JamesI was sitting on her sofa and absentmindedly scrolled through my phone. All my senses were focused on Laila. I could hear her move around, breathe, her heart rate changing its speed and heck even differentiate whether she took clothes off or on. It was as if every cell in my body was not only drawn to her but even attached to her. The moment I stepped into her apartment I was aware only of her. This was an insane obsession. I needed to cool down before my thoughts ran wild and I did something stupid. Of course, I am h*rny as f*ck and at this moment smelling her, feeling her and hearing her only destroyed my self-control like a bulldozer. I needed to shift my focus. But to what? Even my phone didn't help me.I cracked my neck on both sides. I had to stay cool. She already suspects I'm here just to get into her panties. I need to prove her wrong. I need to prove her wrong about me. I chanted in my head. But how can I do it if she is right about me? I just wanna press her against t

JamesI didn't understand a single thing while she talked in her mother tongue. It frustrated me to no end. There was something buzzing in me and I wanted her attention. So I started to whistle and move my butt in the rhythm of the tune. My ass is great, maybe that will get her attention. I hope it did work. I tried to quickly wash the dishes so I got a chance to talk to her sister. Maybe getting closer to her family and friends would help me to win her over. It was a fat chance but still worth trying. When that didn't work though and her sister brushed me off in two sentences, I got upset. On the other hand having Laila's face next to mine so close made me want to lean to her shoulder, breathe in deeply her lovely smell, put feather-like kisses on her shoulder and see how goosebumps appeared on it and then sink my teeth in it deeply to claim her as mine. But instead, I just rubbed my cheek against her soft one and enjoyed the tingles that spread over it from the mate bond. She was an

LailaBut that is the least I need right now. Some stupid, hasty and emotional decisions. My thoughts though took a u-turn and returned to spinning and turning around him and what I wanted from him. I looked at the clock. It's been already an hour since I'm twisting and turning without sleep in my eyes and mind. As I lay on my back and saw how my thoughts kept on spinning in circles, I noticed I felt thirsty. Maybe I could go and drink a glass of water. That meant to sneak by him. I thought about how it would look. I got conscious of my clothing. I never wore pajamas. It felt weird to be covered with trousers and long sleeves. So, usually, my "pajama" consisted of a loose T-shirt that would barely cover my ass.Would he wake up if the floorboard would squeak while I passed by him? If yes, would he do something as he was seeing me barely dressed? Like rasping out: "What are you doing?". I would squeak out: "Sorry, I felt thirsty. I'm going to drink some water.".I would paddle over the

Laila My stomach made a somersault when James waltzed inside the bar with that amazing smile he perfectly knows how to wear. I felt way too big a mix of emotions at the same second - shocked, happy, longing, as if I missed him, excited, disappointed and regretful on top of it. Such a roller coaster of emotions made me nauseous. I didn't have time to dwell on them and unravel them one by one to be truthful about where my feelings stood. For a moment, he picked up his head and glanced around the room. Something shifted in his body. He seemed... I cocked my head. Uncomfortable? He looked back at me but there was nervousness in his demeanor. I looked around the bar. And now I saw that almost all the women here were looking at James. As such a fine specimen and one of the rare guys in the room, he attracted a lot of attention. And of course, most of the females licked him with their eyes. I looked back at him. Well, Mr., if you came here without me inviting you, then you get some punishm

LailaSmall tree barks crack under my boot as I step through the forest bed. Brisk air slightly bites my cheeks and throat as I'm breathing through my mouth. We had been walking through the woods up the hill for more than an hour. As it is quite steep, I started to breathe heavily. I'm totally out of shape. I haven’t had such a hike in the last five years.The weather is quite cold and the forest humidity adds to it as the cold goes through my clothes to my bones. On the other hand, James is dressed only in a light hoody. I have a waterproof skiing jacket but the fast pace to catch up with James' long strides is the only thing that keeps me warm.We have walked deep inside as the canopy above our heads has become thicker and the forest feels darker. I look around to enjoy nature. I love to walk in nature, in forests. That's what me and my sister did all our childhood as our house was in the middle of a forest. To be more precise, in the middle of the National Park. That house was a he