Novel & Cerita 18 And Wet

"So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations." Hawk exhaled slowly and rolled his shoulder. "Guess I am. I feel it more and more each second. On top of the healing, I swear I've grown an inch or two. Everywhere." Quill leaned into the mop again, one hand still wet from the last swipe. "I would agree with that assessment. Does that make you a grower, not a shower?" Hawk smirked. "Guess so. You like it regardless." Lily groaned and walked into the next room.

I’ve never been so daring before but it’s time. If I can’t have Liam then I’m going to have to find someone else. My stomach drops. I don’t want anyone else. He is it for me, he always has been and he always will be. But I’m ready now. I’m eighteen and I want to experience being close to a guy, feeling what sex is like. Then I have a wild thought. It’s so wild it’s crazy-nuts. But it is giving me a tingle in my stomach and I feel a warm sensation between my legs. Just thinking about it is getting me moist.

I moved forward impulsively. Our lips met, and it unleashed everything. She pressed hard, her tongue toying with mine. I felt my pussy getting wet—something that never happened with any boyfriend. But now, liquid was trickling out of my cleft onto my jeans. Our lips met, and it unleashed everything. She pressed hard, her tongue toying with mine. I felt my pussy getting wet—something that never happened with any boyfriend. Liquid was already trickling out of my cleft onto my jeans.

My wolf pushes forward, “she’s our mate idiot” Closing the bathroom door, “yeah but she’s still not 18, it doesn’t feel right to be getting a hard on in front of her”. He scoffs, “ok… so when is she ‘of age’?”. I look at my “mental calendar”. Oh shit… “in four days”. He rolls his eyes… “Really, you dufus… ok, so in four days you’re getting a raging hard on and you’re not going to feel guilty but today you feel guilty? Makes no sense!”.

They were hopeful I would find my other half tonight. I just wasn’t as excited as I expected to be. I had attended Balls over the years. This was different. This is my first Ball when I am eighteen years old. The age when wolves are eligible to find their mates. I know my mate is not a Pack member or I would have found them by now. We are a bigger Pack, but we know everyone and when someone turns eighteen there is usually a big celebration for the exact reason of possibly finding their mate. That didn’t happen for me on my eighteenth birthday so here I am.

I still couldn’t find anyone who could give me an answer on why I felt butterflies when Cooper touched me and I made a mental note to ask Abuelo. I walked out of the nursery smelling like donut remains and baby powder as I had took 30 minutes to let the teachers take a break. I heaved a deep sigh and walked toward the pack house thinking of the days to come. It was one day until my 18th birthday. In werewolf society 17 is the big birthday, the one where you get your wolf and meet your mate and all that jazz. But for me 18 was also big. It was the day I would get my elemental power, the day I can control water. I was nervous, excited, and worried.

I have two young werewolf babies walking around a pack of potential mates. “With Alpha werewolves like Leon and me, we can sense our mate before we turn 18. And if our mate isn’t 18 and we are over 18 it is a stronger feeling. But the age to be mated and marked between someone under 18 and someone over 18 is prohibited. It’s against the law. Werewolf law, and human law.” He reassures me.

Eighteen is supposed to be special for us girls. Especially us girls in a werewolf pack. It marks us becoming an adult, when we are finally able to find our mates. That is exactly how I felt waking up on my eighteenth birthday. However, that excitement, the special feeling, did not last.

My personal maid sorted out the thing, and I just gave them the final decision. The next day also passed like this as another group of girls came for my body for pampering. Ezekiel was very excited. He was making sure that everything was perfect, and he was arranging everything personally. But his enthusiasm made me feel nothing. For me, it was the end of my dreams, hope, and happiness. For every she-wolf, her eighteen birthday is very important. Because when they become eighteen they can feel their mate. When they meet, they feel the spark of a mate bond.

“On your knees. Mouth open.” I dropped, adrenaline flooding my veins. I gripped the backs of his thighs as he pressed the tip against my lips. “Been dreaming of this,” I said, voice shaking. “Since I was eighteen.” “You're twenty one now.” I smirked. “Old enough to know how to swallow.” He didn’t ease in. He fed me his cock like he was starving to feel my throat. My lips stretched, jaw wide, as he buried himself deep. I gagged tears pricking but I didn’t stop. I loved the sound he made when I took him all the way.