Our Chemistry

Her scent

She reeks of lust. I know exactly what she wanted me to do at the top of the cliff, for me to kiss her. The look she had in her eyes, the way she bit her lip and stared at mine, so evidently she was practically screaming for me to kiss her. I couldn't and everyone knows why. If I did kiss her, I would be the only fool in that scenario. I would end up wanting more and for this to be nothing but a game for her. Our feelings as wolves are so much more intense. I am significantly more connected to her than she is to me. I feel what she often feels, and I know what she often thinks too. My wolf is jabbing the insides of my body at my refusal. He hates the fact we didn't act on our impulse and kiss those sweet begging lips. I did my best to tune him out as he panted and howled in equal lust in front of her. He wanted her badly and I chose to save us the heartbreak.

"She is not here to stay". I tell him once again and he pouts. I sighed and finished packing my stuff. She was in the bathroom getting ready. I pushed all the thoughts my wolf threw at me regarding the words shower and Lara and walked out the door. I can't stand to stay in her presence. Her entire being is suffocating me. My body and my wolf yearn for a mate and want the closest available to me to be claimed immediately. Lara can never be our mate. She is not made for this life. There is too much responsibility and too much danger. Just yesterday, we got threats from the new pack in town. Occasionally, new packs come over to Orleans in hopes of defeating us. They fail miserably as they judge us wrong. Me tearing apart the current alpha here and taking over his spot was not just mere luck. I wanted to be someone people could rely on, someone people could trust and that is rare. When I saw what was happening in the New Orleans pack and how brutally everyone was being treated, it started a fire in me. I didn't know that existed. I phased for the first time in my life then.

That was four years ago, yet packs still don't get it. Many I show mercy towards, but many I don't. Their views and morals do not align with mine or any sane beings. It shall not exist then. It makes me feel a little sad that someone's mate was killed right in front of them, the pain they must've gone through. The pain I shall go through when I remove Lara as my mate. It felt like I was being consoled by the softest blanket ever when she was bound as my mate by the moon's light. My heart and my wolf felt less lonely, as if someone like a third was there with us. Someone who we could rely on this time.

I can not let my hopes up. I have many more people to protect than to play lovers with Lara.

"Yes, right there, just there, please". Her panting voice slithered into my head and her moans made my sleeping member rise to its very tip. What the hell Lara? What does she think she's doing? Pissed off, I make my way towards the room as her moans grow louder in my head, ringing all sorts of bells in my wolf's head. He is jumping, skipping, pouncing around like a kid wanting candy.

"Shut up". I tell him angrily as I slam the door open to the bathroom to scold her for her stupid pranks. There she lay in the bathtub, perfectly aligned with the faucet. Her legs spread wide as the heavy stream fell straight onto her spot, her hands clutched around the faucet as she pulled it to lift herself closer and away from the stream. With her back turned towards me, I walked out as quickly as I possibly could, my hand flew to my mouth in absolute shock. I just saw her naked doing that. Dear God, she's so absurd. Why would she let me know?? Ah, this is driving me insane. My wolf is begging for us to go inside and ravage her right as she lay. She still can not control what to send and what not to. Her communication is not in her control, but rather her heart.

"That means she was thinking about us Cain, she wanted us Cain". My wolf pleads with me. Horrified at that very thought, I waited by the bed for her to finish and come out. Lo and behold, she does. Wrapped in the tiniest towel known to man, the edge of the towel barely covers her ass as it is barely covering her chest. My eyes dart to the furthest corner of the room, roaming around finding nothing else to look at but at her.

"I need to change". She says as a matter of fact. "Get out". She elaborates on my apparent confusion.

"Ah yes, sorry". I stumble my way outside the room and take a deep breath. We can not lose ourselves like that Cain come on now. She may be this attractive, but she is still a stubborn little girl who hates us very much. I can not fathom having feelings for her. Also, Mary exists. She is my chosen mate, and she is the one I shall commit to. As soon as I rid Lara of this bond, I shall claim Mary as mine. My mother chose her to be bonded with me. She is a lady of great character and attitude. She is gorgeous as well as being mature and responsible. She understands what I must do for the pack, and she can assist me just as I need to be assisted. She is my perfect mate.

"Come inside Cain". Her voice mumbles shyly in my head and I jump at that. I thought I was supposed to be used to it. Did she learn how to do that just now?