Did You See That Too? (Chapter 6)
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"Mm- ah!" I arch my back as the moist, irresistibly soft lips make contact with my collar bone. Such dominance...such power...such control...
His fingertips graze my skin, goosebumps forming as a result of the ghostly trails. Shock after shock rockets to my stomach, causing it to twist and clench in an overwhelming warmth. That's when I felt it. The teeth. Those fang-like teeth press to my neck.
"Cody..." He coos teasingly, purposely making his breath hit my neck's sweet spot in waves.
"Uh huh?" I gasp out. My nails are now claiming his shoulders roughly, without a doubt drawing some blood.
"Cody...Cody...Cody..."
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"Cody!"
I lurch forward as I snap back into reality, sitting up so fast I grow dizzy. Visibly, my shirtless body glistens in questionable sweat. Was I enjoying the dream that much? Also...why were fangs involved? Oh my goose t**s, I have a fetish for creepy cat boys!
"No! Not the cats!" I bring my hands down over my eyes. In the process I block out the blinding sunlight that is streaming in through my bedroom window. Ugh, I need a shower...
~MIKE'S POV~
I extract my claws from the heavily shredded pillow, flicking aside a few feathers as well. Damn that dream. It seemed so real...I can still feel his palms caressing my shoulders...Cody. His pasty skin is nothing less than perfection. Those lips I can only imagine of claiming with my own are like dew kissed rose petals. Oh, and let us not forget those eyes. Those orbs are like pools of honey, capturing even a speck of light and turning it into something magical. Such life is bundled up in that boy. Life that I'd savor day after day.
But I can't.
It's wrong.
It's...forbidden.
With a long, bone chilling growl of disapproval I toss myself from the completely destroyed mattress. 'Smack- smack- smack' my feet hit the tiles rather loudly. Finally after the memorized maze through hallways and doors I reach the main bathroom. Luckily I'm first up, so nobody else sees me in such a...shameful condition. I know it isn't my fault. The full moon is approaching after all...but how embarrassing.
I meet the gaze of my reflection and scowl. Those eyes. Blood thirsty, demonic eyes that seem to stare deep into their own soul. My father's eyes.
"Tch, today's going to be...long." I mutter, pulling on a pair of my brother's shades that were left on the counter-top.
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