You, Only You Will Do

The move is finally done. f*****g finally. God that was awful, but I know it will totally be worth it. I look around and realize the feeling is just too modern. Black and white decorations with different artsy shapes everywhere. Hell no, this was not going to stay like this. It will drive me crazy. I need to do some redecorating to make it feel more like home. The apartment is large and spacious, which for me is nice. I like spacious areas. I head to the bedroom to pick out my outfit for tomorrow’s big day. My first day at Husson University as a Professor. I do miss the Bar Harbor area, and the smaller community college, but I am excited to teach more people about supernatural creatures. I feel like I will have more freedom with my teachings here, which I desperately need. Being censored in the small town was so f*****g hard. I ended up choosing a grey button-up collared shirt and my favorite pair of black slacks. I want to make a good first impression but not set the bar so high that on causal days, they think I’ve lost my damn mind. I set it out on the top of my dresser along with my favorite watch and cuff links. f*****g cuff links. What the hell am I trying to prove? Oh well, they look nice. My ears perk up, I hear someone walking down the hall outside of my apartment. I know that walk. I head to my front door and open before she ever gets to knock. Diacana gasps, “I never get use to that damn hearing” she says. I tower over her at 6ft 7in. She’s more like 5ft 5in. God she’s beautiful. Her scent is so strong today. The smell of leaves and lavender, such an arousing earthy smell. She smells like, like home. I put my arm up the doorway and lean over just a tad, just enough to get a good fill of her scent. It’s so intoxicating. She looks up at me and asks, “Are you going to invite me in or stand there like an i***t?” Oh, her f*****g mouth, I forgot about that. The things I want to do to that mouth. I step aside and ask her if she would like to come in and see my new place. Her dark auburn hair brushes against my arm as she walks by, it sent an electric shock straight up my spine. God how does she affect me like this? I want to lose all control around her. I crave her touch. She walks over to the kitchen counter and strokes the marble with her perfect fingers. I briefly imagine what those fingers would feel like going through my hair. f**k, she’s talking. What is she saying? I need to get my s**t together and focus. “I like this apartment better than mine; the layout makes more sense with the open concept.” She says. Yeah, I like how spacious it is, I replied trying to focus on the conversation. “When is Stan coming to town? He is bringing some of my things from the pack house?” She asks. Oh s**t, Stan the pack leader. I completely forgot I was supposed to call him and let him know once I was settled in. “I’m not sure, I will ask tonight when I speak with him.” I say. She walks over to the large grey sectional I have in the middle of the room and sits down. Typically, it would annoy me to have shoes on my rugs, but I’m having enough trouble maintaining control. I can’t start giving her orders, or I may lose it. I feel the heat in my chest, the wolf inside rises to my throat. I can feel my eyes changing to the ice blue they change to when I’m losing control. f**k! I shake my head back and forth. Get with it Layll I say to myself. She starts talking about being excited starting classes tomorrow at the University. I’m trying my damnest to listen and focus, but her body is voluminous. She has curves in all of the right places, and oh her thighs. Her thighs are amazing. I imagine them under my hand. f**k, the wolf is edging closer. I need to get something cold to drink. I walk over to the frig and grab an ice cold bottle of water. I drink it all in one go, and thankfully the frozen check feeling puts my wolf at bay. For now. I go sit on the opposite end of the couch as her. Knowing I need to put as much space as possible between us. I ask her which class she has first tomorrow morning. She shrugs and says she needs to look at her schedule again. I need to get my hands on that schedule, so I know where she is when she’s on campus. The last f*****g thing I need is for her to get involved with the wrong crowd; Stan would f*****g kill me. A flashback of her running through the sand on the beach, her hair flowing in the breeze, and the biggest smile hits me like a rock. It doesn’t seem like she should be in college. It feels like just yesterday she came into our pack lives. I shake my head again, trying to recenter myself. This time she asks why I’m shaking my head. I tell her I was just thinking of when she was just a young girl running at the beach. She scoffs at me. “I was never little,” she says. Bullshit, I say. You were the smallest of all the kids your age. “Yeah, well I’m not a wolf like they are. I’m just a puny human.” She declared. There is nothing puny about you. Just because you don’t have a beast within, doesn’t make you any less than us, I replied. She just hung her head with shame and guilt. Goddamn it I can not stand to see her sad. I get up, walk over to her and lift her chin up towards me. Look at me, I exclaim. Her big forest green eyes roll upwards and lock in with mine. f**k, my wolf is stirring again. Focus! You are not less worthy, less than, or whatever negative f*****g feelings you’re having. You are smart, beautiful, and perfect. Oh how I want to pull her near and kiss her. I have known since she was 16 that she was to be my mate. She blinks and says “your eyes!” s**t, they’ve gone blue again. I let go of her sweet face and turn around quickly. The wolf is growing tired of being alone. He is roaring up more and more often. I feel a hand on my arm. f**k, she’s touching me. God it feels so electric. “Hey, it’s ok, I’ve seen them before, I’m not afraid” she says sweetly. I turn towards her with her hand still on my arm and tell her thank you. I apologize for not controlling myself better. I just hate seeing her sad or upset. It makes me feel feral almost. I tell her I’m feeling tired and that tomorrow is a big day for me, being my first day and all and that I need to shower and get to bed. She agrees saying she’s nervous for her first day too. I walk her towards the door and as I open it, she grabs me around the waste and tightens her arms around me. Motherfucker, I am going to lose it but how good it feels. I hear my wolf growl and I let it slip from my pursed lips. She looks up at me and says “ I’m so glad to have you here with me Layll, I feel safe knowing you’re here. I’m happy Stan chose you to come with me to the university, goodnight, see you tomorrow at school.” She lets go of me and walks out the door. She’s happy it was me that Stan chose, but little does she know Stan didn’t choose me at all. I chose me. Stan wanted to send Micha, the werepanther. It was too bad that he couldn’t come at the last minute. Okay, to be honest he couldn’t come, because I threatened to tear his throat out if he accepted the position. Micha is the only other professor in our pack, so it was between him and me. I had no question that it was going to be me to accompany Diacana to school. The thought of someone other than me being responsible for her safety and wellbeing pisses me off. I know I will give my all to protect her and I can’t say that for someone else. Ok, enough pissing around, I need to get ready for bed.