Adam must have gotten tired of waiting for my answers because he dipped his head and pecked my lips softly.
However, that was for a start, because immediately after that, he wrapped his hands around my waist, drew me closer to him, and pecked my lips again.
He withdrew his face thereafter, taking note of my facial expression, to know if he should go on.
I knew he was waiting for a go ahead, so that it wouldn’t be like he was bullying me into kissing him.
Foolish me thought that the act was cute.
I must have nodded my head at one time, because before I could say jack, his lips were on mine, and this time around, his tongue was attempting to push past the protection of my lips into my mouth.
Yet I was not responsive. Not because I wasn't into the kiss, but because I didn't exactly know how to kiss. .
“You haven’t kissed before?” A note of incredulity rang in his voice, as he withdrew from me the second time.
I shook my head in reply, wondering if he would go away when I heard him mutter ‘f*ck’. Of course he would know now that I was a virgin.
Should I have told him that I wasn't a virgin? And where was Naomi? I wondered, wanting her to come down now. This stuation was awkward as f*ck now.
I wanted to be out of here. I felt stupid too—not sure if it was because I had allowed Adam to kiss me or because I didn’t know how to kiss.
When Adam noticed my abrupt change of mood, he sighed and dropped a kiss on my lips, bringing my attention back to the softness of his lips.
“Hey, don’t worry. I can teach you. We will take it slow and steady.” He whispered, making me wonder if s*x was the only thing that can manage to bring out this side of him. I have never heard this voice octave.
My heart raced wildly and fast again when he lowered his mouth on mine, when his fingers began their tracing sequence at my back and around my waist.
He pushed at my lips, and I opened. I didn’t want this to end.
Adam let his tongue into my mouth expertly, using it to guide the motion of mine around his mouth. It was fussy at first, but then it got better and became so d*mn sweet.
The kiss felt like soft rain on a summer evening. It felt like an explosion of the best flavors in the universe all at once mingling together and creating the best taste and sensation I had ever felt. I was lost, totally lost in it.
But then he broke away, and chose to stare at me, perhaps gauging my expressions.
His eyes were filled with so much lust, and surprise.
Yes, I could see that too, though I had no reason why, because before I could think on that, he returned his lips to mine.
This time when Adam’s lips mashed against mine, it was more violent.
He kissed me as if he was trying to flatten and destroy my mouth, as if trying to state his claim on me.
I was taken aback. For a second, I couldn't breathe. My mind was a blank slate until I felt those tingles again.
They assailed my body like rushing water that had broken over a dam. And when they attacked me, I welcomed them with open arms, and hungrily pushed back.
The bristles of Adam’s immature beard scratched against my soft cheeks when I gripped his head firmly—acting out of instinct—as if to keep him from escaping.
Then, I worked my mouth against his, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.
I kissed him like he wanted to be kissed, like no girl had ever kissed him—or so I thought—soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment.
The heat rose in his loins as my tongue danced with his tongue, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of us.
I was moaning now, and I could literally hear his grunts of pleasure and it filled me with some kind of weird pride knowing that my kiss was doing that to him.
I gasped softly when I felt his hand begin to snake toward my breast region. Were we really going to do it here? In Naomi’s kitchen?
A light brush of his finger around my nipple caused me to tighten my thighs in anticipation. But that anticipation was caught short when I heard a light scream right behind me.
I knew it wasn’t Naomi. Naomi’s voice wasn’t as shrill as that.
No. This was even worse.
It was Claire, and in the next second, she was dragging my hair, dragging me away from Adam, and into the reality that I had been smooching a forbidden fruit.
“Let her go, Claire.” Adam said, his voice as cold as steel. He folded his arms across his chest, sporting a countenance of aloofness.Behind me, Claire stilled. But that was to be expected. Adam has never rebuffed their attacks on me.I gasped, however, before I could ruminate on Adam’s strange behavior, when Claire roughly pushed me away from her. I fell to the group in a piteous heap.“That was totally unnecessary, Claire.” Adam walked up to me, to the shock of Claire and me, and helped me to my feet. “What are you doing, Adam?!” Claire screeched, flinging her hands apart in frustration. “Every girl, but her. She is cursed, for god sake! Did you forget that?”I would be surprised if the others by the pool weren’t hearing her questions.Adam said nothing in response.I was in Adam’s arms now. And I was so confused on what to do. Watch the lovers spat, or hurry upstairs to Naomi? Could I even shrug Adam’s hold off me?Fortunately, Adam made a choice for me.“Go upstairs, Maya. I wi
“Maya, get to the dining table for dinner,” I heard my mother shout from the kitchen, and nodded before I could stop myself. I should be talking. I mused, my eyes unable to leave the outfit that Naomi had finally settled on, the outfit I will be wearing for tomorrow’s classes. I still found the whole stuff overwhelming. The outfit consisted of a black crop top, an oversized blue jean jacket and baggy black striped denim jeans. I would be rocking it with Noami’s chunky boots. And this attire sufficed because I had refused to wear anything tight like the short skirt she had brought out or the tiny pants that had hugged every curve I owned. I didn't want Adam thinking that I was dressing up because of him. But was that notion unavoidable, especially since the whole school knew of my wardrobe?What manner of bullying will color my day tomorrow? Claire’s angry face before I left for Naomi’s room still colored my vision. I instantly jumped out of my bed when I heard my mother’s voice f
I found my mother sitting on the short row of steps in the backyard. “What are you doing here? Was the pasta that bad?” She asked, immediately I sat down.I huffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “Of course not, mom. It’s just that I was lost in my thoughts. I was wondering why your face seemed so sullen. And I kept wondering what the Lycan king had said in the meeting about me. My mind conjured up the worst thoughts, and believing that, had caused me to drop the fork. Mom, I could never be unhappy with your food. Never think of that again.” I replied, placing my hand across her shoulder, whilst pressing myself to her. She hugged me then by the side, rocking me gently, more to console herself than to reassure me. Anything to make her feel okay. I thought, wrapping my arms around her too. Perhaps Lent was right. I had been the cause of the uproar tonight. If I hadn’t let go of the reins of my mind, if I hadn’t believed the stupid imaginations of my mind, then the fork in my hand wou
“Are you sure that you are okay with going to school today? You can tell Naomi about the recent developments when she comes to pick you in a few minutes' time. You don’t need to go to school.” My mother started, as her eyes made a trail, from my head to the chunky boots which adorned my feet. I had told her that Naomi would be picking me up this morning for school; there was no need for me joining a still furious Lilian in her car. However, I understood my mother’s worries. Tucking me into bed last night, she had asked me why I had kept the bullying from her all these while. I had told her that I hadn’t wanted to trouble her with my troubles. But she had been adamant with the theory of being better off knowing about the situation before it had been brought to the council. “Mom, I will be okay. No one will touch me, not after what the king had proposed. I will be fine. Naomi will be with me too.” I answered, putting my books into my backpack, despite the knowledge that I wouldn’t b
“Maya!” Naomi shouted my name, extricating me from my wholesome thoughts. A smile bloomed on her lips when our gazes met. A smile that wavered the next second when she just realized something—the furrows on her forehead were enough giveaway. I am sure it was because of the news. Her parents must have told her.“Hey babes, good morning.” I greeted her, nudging her by the shoulder when she pouted and looked away. “Come on, you know it’s not my fault. Let’s get out of here though, before they bear holes in your head with their eyes.” I said, dragging her by the arm to her bike which was a few feet away from her. She turned then, chuckling softly when she saw the looks on the faces of my siblings and my father. “I bet they didn’t see the change coming. Their loss really.” She got on the bike, and handed me a helmet. “Yeah, thanks.”I will miss this bike too. I thought, as I hung my arms around her waist. Maybe, I could get mine when I got to the city of humans. Maybe, I could learn h
Why was the time damn slow? Shouldn’t it be time for lunch? I wondered, my eyes catching the square clock that has been hanging in our class, since forever. “You shouldn't have bothered coming to school today if you were going to be this distracted.” Naomi whispered as she brought her head and book close to me like she was showing me something. The professor was looking at us.I shrugged at her question, not knowing what to say. She was right. But what she didn't know was that I had come to school to catch a glimpse of Adam for the last time.It was stupid. It was a lame expectation. Nevertheless, I was yearning for an alone time with him again. “You could have waited for me at your house. You know, spend more time with your mother...” Naomi was saying, and I just nodded along, not having anything to contribute to the discussion. The bell rang for lunch then, and we all breathed out in relief. We, as in the whole class. It was obvious that I wasn’t the only one bored out of my head
MayaToday was my first day at the school’s cafeteria, or rather the second time after I was discovered to be without the wolf gene. The first time, after that life changing event, had been brutal and traumatizing. It was the first time I was bullied.Now, standing before the matron who was dishing my food, I wondered if I had made the right choice, listening to Naomi.Naomi was my only friend. The only one who had remained by my side after the pack doctor’s diagnosis on my sixteenth birthday: the diagnosis that had set my perfect life on fire.Naomi had insisted that I follow her here today. It’s been a year and six months since that fateful first day, yet the memory still had a firm grip on me. I was actually counting the seconds till someone threw me a juice can, or half eaten pizza.“Maya, stop fretting. Mother promised me that the Lycan King has resolved the bullying issue. It’s over finally, best friend. Take a deep breath. Your hands are shaking.”She was right. My hands were s
“What’s going on here?!” A voice suddenly roared in the cafeteria causing the throwing competition to come to an end. Who was that? What had taken them so long? I wondered, unable to open my eyes because they were covered with liquids and food particles that had been thrown on me, more than a hundred times. When Noah had chosen to make me a target for practice, the others in the cafeteria had taken it as a go ahead to replicate the mess. Everyone in the cafeteria, except Naomi, had emptied their lunch packs on me. “Who is that sitting on the floor? Stand up!” The same hoarse voice echoed. Mr Johnson, the principal. I was sure now.It can only mean that Naomi had made the report herself. Her father was an important member of the pack’s council—she couldn’t be ignored by the school’s authorities.I tried obeying the principal’s command, I tried standing up from the floor, but my feet and hands kept slipping on the slippery floor.A hand grabbed me by my arm—certainly Naomi—and hel