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with
anticipation. His eyes closed and his faced stilled with satisfaction as he
slid himself inside, slowly filling me to the brim. The smells of electricity
and earth swirled all around. The heat within me grew as he moved in and out.
The sounds of the wolves growing panicked barely registered before need
completely took over. As his rhythm grew to match his aggression I wrapped my
legs around his waist, plunging him even deeper. When the line between pleasure
and pain threatened to break I raked my nails down his back, feeling skin give
way as I screamed my pleasure. He was mine for the world to see. Sebastian
slammed home in answer with a half growl, half scream of his own release.
    I collapsed back
onto the bed trying to relearn to breathe. Still buried inside, he began a slow
rhythm reminding me that his hunger was never sated. The wolves' snarls and
howls now filled the room blocking out the sounds of our lust. They had
ventured dangerously close. My eyes remained closed basking in the gift of
touch alone.
    He paused for a
moment to send his tongue and lips down my chest; the small nips and laps at my
breast made me cry out with pleasure. Fine hairs slid across my erect nipples
causing my eyes to fly open. A blaze of onyx stared up at me through a
curtain of blond hair. I was momentarily stunned before I splayed my fingers in
his hair pulling as much as I could into a tight fist. The kiss was tender and
worried, giving my lips the same treatment as my breasts. He pushed himself
deep inside; he knew my body much the same way as I knew his. Jonathon was less
primal, his strokes more even and slow in stride. His almost careful approach
gave me time to run my hand over the planes of his face and chest. His
expression felt lost as the pad of my thumb ran across a slight scar along his
cheek. Before I had time to reassure him his strokes became harder and deeper.
I was reluctant to let loose his hair but my hand yearned to find more places
to roam. My body arched with the growing pleasure as he moved with the still
constant strokes between my legs. I rocked my body in time with his; letting an
orgasm send wave after wave of pleasure crashing over us.
    The waves took
their time to subside, letting us revel in their pleasure. I ran my nails up
and down his sweat soaked back. The candles had gone out leaving us in pitch
darkness. All we were left with were the sounds of snarls and growls as they
thundered through the room; the noise becoming deafening. The room shook as
the wolves slammed their bodies into the walls. I wanted to shut my eyes, shut
out our intruders but I couldn't. If I closed my eyes Jonathon would no longer
be there to keep them at bay.
    We both shared,
with our eyes, what words could not relay. When his muscles could no longer
sustain him he collapsed against me. ‘This is home,’ rang through my head as my
world slowly faded away .
     
    I woke to the alarm
chirping way more cheerfully than I felt. My tattoo burned across my chest like
the day I got it. I rolled out of bed, jealous that the sun still had another
half an hour before it started the day. Grabbing my clothes I headed for the
shower, flipping the coffee pot on as I passed. I turned the water on, letting
the steam help wake me as I stripped off my pajamas. Searing pain and a pulse
of light through the room had me frantically trying to wipe away the steam that
had already built up on the mirror so that I had a clear view. Another pulse of
purple and green caused a wave of panic to wash over me; all I could do was
grip the counter so hard my knuckles blanched to keep from hitting the floor.
What the fuck was happening to me?
    I decided to skip
on the shower and swap out what I had picked out for something that covered
whatever the hell was going on with my tattoo. There was no rational
explanation for it therefore I wanted to avoid trying to make one up. The gray
clouds threatened rain, so I cashed in my promise to my Beetle and decided to
take her