Intertwine (Book 3)

Chapter Twenty-Two

She was wearing almost nothing.

Her body flourishing beneath her bra and boy cut underwear as she stepped out of the bathroom. She tied up her hair before she added her favorite perfume to her inner wrist and neck.

She snatched my attention; capturing my thoughts, distracting me from thinking about what had happened just earlier today.

"Hello." She snapped her fingers to awake me from my day dream.

"You look beautiful." I exhaled.

Her once questioning look turned soft when I complimented to her.

"You tell me that a lot when I'm half naked." She shrugged; turning away as she began to tend to her body, lathering herself with her favorite cream.

"I say it no matter what." My head tilted, watching as her lower half jiggled when she moved. "Even when you wake up looking crazy."

"Shut up." She chuckled.

Reaching onto the nightstand, she pulled her ring from the surface before she slipped it onto her hand. She looked at it; frozen in the moment as her eyes scanned over the diamond.

"What's wrong?" I questioned her.

She shrugged.

"I just...never was one to picture this." She claimed.

"An engagement ring?"

"The ring. The proposal. Marriage. A werewolf." She cut her eyes at me before reaching into my dresser for a large t-shirt.

"Speaking of marriage." I grabbed her shirt, pulling her along with the material until she was resting on my lap. "When will that wedding be an option?"

Her smile expanded right before it faded away. It appeared the topic was an extreme one and I had a feeling I knew why.

"I'm sorry, I know this not even the time-"

"No." She repositioned herself; our bodies now facing one another as she looked at me. Her fingers cut through my hair before she leaned down and kissed me. "It’s definitely a topic we have been too distracted to talk about."

The topic was important; however her mother was definitely much more essential here. Her return was our focus.

I ran my hand up her back, watching as her body tensed up beneath my touch. Chill bumps flourished as her eyes closed in the moment.

I looked at her, wondering if what lurked on my mind was the right thing to say to her.

I couldn't.

I inhaled; my canines now nipping at my bottom lip in hunger for her body. Her scent, her presences was definitely enough to get me excited.

I kissed her neck; my lips now drawing across the mark I had imprinted on her.

"I'm lost." I heard her say.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"Everything...everything seems to be eatting me up."

Her forehead pressed up against my own before she closed her eyes. She sighed as she pulled me closer to her.

"I feel like.." she shook her head, refusing to believe her own thoughts. "You are all I got left."

I looked at her; it was always difficult to watch her become so emotional. With tears rolling down her discolored cheeks, it was hard to sit back and do nothing to stop this.

"You have a family here. You know this." I corrected.

The people that walked in this home loved her as their own family however we knew we could never compete or replace the blood she had lost.

I had previously taken the blame for the events. I was sure the disappearance of her mother was my fault. I felt as though she was caught up in someone's needed revenge towards me.

"I know." She whispered; her grip on me tightened before she greeted me with a kiss. "I love you."

Her voice was so gentle.

"I love you too." I expressed softly.

She pulled me closer, pressing her stiffened body against my own before she looked into my eyes. There was fire in her; a sudden explosion of desperation now circulating through her eyes.

What did she want from me?

"What?" I asked; I wanted her to clarify before I overstepped a boundary that would drive her away.

"I need you." She whimpered.

I had become accustom to her words; phrases or expressions that confirmed what she wanted from me.

She wanted me to release her pressure.

She wanted me to ease that building tension that clouded her mind at night.

The tension I was always willing to subside.

My arm locked around her waist before I raised myself from the bed. Her aching body clung to mine.

She held on tightly; her lips offering me numerous kisses across my face and shoulders as I lowered her onto the bedding.

I looked down at her, watching as her eyes began to shift from one place to another nervously. It was normal. She always said that I stared at her as if she was flawless. It was true because to me, she was.

I granted her kisses. Soft touches to her upper arms and shoulders that forced her to shiver when we connected.

I could hear the moans and huffs; sounds she thought were little made a big impact on my mind. They confirmed pleasure. They confirmed ecstasy and spreading temptation.

They confirmed the want and the need to have more every time she exhaled a long and broken moan from even the simplest touch against her flesh.

I began to remove the little material she had left; the bra and underwear that created a barrier between my tongue and her skin.

I kissed and licked, my tongue drawing circles around the most sensitive parts of her upper body. Her arm. Her neck. Her stomach.

One would say I was teasing her. I would say I was building an intense moment for her.

I could feel her pushing up to me; her body guiding her firm breast toward my lips hoping to assist me toward them.

Smiling, I took one between my lips; watching as her body relaxed beneath me.

I could hear her. The flustering moans and staggering breaths that would escape her as the pleasure escalated.

She enjoyed it. She enjoyed such simple touches as if we were doing something much more.

I would toy with her; taunting her with the feeling of ecstasy as I touched the most sensitive spots of her body.

Her hips. Her waist. Her thighs. Grabbing at her butt as she whispered for me to continue.

She would mumble my name; her body would beg for a breath of air every time my canines nipped at her soft breast.

She was not only my world; but my escape from the reality that waited for me outside of the doors. Her voice. Her mumbles and moans. Her touch. All such moments that would snatch me away from the secrets that settled in my mind.

"Please." She would beg; her anxious body in need of a release she hoped would ease her tension.

A tension I was always here to settle.

I offered her my tongue; attacking her tender c**t with gentle swipes as I pinched her n*****s with fingers.

"Shit." She stuttered, flooding my ears with confirmation of what was near to come.

"I want you to come." She hated when I spoke to her. She told me it was her weakness; the sound of my voice weakening her under a spell she was sure I put her under. "You taste so good."

"More."

I slipped my finger into her opening.

"No, no-" It always seemed to be her kryptonite; a gesture that left her words a stutter and her legs clutching as she exploded onto my lips.

I could not help but continue to lick her; smiling as I watched her body jerk away from me every time I offered a simple kiss to her folds.

She was beautiful.

A sweet flower that tasted like the best nectar against my tongue.

"I hate you." She laughed; her eyes closed as she floated down from that imaginable high.

"You love-" she flinched when my soft breath swirled against her throbbing c**t. "What I do to you." ....

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I yearned for peace. I yearned for knowledge and strength from the world that the moon goddess offered us. Earth. Nature. From the grass and trees to the ocean and lakes that made up the world around me.

My mind had become a box full of secrets and confusion.

In all honesty, I had no idea how deal with the mountains of issues I have been given. Issues I was forced to face.

"You look familiar."

The moment would replay in my head over and over again; the scene spinning on my brain like a broken record.

I was standing on the cliff; my head up and my eyes closed as I senses tackled on the earth around me.

The feeling of the wind. The smell of the oak trees. The sound of the whistling wind and the rushing water that flowed beneath the cliff.

I could feel. I could feel my body hanging on the edge. My adrenaline pumping as my weight held on to the cliff.

"What's wrong?"

I kept my eyes closed; listening as his food steps combed through the heavy plain as he made his way toward the cliff.

"Sight-seeing?" Zeiden questioned.

He approached my side.

"Yikes." He included as his eyes peaked over the edge of the high cliff. "That would be a nasty as fall."

"What do you need?" I looked at him, curious as to what brought him a mile away from home to find me.

"Well, I have something for you."

He reached into his pocket before he pulled a white envelope.

He handed to me. Doodled across the front was my name along with the word 'urgent' highlighted next to it.

"What is this about?" Zeiden shrugged; motioning toward the sealed flap that assured they never opened to read.

As I pulled back the flap, it was hard for me to ignore the smell that accompanied the letter.

It was familiar, yet unwanted.

My face went sour as I unfolded the piece of paper and began to read it;

Jason,

I know we had our differences however I believe we need to meet immediately.

Tomorrow night. White Diamond pub. 10pm. I prefer we meet alone.

I balled up the piece of paper before I tossed it over the cliff. Zeiden watched as the paper landed into the water; floating down with the flowing stream.

"I'm guessing it was not a letter from a distant relative?" He toyed. "Who was it?"

I turned away and began to walk away before I answered.

"It was Carl."