Amy
The door closes behind me, shutting out the man I wish I could be throwing myself at right now. I know I should be getting ready for college, but all I can do is lean against the door, still tasting Elias on my lips. My mind reels, trying to process everything that's happened over the last twelve hours.Absentmindedly, I bring my fingers to my lips, as if I can hold onto that kiss and everything that preceded it.
Last night comes rushing back to me. I know I felt a connection with Elias that went beyond anything I've ever experienced before. The way his touch sent a fire racing through me. The way he held me so effortlessly, making me feel safe in his arms. The way he looked into my eyes like he'd known me all his life.
And then, waking up next to him, lingering for as long as I could, watching him sleep, before I knew I had to get up. His eyes when he first saw me in the morning light, like I was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
I want nothing more than to see his house, to insert myself into his life as if I've always been there. I know how crazy that sounds, but as I lean against the door, still savoring the taste of him on my lips, I don't care.
For a second, I'm lost in the beauty of this unexpected connection, in the undeniable spark that flows between us, in the sudden inexplicable comfort I feel with him.
But then it hits me -- the icepick in my chest when I remember his father's steely eyes on me.
I overheard snippets of their conversation -- something about a pack that I still don't quite understand.
"That human hussy," he'd called me.
The words sting, and I'm left wondering what they mean.
One thing is clear: Elias's dad does not approve of me, and it seems like Elias is still under his father's influence.
Finally peeling myself off the door, I head to the shower, intending to wash away the confusion and lingering hurt. As I undress though, my gaze falls upon a bruise on my neck -- a memento from where Elias bit me.
A sudden wave of pleasure courses through me at the memory of how he took me, the heat of his skin on mine, and the feeling of fullness when he entered me. A smile plays on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of the night before.
The warm water of the shower washes away the physical remnants of the night, but the mix of emotions remains. Dressed and composed, I make my way to college, struggling to push away the confusion that still clouds my mind.
Soon though, my portfolio class comes around, and I realize I haven't even looked at my photos from last night. As other students flick through portraits and landscapes, I plug my memory card into my laptop and await the results.
A huge smile crosses my face as I inspect my photos. The moon shots turned out great, capturing the ethereal beauty of the night. The orb is perfectly focused, almost full but for a slight sliver of shadow on its left edge. I'm momentarily distracted from my musings about Elias as plans for Incomplete take shape in my mind.
However, as I flick through more photos, I suddenly stop. The very last shot on my card is half-obscured by a shape, and as I peer at it closer, my heart skips a beat.
The shot is dark, but I can just make out the contours of Elias' face against the moonlit backdrop. Where before the dark side of the waxing moon was met by the night sky, it's now edged with the sharp angle of Elias' jawline, the curve of his brow, the soft drape of his hair. My heart flutters and a yearning takes root within me. A yearning I can't shake.
After class, I make the impulsive decision to go back to Elias's house. The uncertainty of our connection and the disapproval from Elias's father linger in my thoughts, but I can't shake the desire to see him again.
As I approach Elias's house, I find myself caught between trepidation and anticipation. The doorbell echoes through the quiet surroundings, and moments later, Elias opens the door. Surprise flickers across his face, but just for a second, before he breaks out in a wide smile.
For a second we just stare at each other, neither of us knowing what to say, but it turns out, we don't have to say anything.
As if drawn by an invisible force, our lips meet in an impassioned kiss. It feels like we're two lovers pulled apart for years, rather than mere hours, but I know there's no way to rationalize it. I want this man, and I can tell he wants me. The rest we'll just have to figure out.
Damian I'm trying hard not to freak out about the fact that Sophie is here, in our house, with my mate. Instead, I remind myself this isn't a big deal. Sophie's just here because she's hurt. I ignore the fact that she's hurt because she just witnessed me get into a werewolf fight - something she sould never have seen. "Okay, just take a seat," Desiree tells her. I watch as the woman I'm in love with and the woman I'm obsessed with settle themselves on the couch. It takes all my willpower to keep a cool head. Desiree still has no idea about my connection with Sophie and, although I haven't technically done anything wrong, I've definitely come way too close. "Damian," Desiree says, pulling me out of my reverie. "Can you come over and check out Sophie's wound. I just need to get the medical supplies." I swallow hard, but the last thing I want to do is make this weird. Instead, I nod, taking my place on the other side of Sophie wh
DesireeThe fairgrounds light up as I approach, casting their red-orange glow over me. I was planning on staying in tonight, even though Damian tried to get me to join him. At the time I'd declined the invitation, opting instead to stay at home with a good book and a bottle of wine. But as the night wore on I found myself missing Damian. After so many years together, it was a welcome reminder of the way we felt when we first met - not being able to get enough of each other. But then again, that's been happening a lot lately. On my end, I put it down to the fantasies that have been playing in my mind ever since I saw him with Sophie. And on his end? I can only assume flirting with her reawakened the animal in him. All the better for me. I tried just waiting until he got home, but every minute that passed by had me longing for him more. In the end, I decided to leave the book, which I couldn't concentrate on anyway, and surprise him at the fair
Sophie The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the fairgrounds. The usual joyous atmosphere twists into an eerie tension as Damian's secret unravels before my eyes. I stand frozen for a moment, my fascination momentarily overpowering the fear that should consume me. The tales of werewolves have always been distant echoes, whispered warnings from from my grandmother to keep curious minds like mine at bay. Yet, here I am, on the front lines of a supernatural battle, witnessing the transformation of humans into majestic, fearsome creatures. When I see Damian shift, his human form contorts and morphs, the bones beneath the skin reshaping into something otherworldly. The sheer power emanating from his wolf form is both terrifying and mesmerizing. The moonlight dances on his black fur, creating a spectacle that transcends the bounds of the ordinary. The other wolves, are just as impressive, though the look in th
DamianThe night air is crisp
Sophie It's been days since Amy revealed the truth about Damian and, although I know it's stupid, I still can't stop thinking about him. My thoughts have begun to evolve from simple memories of him from the day we met, to elaborate fantasies. And now that I know he's a werewolf, those fantasies are more and more intriguing.I can't help but wonder what sex with a werewolf is like. There's got to be something thrilling about fucking a man with such a dark secret. The strength in him, the heightened senses, the animal desire - it's all I can do to stop myself from quizzing Amy about Elias.Still, my curiosity is becoming something of an obsession - so much so that my coursework is suffering from it. There's an assignment I've been putting off for days now - a study in street photography. I know I can't keep avoiding it and when the local fair rolls around I know it's a good way to kill two birds with one stone - actually get this assignment done,
Damian The days after the gallery event unfold with a peculiar weight, something I can't seem to shake, along with the memory of Sophie's smile, of the way her skin felt against my hand. I try to push it away but the memory of her doesn't fade like I hoped it would. If anything, it's only getting stronger with each passing day. There are times I've almost wanted to tell Desiree, just to get it off my chest. But the thought of hurting her is like a knife through my own heart. And there's something else. Strangely, my attraction to Sophie, while it's distracting in some ways, has also made me more drawn to my mate than ever. The last three nights we've made mad, passionate love, exploring each other with a fervor we haven't experiened since we were first mated. It's like Sophie has awakened something new in me, an animal heat that, rather than pulling me away from Desiree, only makes me desire her all the more. And somehow, it's not just me that's feeling it. Just this morning, as we