want to push her, to pressure her, or to make her feel like she couldn’t stop it where it was.

She slid to me, pressed her lips to my mouth before moving along to my ear and my neck, I felt her tongue moving along my skin and I think I cut my palms open squeezing my fists so tight, Goddess, I want her. Her lips found my earlobe and her voice came out just a decibel above a whisper.

“Mate me.”

Til roared as I took her in my arms, I kissed her neck, her shoulder her mouth, I nipped at her skin, she erupted in soft little moans and growls. They were seductive and adorable. I ran my hands along the waistband of her pants, soft little sweatpants, and quickly pulled them down past her waist, over her round hips, and onto the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them, standing in front of me in nothing but little black panties. She reached for me pulling my shirt over my head, and it was my turn to be self conscious. I was smaller then a typical beta, I wasn’t as muscular, and I had a few scars I hadn’t come to terms with yet. They were deep, and created almost pink colored raised lines across my chest, back and one of my arms. She immediately reached for the one on my chest, tracing it gently with her fingers, but inquiring not at all. She helped me stand from the bed, and fumbled a bit with the button on my pants, I paused her hooked me thumbs into my pockets, tugged them down and they fell to the ground with the rest of our clothing. She giggled, and it was like a song. I sat back down, pulling her back to me, I kissed her chest, moving down, her erect little n*****s begging for my mouth. She watched me as I moved along her body, pushing my hair back so she could watch my mouth on her skin. Her head tilted back as my lips closed around her n****e, she growled, I sucked gently and flicked with my tongue, my arms still wrapped around her waist, but I wanted more contact, I spread my fingers out on her back, before rubbing them down her back to her round a**. I ran my hand up to her other breast, cradling it in my hand while I sucked and kissed the other. I stood up, grabbing her thighs, her arms pulling around my neck tightly, startled and I flipped her over and laid her on the bed, admiring her body before me. Her tan skin, splashed with color and black lines inked into her, I ran my hands along her stomach, to her hips, and I slowly began to pull down her panties. She shifted her hips, allowing me to more easily slide them off of her, I dropped them to the ground, admiring the most perfect piece of art I’d ever seen in my life, beautiful wasn’t an accurate word. Her pubic area was neatly groomed, kept short but declared it’s presence. It turned me on, I ran my finger down almost patting it, I started to kiss her hip, moving down her thigh, to her knee, spreading her leg so I could kiss the inside of her knee, her thigh, I moved across her opening to her other thigh, but I couldn’t muster the willpower to move away, I kissed her center gently, just enough to elicit the spark reaction, I could see the glisten, and knew she was wet, and ready for me. I could mate her now but I didn’t want to I wanted to savor the moment, I wanted to make her feel the way she was making me feel. I slid my tongue over her glistening lips, a gasp caught in her throat and her back arched slightly, I placed my palms against her thighs, spreading a bit more before sliding my tongue into her, exploring her taste, and the warmth that radiated from her inside. I found her c**t and began to suck and caress it with my tongue, she pushed her hips towards my mouth physically demanding more. And I was going to give her everything she asked for. I rubbed my finger over her wet, glistening slit, she pressed again them begging for penetration, I slipped one finger inside of her she her body arched, i felt her muscles tightening.

“Are you gonna c*m for me little warrior?”

“Yes. Yes”. The second yes faded and I felt her muscles constrict around my finger, her body began to spasm I continued to suck, her eyes closed and she got quiet, I expected moans and screams but they didn’t come, I ran my tongue along her center again, tasting the spoils of her satisfaction. I wiped my mouth before kissing up her body, her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders, her neck, to her lips. I knew she could taste herself on me, and that turned me on even more. I stood up and slipped off my boxers before laying back over her. I could feel my erection against her.

Evangeline

I struggled to catch my breath. I had never felt anything like what he just did. I didn’t know what to do now, but my brain was spinning, it was going to take a minute to form a logical thought. I could feel his mouth moving up my body until his lips merged with mine, my chest breathing hard against his. He stood up, dismissed his underwear and crawled back over me, kissing me, and caressing my face.

“Are you sure?” There was hesitation, and almost what felt like sadness in his voice. “Are you sure you want me?”

I slammed my mouth into his. His eyes opened wide and I pulled away, “I want you, more then anything. No one else, just you.” He kissed me softly, repositioning himself, I could feel him against my entrance, but there was a bit of a struggle and a miss, his embarrassment was adorable, so I reached down and guided him while he pressed into me, he moaned, almost soft little whimpers and he moved in and out of me slowly. I could hear him breathing, my guess was to slow his own climax. Nox howled in delight, our wolves would eventually mate, but this moment was ours. His body tensed and I could feel him thrusting harder, I knew he was close, I arched my back and shifted my hips, his shaft started to make occasionally contact with my c**t and it sent waves of pleasure through me. He brushed my hair away from my spot, he began to kiss and lick it, my muscles tensing, that is the most sensitive spot on any wolf’s body.

I kissed his ear before whispering “Fill me, Lev, make me yours.” His whole body tensed and the most guttural snarl escaped his lips just before his fangs pressed into my skin, i released again, my body arched, lightening became my veins and all I could feel was the electricity of his mark. I felt his tongue close the bite, and he lifted me like I was weightless, rolling me on top of him.

His eyes met mine, there was such a softness about him. I knew he wanted me to mark him but I needed just a minute to catch my breath. To recover just enough from the things he did to my body. His fingers reached up and brushed my cheek, tracing the line of my nose.

“Do you want me?” His voice was small. Insecure, and a bit nervous. Nox let out our fangs, she was getting impatient with me as well. I reached down and brushed his hair away from MY spot, because he was MY mate. I bit down, probably a bit harder then I meant to and his body tensed, his hands gripped my body tightly, when I let go, I licked it closed gently. He pulled me down against him, and I heard another voice in my head.

“Mine”. It was low, gravely it didn’t sound angry, but it startled me. Lev whispered.

“That’s your wolf. His name is Til.” Nox stayed silent, most likely exhausted and sleeping in her own space. Allowing me mine.

I sat up, I wanted to shower. Lev’s hands found my body, running them down over my sides, over my hips, back up my stomach, cupping my breasts, pressing his palms against my n*****s, before sliding his hands back and running them down my back over my behind and down my thighs. His touch ignited me more now that our connection was complete, I couldn’t have imagined it being more intense, that it was possible and I could feel the area between my legs beginning to glisten. He smirked and rolled me over, grabbing my legs and sliding me to the edge of the bed, he spread my legs and I was almost embarrassed by how wet I was after everything we had just done. His mouth found my slit, I felt his tongue press push into me, and he moaned.

“Do you like the way it feels when I’m inside or you my fierce little warrior mate?” He didn’t stop licking and sucking.

“You make me whole when you’re filling me.”