Luna Unknown

Going Soft

 *DAMEN*   

    I was sitting in my room, swiveling around in a computer chair with my hands on the back of my head, contemplating. The same thing that I had been doing for hours now. She rejected me without even using words. My f*****g human mate, given to me by the Moon Goddess, rejected the almighty Alpha. My emotions were so riled up, I wasn't sure if the sadness or the anger were winning. I couldn't explain the sadness. I saw how truly cold that Sarah was. I saw the way that she ran her small dictatorship. She could never help me lead a pack of the world's strongest wolves. Yet, the cavity that contained my heart was in a brutal pain. It had been hours and I didn't know if that trouble with legs for days was alright or safe.     The anger started to set in, SHE rejected ME? She was the one with serious problems, Up until yesterday my life had been just fine. How dare she? She didn't even know who I was. I know that she felt the mating bond, she had to. Every time I came into view, I could smell the arousal from her. She could feel the "fire tinglies" as she called them. How cute.      Memories took me to earlier today, where I smelled the arousal on her hand. It was enough to make my member go completely swollen and to send my brain into a frenzy. Instincts took in as I took her fingers into my mouth, tasting her sweet juices that were still there after a few hours and an obvious attempt with an alcohol product. I tasted her sweetness through the alcohol, and it was like a fine wine. However I wanted to devour her straight from the source, No health sanitation products standing in my way.     I was addicted to this woman, and she had cut off my supply. She didn't say that she rejected me, but with her eyes glowing with sadness as the door came down, I knew all that I needed to know. She couldn't comply with my one simple request. Be kind. How f*****g hard was it? I was a f*****g werewolf and I still felt as though I could run a church more convincingly than she.      I had invited Dean over after a few hours of being alone. He knew me better than anyone, I was hoping that he could help with my situation. However he found more amusement out of it than anything. He also brought Emily, which shouldn't have been surprising to me. However I invited Dean over rather than going to the pack house to avoid the sea of estrogen that resides there. I'd had enough of women f*****g with my head today. Emily stayed quiet, however. Possibly sensing that I wish I were alone again, after only hearing bullshit spent by Dean.     I was looking at Emily rather intensely but unintentionally. I remembered earlier thoughts of how she was rather beautiful with nice legs. But now, I couldn't bring myself to notice if I had tried. s**t, I WAS trying. Nothing. Drawing blanks. Ever since my actress stepped into view, my c**k that once acted as a compass pointing in every direction of a total bombshell, was soft as it laid on my leg, probably even if Megan Fox herself walked into view. Emily's eyes weren't radiant and blue, her legs weren't as long and as inviting as Sarah's.     Dean broke me away from my thoughts as he asked with a husky voice "So, what are you going to do about your blondie b***h? Have you figured it out? Or are you a little too focused on something else right now?" His face was a soft shade of red, his muscles clenching as he stood up straight. f**k, he totally saw me staring at his mate. I wish that my brother knew better. I would never do such a thing to him, or to any man of that matter. I understood now, the raging jealousy. I had never even claimed Sarah, yet every time MasterDouche got near her, I became instantly homicidal, hungry for blood. I felt a bit guilty now, being caught staring at my brother, Beta, and closest friend's mate. However I wasn't going to apologize this time.     Ever since they found their mates, it's like my pack has been determined to challenge me. I don't give a f**k how in love they are, they still remember and know to respect their Alpha. I tried to keep my tone calm, however I doubt that it came out that way. "Are you seriously accusing me of something so idiotic right now, Dean? In case you haven't noticed, I have a mate. An awful yet totally enticing one. I can't look at any woman without seeing her. YOU should know that. I called you over here to help, not to accuse me of mentally sexing up YOUR mate. If helping and taking this seriously is too much for you, go back to your loveshack. I have enough f*****g problems, in case you haven't noticed."      Realizing that my words were true, Dean's body became less tense and his complexion returned to it's natural color. "I'm sorry, Damen. I know that you wouldn't do anything so immoral. Speaking of immoral, I'm not sure how to help you out with the blondie. I'll stop calling her "Blondie" once you tell me her actual name. We don't normally keep secrets, and typically I would be offended, but in a matter such as this one, I understand. But you said that she already rejected you right? So let it go. From what I hear, yeah, it's gonna hurt like s**t for awhile. Physically as well. But in a few years time maybe you'll get another mate. An Alpha as great as yourself, surely the Moon Goddess would see to it that you don't spend forever alone."      I scoffed. The Moon Goddess. She had done enough for me, that was for sure. I didn't want any other mate from her, something learned from experience. She didn't seem to be the best at choosing them in my case, however I would never say that out loud out of fear for disrespecting the Goddess.     I also didn't want anyone who wasn't Sarah. Her face had been haunting me. Sure, I wanted to change her. I hear that typically it's the other way around, but I wanted to change her for the good, and reward her generously with my tongue for her good deeds. She was the most absolute jaw dropping woman that I had ever seen, human or not.     Emily almost whispered from the corner of the room, "Alpha Damen, do you mind if I offer my opinion? I only feel that it matters because I, myself am a mated woman. I could offer some insight."     I hadn't even thought about that. I was suddenly glad that Dean couldn't go anywhere without his shy mate. "Absolutely, Emily. Go ahead. And when we're alone, or alone with Dean, I should say, just Damen will do fine." I gave her a smile to show her that she could drop the informalities. We were family, after all.      She returned a small smile before she plead her case. "Well, you say that she's already experienced the pull of the bond. It's no different for us, once your eyes come into contact, nothing else in the world matters. You say that she rejected you with her eyes, however that's not how it's done. Rejection has to be verbal, and since there was no verbal rejection, you're still very much in the bond. Meaning that she has to be in physical and emotional pain as well. I can't even go into a different room sometimes without Dean. Being this far apart, I'm sure that her heart is soaking in pure agony, as is yours. You need to see her again and make a choice, for both of your sake. You'll have to either work it out, or verbally reject the human girl. You won't be able to find peace until you do."      She had seemed to know a lot about the bond for someone so new to finding their mate. But I'm sure being a woman, she's probably dreamt of finding her mate her whole life, giving her plenty of time to research. I started questioning in my head the next possible time that I could see her. Alone. We did still have very much to talk about, rejection possibly being one of them. I was trying to convince myself, for my heart started to get soft the moment I realized that I needed an excuse to be near her again.      As if I physically manifested it, my phone beeped alerting me that there was a text message from Martha. "Hi Damen, sorry to bug you on a Friday night but Sarah invited me to this party along with another girl that she never hangs out with. It seems fishy. Idk." I became instantly curious, wondering what in the world that my little devil had in store. All of the adoration for her completely dissipated by the thought of her trying to hurt Martha. Again. After I specifically demanded that she didn't.     I clenched my body, trying to keep the anger inside and away from Dean and Emily's point of view. However, it was clearly not working. I was f*****g pissed. Someone needed to teach that human girl some manners.      "Brother, Are you alright? Your veins are about to pop out of your head. Who was that text from? Blondie? What did she say?" Deans questions were annoying and that of a woman. I thought that Emily might think the same thing for she looked to the ground and smiled to herself. If Sarah wasn't careful, veins popping out of my head would be the least of her issues.     I took a few deep breaths to attempt calming down, but it was no use. I looked at Dean with remorse for what I was about to go do. "No, Brother, I am not alright, I am going to a human high school party." 

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     The smell of humans were all around me. At least 100 of them. They were all gathered around with red cups, chatting and yelling about absolute nonsense. I was going to have a few drinks while I was here just to be able to put up with all of this crazy shitshow. I was at a party, after all.      I didn't hate humans, I just saw them for what they were. Idiotic and lacking respect. Among other things. They were a common annoyance and typically you wouldn't find me dead amongst a sea of drunk adolescent humans. However I needed to talk to Sarah, and with Martha's text, I knew that she would be here.     Emily's words from earlier hit me "she's probably just in as much physical pain as you are." Yeah, so much damn pain that she's attending a party. Emily could be wrong, she was a mated wolf, Sarah was human. I was sure that Sarah felt the connection but I wasn't sure how strong that it were or what other symptoms she might show. Other than the arousal, I saw no other signs.     I scaled across the long yard, having to park near the end of the driveway due to it already being full of nice cars, more than likely bought by these assholes' parents. The house was huge, so huge that it made a party of a hundred something look like a party of twenty. The front looked like your typical mansion style house, a few columns in the front. Large windows made 75% of the large walls, making it easy to peer into the kitchen, where there she was.      She had on a tight, short dress. It was gold and shimmery, clinging to her curves until the dress exposed those long, smooth legs that I would trade my life to get in between. I could feel the blood start to rush down to my c**k, straight from my brain. Whoa, I needed to calm down. This is not what we came here to do.     I needed to check out her surroundings, I wanted to get her alone without the risk of anyone hearing our immortal conversation. Taking my eyes off her glittery ass, I noticed that she were standing with a girl I had not seen before, and Martha. Martha looked like her typical self, surprising me by also holding a red cup in her hand. That wasn't very smart of her, I wouldn't drink anything offered to me from people who have hated me for existing. However she was casually sipping on it and looked to be in an actual conversation with Sarah and the unknown girl, a smile sometimes forming on her face. She seemed to be having a good time. Sarah had a small smile on her face that didn't seem ingenuine, however her sad eyes did not match it.     If this was all apart of Sarah's plan, this would only add to my rage. The unknown girl was short with black hair and glasses. Her glasses and tight yellow dress made her look of a little librarian. She was cute in an asexual way, but definitely not the type of girls that I had seen Sarah hang out with before. Something was definitely fishy here. The unknown girl ran away from the others for a moment, her lips reading "Be right back!" When she ran away, Sarah held her red cup up to her mouth, and took a long few swigs. I didn't know how much alcohol that the cup contained, but she seemed to have a goal to get drunk. I know that feeling all too well.     Martha also sipped, her mood and willingness to talk more becoming apparent. The girl in yellow appeared in between them, holding three shot glasses containing a clear liquid as she smiled from eye to ear screaming "shots, shots, shots!"      This is what I mean by idiotic humans. Not that I hadn't drank my heart out before, but I guess the natural energy of the party left me feeling without hypocrisy. The pack had fun when we drank, we didn't stand around and talk about our feelings hoping that we had all eyes on us. Sarah's peers were already giving her enough attention and weird looks as is. Everyone who saw her standing with Unknown and Martha gave a double take, and almost shot their nose up in disapproval.     Something that made my heart warm was the fact that Sarah has returned all of their cold looks, challenging them with sheer eye contact. Every now and then when someone would ask her "What's up" and she would introduce the asker to both Martha and Unknown. It had started to make me believe that this were real. That she second guessed turning me away. Perhaps this was her way of saying that she were trying. I had to keep these thoughts and feelings guarded however, I were dealing with quite the actress.     I watched as all three girls took a small clear glass from Unknown, and shot them down their throats before chugging their red cups. I wish that I could have taken a picture of all three of their scrunched up faces as the alcohol burned down their throats. It was hilarious. Almost made this party worth coming to. Or stalking, at this point. If they stayed there all night, I wouldn't even have to go inside. However then I wouldn't get my chance to talk to Sarah alone, and without doing that, I am here for no reason other than to stare and oogle at the one person that I might not get to have.     My fears were settled once Sarah finished the remainder of her beverage, the bottom of the cup going into the air as if she had to have every last drop. She set the cup down, and walked away from the girls as she muttered an "I'll be back." f**k, she was definitely determined to get drunk. She might already have been with the way that she stumbled away from the girls, all while laughing about almost falling.      I really did not want to go inside. I did not want to attend this party. Its Friday night, there were about a million different other things that I would rather be doing, yet I was here. Because Sarah were here. And I would remain wherever she was for eternity if it meant keeping her safe while becoming intoxicated by her scent. I really hoped that she wouldn't make a habit out of dumb s**t like this though, I would much rather ravish her and keep her safe in more private, un-human filled areas of the world. I took a deep breath or about 50 before I gained my composure, and made my way for the side door, the one to the garage, the one closest to Sarah's blonde confidantes, which I wasn't aware of until it were too late, and I were through the door right in front of them.      They were both sporting skimpy dresses, it seemed to be a theme around here. Even not being able to be sexually attracted to anyone else, the man in me couldn't help but to notice the size of Rebecca's breasts. Not that I had paid close attention, but I swear that they weren't that big a few hours ago.     The smaller one, the owner of the house if I remember correctly, stared me up and down before loudly commenting "Wow, I would trade my monarchy for you too. s**t! Please don't tell Sarah that I said that out loud! Pretend that I didn't say anything!" as she took her signature red cup, and darted away leaving me standing there with only Rebecca. What a great start that I was off to.     "You're wasting your time, you know? Her reputation is almost completely trashed. I'm not sure if you even know this, but you're the new king of Belle View. You deserve a worthy queen, someone who isn't afraid to do what it takes to get what they want. I'm Rebecca, by the way." She smiled flirtatiously and her eyes were full of revenge as she placed her hand on my shoulder, trailing down my arm to feel my muscles which were insanely tensed up. Her touch had sent a painful burn in my arm, almost like a sting.     If I didn't hate this human girl before, I definitely did now. She was aware of my connection with Sarah, that made apparent in her short idiotic speech. I was confused, weren't they friends? What kind of friend would go for a man that was already soul tied to a friend? It was disgusting, and my patience was running very thin. With force, I shoved her arm off of me, my skin finding release once her touch was gone.     I made sure to narrow my eyes and stare at her so that she would take me serious as I growled "Do not ever touch me again. You are a disgusting human, lacking all respect and loyalty. You would never be worthy of me, or any other man with a sense of morality. Now get the f**k out of my way." I didn't shove her but I was aggressive as I walked away from her, but not before noticing the look of shock and tear formation in her eyes. I smiled to myself. Good. Someone needed to tell the b***h to piss off, and I'm glad that I got to do it.      I made my way through the garage, trying to weave myself through a sea of drunken teenagers that resembled a rat maze as I walked down a narrow hallway, following my mate's beautiful scent of blueberries and sandalwood, ignoring the looks that I was getting from everyone.     The women were full of lust, and the men full of hatred. I almost laughed to myself. I didn't ask to be this good looking, but I sure was thankful for it.      I found myself in the same kitchen that I were just stalking from outside, Martha and Unknown still standing in the corner, their red cups seemed to have been refilled. I decided to take a drink from a young man who was filling them up via keg. The human interaction was overbearing and I needed something to take this large edge off.     I swallowed back the cup nearly full and demanded that he refill it. Once he did, I guzzled that as well. He refilled it once more before I made my way over to Martha and Unknown, head now a little dizzy.     I needed to learn Unknown's name so that I could stop referring to her as such. I also needed to be aware of Sarah's sudden change in friends. After just encountering Rebecca, surely it can't go downhill from that total train wreck.     Martha's gaze found me and she smiled with adoration. "Damen! You made it!" The girl in yellow's eyes opened wide as she saw me for the first time. I said "What's up?" to Martha and motioned my hand to Unknown. "Nice to meet you, I'm Damen." I wondered if the alcohol were helping me to be more friendly, it wasn't often that I were so willing to shake hands with a human.     She smiled as she put her hand in mine, giving it a shy shake. "I'm Gabby, and I knows allll about you, Mr. Tall Dark and Handshome! How long have you been here? Sarah has been looking everywhur for you." What did she mean? She knew all about me? No, she knew what Sarah had said about me. Gabby had no idea who I were, just a picture of Sarah's words. Curiosity was eating me alive as to what Gabby had heard Sarah say about me, but as she nearly stumbled to the ground I was reminded that I were dealing with a few drunk adolescents.     I needed to find Sarah before she lost the ability to speak. "Well I hope that you've only heard good things. Ladies, do you know where Sarah ran off to?" I addressed them both. Gabby piped again, her words sort of slurring. "Welllll she wash sho worried about finding You, but I thinks she just ran off to find Collin. No wait, Cameron. s**t, I don't remember hish name."     So she went to find that Douchetrain after only a few hours of me not being here? The jealousy was about to rip my skull open, however I had to maintain my composure as I didn't want to accidentally shift in front of all of these humans.     I excused myself and started down one hallway of three, the one where her scent was the most potent. This house was huge, different turns and openings to doors every which way. You would think that with the house being so large, people wouldn't crowd in the hallways as if they were ants in an ant farm. Yet that didn't stop them.      I could sense her strongly, I knew that I was becoming closer to my target as I turned left down another narrow hallway. She was alone at the end of the hallway, nearly stumbling with every step as she inquired "Colton? Colton? Are you around here?" Hearing his name through her sweet feminine voice was enough to make my blood incinerate. I had demanded that she break up with him, something that I expected her to obey regardless of rejection. Until there was a solid rejection, she was mine. And no other man's name needed to come from her supple lips but my own. This was yet another conversation that I would have to have with my mate once I got her alone.      She opened the door to the last room at the end of the hall, the door opening exposing an outside balcony with a black privacy canopy surrounding it, girly fairy lights hung around the top. She reached forward to pull the curtain out of the way as her sweet voice sounded "Colton! I've been looking for you everywhere! We need to tal-"     Her voice broke off into a large gasp, her red cup falling to the floor, splattering its liquid everywhere as both of her hands covered her mouth in shock with the black curtain falling in front of her face as she withdrew. She took a few steps back, her hands still covering her mouth. The curtain opened as Douche Mongrel came out in a panic saying "Sarah, I can explain! Please don't f*****g hate me! Please don't say anything to anyone! Please, oh please hear me out!" His hair was all messed up and his face was all red. Before the curtain fell back to hide it's contents, I saw what had Sarah so flabbergasted. There was a larger looking brunette guy wearing a sports jacket fumbling majorly to get his zipper done up. He too, was panicking.      No f*****g way. This was hilarious. I had no reason to ever be jealous of DoucheTron after all. He wasn't interested in my mate, she had the most glorious body with perky t**s and an ass that I wanted to grab a handful of. Now it all made sense. He preferred the larger type, the type with c***s. As I'm suspecting he just had a mouthful of one.      Sarah turned away from him and started to head my way down the hall in an angrily fashion. I had to step into a bedroom to my right to make sure that she didn't see me. When she walked passed, I caught her wonderful scent of fruity sandalwood mixed with alcohol and rage. I followed her without her noticing. People were noticing me following her, but I didn't care. She was the soul purpose for my being here.     I found it to be funny that Colton was gay. I had also decided to use his real name now that the jealousy had permanently left when it came to that particular individual. However, my mate was deeply upset. So upset that she took three shots of different alcohol on her journey to the backyard. That was extremely idiotic of her, she was obliterated now.     You also shouldn't mix alcohol, especially so quickly. When the time was right and she were sober, this would be another thing that I would have to scorn her about. She was already a huge handful. I sighed to myself and also accepted a shot of whiskey from a girl handing them out. I knew that she was in the backyard, and I would be there with her soon enough. I wouldn't be able to say anything near what I wanted to now that she was wasted, but I didn't come here for nothing. I took another shot from the girl, downing it quickly before placing my empty glass on the counter.      I trailed through the crowd to get to the side door to the back yard. I wanted to make sure that she was truly alone back there before I finally revealed myself. The backyard was something out of a fairy tale, a huge pond took up most of it. There were trees everywhere, and an antique bench sat by the pond, where my mate was sitting with her elbows in her lap, and her hands covering her face. From across the pond with the fireflies beaming like glitter with their reflection glowing in the pond, my mate looked like a fairy. A sad, little, drunk fairy.      She was very much alone, however I wanted to study her further. Seeing her alone was the most real version that I had seen of her, and that's the Sarah that I wanted to know. I started to zero in on her when he sweet voice called out very faintly "Damen, I know that you're here. I can feel you. I can always feel you."     I stopped dead in my tracks. I wondered how long I had been caught, or if she was aware that I was now also a part of her and Colton's secret. She couldn't have known that he was gay, her reaction was too sincere. I bet that really like stung like hell, finding out that your sweetie bats for the other team.      I stepped out into the open grass, the fireflies creating an aura all around me. This would be sort of romantic if she weren't hammered and I weren't tipsy. Her eyes gazed right through me with utter delight, even though they were a bit red and hazy. Her smile was making me melt inside of my boots. This woman had made me soft, but I didn't dare worry about that right now.     For she started to sprint across the yard, her legs moving in front of one another resembling a ballerina in mid dance. How was she running so beautifully when she could hardly stand up? The whole time running towards me, she was peering into my soul, the most adorable smile never leaving her face. The closer she got to me, the more that the addicting heat between us was building. I thought about running towards her as well, just to get to her that much faster. However I stood my ground, and waited to see what my long-legged ballerina was going to do. Before I could gather any of reality, she was jumping into my arms, her hands holding her up while resting on my shoulders. By instinct, I caught her with both of my hands on either side of her waist. She wrapped her legs around my torso, no doubt in the world that I can hold her up so easily. Which I could, she was as light as a feather.      The fire tinglies were boiling through my skin at every place that she were touching. The urge to carry her away and show her that she were playing with fire almost took over. With her legs being wrapped around me in such a short dress, I could feel her opening against my member through my jeans. I could smell her irresistible arousal as she stared into me with those beautiful, huge, ice colored eyes.     Her hands were wrapped around my neck, and she wasn't saying anything, However I found within myself that I could do this all day. But the tipsy bear in me had to smile and mutter "Love, what are you doi-" before she closed that empty space between our lips.      She clung to me hard as her supple lips smashed into mine. Her lips were warm and moist as they fit perfectly, them dancing to their own rhythm. The tingles started at my lips and went straight down my throat to my c**k. I was growing hard having her warm body squeezed against mine with her lips metaphorically reading poetry as they made me lose all control, I wanted to consume every part of this woman.      Her soft breasts were smashed against my chest, her soaking wet p***y was rubbing against my jeans as she gently used her tongue to part my lips. She was giving me the opportunity to taste her, and damn was I going to take it. I took control of the kiss, massaging the roof of her mouth and her tongue with mine. Our lips closed together and a slight moan escaped her lips, a sweet moan that lingered in the air. All of the blood was rushing inside of my member, I was about to have to throw her down right here on the grass to satisfy us both, especially if she was going to make sounds. Hearing even her small cries of pleasure made me desperate to bury myself inside of her.     I took her bottom lip into my mouth, gently sucking on it. I moved my hands from around her waist and held her up by her ass. Her ass was tight in my hands, and I used this position to clench her sweet arousal closer to mine. Her mouth open, she let out another soft beautiful moan. f**k, she was going to undue me. I gently yet quickly bit down on her lip, hoping to loosen her away from the kiss, but she just clung to me harder, and got more desperate with her tongue on mine.     I was loving every absolute second that she was kissing me, However I could taste the vodka, whiskey, and hard seltzer in her. It wasn't so much a turn off, I just couldn't take advantage of her in the ways that I wanted to. Making out were harmless, but the first time that I was inside of her, she was going to be way more than just aware. I wanted to please this girl with every muscle in my body, and I wanted to hear her scream my name and beg for more.      Just another time. When my mate isn't so drunk, clinging to me like a koala to a tree. Without her noticing, I carried us over to the bench, never daring to part my lips from her wet soft ones. When we reached the bench, I leaned forward so that her ass was hovering the bench and I set her down. I placed my hands on both sides of her face, attempting to bring the kiss to a halt. She wasn't having it. She kept her arms wrapped around my neck, holding me to her. I tried to pull my face away and she leaned closer in and traced my longing lips with her soft wet tongue. f**k, she could definitely be making this easier. She wanted me so bad, and for the first time I could tell by her actions rather than just her smell. Damn it, if only she wouldn't have drank like an i***t.      I yanked my head back hard in fear of what was about to come, breaking the cuffs she was creating with her fingers. She looked at me with hurt in her eyes, followed by confusion. She was breathing deeply, the kiss having taken both of our breaths away.    "I-i'm shorry. I thought that would be okay, I've been trying to be a better pershon, I really havesh." She managed to slur out. Yes, she was absolutely trashed but I didn't want her to get the wrong idea so I smiled my most friendly smile as I grabbed her softly by the chin and replied "Love, as of late, kissing you has become my favorite pastime. You can do so whenever you like, no questions asked. However, I fear that you are about to vomit."      She shoved my hand away from her chin and gave me a pouty look, putting her arms to her sides like a scorned four year old. "Fer your informashhion, I am Sharahs. I don't ever puk-" her defensive statement deemed itself untrue, as the sound of gagging took over her funny intoxicated voice and an insane amount of liquid was expelled from her stomach.     s**t, she probably needed to vomit with how much just spewed out of her. Luckily, I saw it coming and got out of the way in time. By some scientific miracle, she appeared to not be getting any on her as well, even as she was kneeling over reaping what she had sewn. She was in no state to continue partying, and I was mostly sober now. Being a wolf made it hard to remain drunk.     I came from behind her to dodge anything that she was spewing forward and placed my hand on the back of her shoulder. "Babe, Let me give you a ride home. You look as though you've had quite the night. Let me rest knowing that you get home safe."     She stood up quickly and turned around in a panicked manner, her eyes growing wide and pleading as she begged "Please don't take me home." I looked at her with amusement.     "Okay, where would you like to go? Where will you be safe?" I was expecting her to say a friend's house, or the fake house that she pretended to live at. But I was so wrong. Her big eyes laced with voluminous eye lashes peered into me as she inquired "Can I go to your house? I bet I will feel safe there."     She was sucking on her bottom lip, pulling it inward with her teeth. f**k, I needed her to sober up. I hadn't considered her coming to my home yet, but at this rate, the girl would be deflowered by me by morning. She knew what she was doing, ahh. My little temptress needs more. She'll receive more once her brain becomes apparent, that's for sure. I didn't realize that I hadn't replied to her as she muttered "wwweeeellll?" Her clear blue eyes staring into my soul. 

 My brain was screaming "ABSOLUTELY NOT! THAT LOOK IN HER EYES SCREAMS s*x. SHE'S BEEN DRINKING, YOU CAN'T EVEN TOUCH HER. YOUR ROOM ISN'T f*****g CLEAN. NO!" 

While my d**k was screaming "YOU i***t! GET THAT TIGHT GLITTERY ASS INTO YOUR JEEP AND GIVE HER WHAT SHE WANTS. WHAT YOU WANT. f*****g DO IT!" 

     I smiled as I gave my reply. "Of course, babe. Any time you want. Let's get you to the car." I'm pretty moronic, I know. But anyone willing to turn away this wonderous woman sleeping in their bed had to be an absolute psycho. That's all that we were going to do while I could smell the flavored alcohol on her breath. Sleep. At least until the morning. She wrapped her arm around the back of my shoulder and shifted most of her weight onto me, making me practically carry her to the Jeep.     I put her in the seat and secured her safety belt. While I was fumbling with the buckle she looked down at me with a sad and confused face as she whispered "Please don't let me fall in love with you."