The Night We Began Novels & Stories

“We need to talk.” “Shhhhh. Don’t open your mouth unless you are asked to. Did I not tell you this on the first night you came with me? And it’s again our first night.” He was annoyed. “First night?” She was confused. “After the stunt you pulled, we are back to square one. So, yeah, it’s our first night.” “You mean the first night when you raped me?” She retorted, because the first night came back to her mind as soon as he reminded her.

With the sun setting, the temperature was going down too. Israel lit the fire pit as Dixie got drinks and Isaac lit the tiki torches. “Mosquitoes are already out this year.” Isiah said sitting down in one of the chairs. They all settled in around the fire pit. “Does she tell you about them?” “Yes, ma’am.” Ink answered. “Our first night together was in November. We stayed up late talking. Mainly about them.” Tank added. “After she fell asleep, we talked. It felt right. Her with us.”

We whispered words of love and devotion, our voices blending with the night. "Tonight was perfect," she murmured, her voice full of contentment. "It was," I agreed, kissing the top of her head. "And it's just the beginning." Eventually, we drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. Dawn would bring a new day, filled with responsibilities and duties as the new Alpha and Luna of Meadowood.

We lay there for hours, just enjoying each other's embrace until we finally drift off to sleep, basking in the afterglow of our passionate night together. And so, it begins. The End

Home. "The seven nights are long over," Sienna said. Smiling. Remembering. Honoring. Beginning. "But the forever has just begun," Dante replied. Kissing her forehead. Her temple. Her lips. "The forever. With you. With them. With everyone. The forever. It's just. Just beginning." --- Morning. Dawn. Golden light. New day. They woke wrapped in each other. Home. Safe. Loved. Complete.

Zipper rasped down—slow, finishing what I started. I looked up at him. Wet between my thighs—hot, aching, throbbing. My pussy clenched around nothing. The night started wrong. Messy. Full of secrets, blood, and silence. But it would end messier. For both of us.

“Doesn’t matter. We’ve got forever.” And under the witness of the moon, the lake, and the distant happy howls of our pack, we started the next round—slow and sweet this time, all tangled limbs and whispered I love yous, the kind of sex that felt like coming home and discovering new continents at the same time. The night was ours. And it was only the beginning.

Nicklaus leaned closer but by bit until his lips finally came into contact with Bellamy's. Alone, finally alone. After hours and hours surrounded by our friends, subjects and family, they were the only two left in the room. It was just midnight, but their new beginning started early that morning. They were both worn out from the day's dancing and greetings but they both yearned for each other.

We sat until the stars came out—sharp against the deepening indigo. Until the cold drove us inside—slow steps, careful hands helping each other through the doorway. Until tomorrow waited—another sunrise, another cup of coffee, another call from Lila. But tonight—tonight was ours. Under the last light. Under every light. Forever. The end. And the beginning.

Once they quieted to a degree, Gonar announced to them, “Lammas is here, my brothers and sisters. Let the feast begin!” Again, the cheers broke out and they all started to leave the place. Gonar undid the skin of Drust and let it fall away to the ground. Again, he took up Weaver’s hand and squeezed it as they walked. She looked into his eyes and smiled. Her hand felt so warm to Gonar, soft and supple, like the caress of a newborn. Gonar said, “All for you.” Weaver smirked. “All for us, Drust.” Gonar winked. “Forever.”