I keep watching him as he fixes his cuffs and brushes through his hair to fix strands that do not stay. I keep watching until his eyes fall on me. His eyes widen, and pupils turn to an instant black to the presence of his wolf. He, no... they like what they see. He makes no move towards me and I do the same. We just appreciate each other looking at the other slowly from top to bottom, thinking of the things we could do to each other. I keep standing there admiring until I catch the sound of his voice. "Come." He tells me. One word... one word is all it takes for me to go rushing down the stairs until our chests meet. We look at each other, pupils dilating biting lips and mouth salivating. I grow in need. I want his hands on my body, I want his lips on my neck, I want to touch him, I want to possess him. My wants are interrupted with D

He retreats with a surprised look, as he swipes his thumb over his lips. I smile internally watching him bleed. It satisfies me. "Don't try to shut me up by kissing me, if you think I will fall for these antics trust me you are wrong. I am not like other females, I will not bow to you." I shout. The silence slowly kills my anger and gives birth to sadness that creeps up stabbing my heart, the sadness I was trying to ignore. "You could have stayed, enjoyed our moment we shared. Wait.. was it even a moment for you? Did... did you even feel anything? Do you ever feel anything when you are with me?" I shut my eyes tightly preparing for his knives that he would strike through my heart. "I told her to leave," Deimos says calmly releasing me of his tight hold. I look up at his eyes widenin

"The problem you have on your hands is that you don't have enough place to keep the inventory that the pack possesses therefore you need to build another warehouse which is possible as we have plenty of free land. My wolves are really good at building, they would be pleased to aid you." I tell him the problem and the solution he was trying to figure out while the pack watches and listens quietly impressed. Putting my dish in the wash I quietly rush out to the warmth of my room preparing for the night. I wanted to finish the book I was reading as that's the only thing I seem to get excited about. Lying on my bed looking at the ceiling I twist and turn trying to get into a comfortable position flinching when the door to my room creaks open. Deimos enters with a pillow and blanket, walking to the couch in front of my bed getting ready to sleep. I am speechless as this has only ever happened in my dreams. I wish to pinch myself to get up from the dream but everything fee

It feels unbelievable to say this while some may think I say lies I must say, my male is opening up to me. Each passing day he shows me something new, something of his past. The little things he did when he was alone, the emotions he once felt with the death of his parents. I can't help but feel so at peace. When you want something for so long with a burning passion and once you get it, the fire stops and you drown in pure calmness. The night he showed me his cabin by the hills, it ended in burning heat but it didn't go past that. We didn't mate and I am not ashamed to say I was quite disappointed. I wanted him to devourer me yet he stopped and said it wasn't the time. I don't understand this male, which male out there wouldn't have his female when she's lying half bare ready for him to take her. Yet he pushed me away, prepared for the night and slept like a pup while I watched him mout

I am drowning. It's not the type where your hands flail trying to grasp something while your lungs fill with water and your heart slowly loses its beats. It's the type where you are calm, peaceful and warm. Even though you are underwater you like it there despite the danger and you never wish to return to land. Deimos is the water. He has swallowed me completely head to toe and while I do not know what the future holds I wish to be surrounded by his warmth. Each day holds a new memory for me to keep. He shows me what life is and I tell him what death is. Death is all I've known yet he pours light into my darkness saying life has meaning and there is a reason I was born. Though he is the first male I have showed my past to my heart often feels wary that he might end up judging me by my past. But he always shows me a part of me I never knew existed.