BlakeThe look on Roxy’s face was priceless. She can’t hide from me and she knows it. The mere fact that her breathing increases when I am around is a sure, tell-tale sign that she likes me and is attracted to me.Yeah, it’s wrong but fuck it, she isn’t my blood relation. It’s not my problem that my father and her mother are married. There is something about Roxy that I want. Her mind is fierce and intelligent. She has a certain type of sass that stirs all kinds of shit inside my body and my dick aches for her.“Let me know what you want, stepmother and Roxy and I will be only too willing to help. Won’t we, Princess?” I say goading her as she stands with her hands on her hips, her cheeks flushed with anger. Fucking cute and sexy at the same time. Man, I want to take her against the wall right now and fuck the living daylights out of her until she begs me to stop.Okay that’s enough of that; her mother is standing right between us.“Fine,” she says deeply resigned. I knew she wouldn’t
RoxyWhat? How can my body react like that? It disgusts me that I am attracted to Blake like I am. It isn’t normal. It shouldn’t be normal. The man is everything I don’t like. A man-whore, arrogant and always makes me feel like… Oh, hell I don’t know. All I know is that I am utterly confused right now.I almost leant further into him to kiss him. Part of me wonders what it would be like to feel his full lips pressed on mine. To know what he tastes like, and to feel his bulging erection pressed up against my groin. Madness, right? Total and absolute madness.Inside the safety of my bedroom, I undress out of my running kit. The sweat still running down between my breasts and my shoulder blades. I love to run and feel my legs moving underneath me. Shifters like myself can run fast and I mean FAST. You can almost feel the breeze in your hair. Despite the ridiculous temperatures here in anchorage, I still ran so fast that I built up a nice sweat.Now I need a warm shower and finish with it
Blake “Blake, can I have a word please?” Eileen, my stepmother says as I am about to leave the house. It’s another freeze-your-ass-off morning here in Anchorage. Adjusting my hoodie and turning to her I can see the stern look on her face and the thin drawn lines. Okaaaay!“Sure, what’s up, Eileen?” I ask her. Man, I am in a shitty today. Roxy is getting under my skin and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it. And now on top of her being here and my mind being all consumed by her, she has to go snooping around in the woods.“We need to talk about your attitude towards Roxy,” she says as she walks closer to me. “And please stop calling me Eileen. I’m your stepmother, Blake and have been for the last few years. When are you going to treat me like one?”Huh? What the hell? I always treat her with respect, but calling her stepmother is simply ridiculous. I had one mother and that was it. She is merely married to my father. Don’t get me wrong, there isn’t anything the matter per se wi
Roxy“What’s wrong?” my mother asks the moment I set foot back in the house. What is it with her? She seems to live permanently in the entrance hall since it is where we keep meeting. That makes me feel mean as sin, I take back that feeling.“Blake the asshole is what’s up. Ask him!” I stomp towards the stairs and run up them wanting to get as much distance as I can from everyone. Inside my room it at least feels tranquil away from all the noise in my head.I have to, I absolutely have to get to the bottom of the huge, black wolf in the woods. I need to know who it is. So many thoughts run through my mind like wildfire and it seems unsettling. My phone rings, I forgot it was still in my back pocket.The i.d. tells me it is my best friend Rachel, of course I answer it and see her face appear on the screen. Her red hair hangs to her chin in a stylish, sharp bob and her hazel eyes are large and round. She’s so pretty and looks like a doll. It is no wonder all the guys like her.“I though
BlakeShe glares at me with defiance in those magnificent eyes of hers. If I wasn’t so mad at her like batshit mad, I’d pull her to me and kiss those fucking gorgeous full lips of hers. Man, I need to stop thinking of her in this manner. It’s pissing me off that I find myself attracted to my stepsister. It seems that every waking moment is spent fantasizing about her in some way or other. Jeez, if I told my guy friends, they’d have a field day with this and tease me mercilessly.She stands there with her camera hanging around her neck, her hand on her narrow hips. “Who do you think you are telling me what I can and can’t do? Blake you’re an asshole. Are you stalking me? Or do you have an unhealthy obsession for your stepsister? You fucking weirdo.” Her eyes flash with anger. If looks could kill, I’d definitely be a dead man right now. They’re blazing and dangerous.She stomps towards me to pass. I stop her by placing a hand on the large trunk of a sturdy tree. Roxy is trapped between
RoxyIt is late, the sky outside is pitch black, the moon isn’t full either, a quarter moon only. Not showing me enough light as I enter the woods. I’ve parked my car under some trees out of the way to avoid anyone else being around from knowing my presence. Not that I expect that anybody else will be crazy enough to be outside in the woods at this time of night.It's gone midnight. Blake wasn’t in when I left thank goodness. The last thing I need is for him trying to snoop into my business and wonder what I am up to leaving home dressed all in black, my hoodie over my head.Treading cautiously, I walk through the trees only hearing the faint sound of an owl. It’s like it is guiding me further in to the thicket of the forest. My heart is hammering against my chest. What if I see the big wolf again with the startling eyes and the big black body?My camera as usual is at the ready slung over my shoulder. My editor is going to be over the moon if I can get more pictures of the apparent w