Vanessa sensed him come in. She wanted to ask him why he thought he had the right to be rude on a whim but all coherent thought flew out the window. Noah was staring at her lazily, arms folded across his chest, the bulk of his chest moved at a steady pace. Noah Abel clothed was a sight to behold, but Noah only with a towel wrapped around his hips was close to the annihilation of structured desire and descend into instinctive madness. He was the first to speak, “How did it feel? To drown a car.” Noah was relieved to see his Ms.Flynn in flesh. Present, slightly appalled, mostly fascinated by his lack of clothes. He had allowed her a few minutes to get comfortable with his state of skin display but he was done being kind. She hadn’t afforded the same comfort to him when Evan had took her for a joy ride in a bloody car. Literally, the car he had bled out in. Even if it was Evan’s idea, Vanessa had the brains and the brawn to say no to him. Vanessa opened and closed her mouth like a fis
Vanessa's body had overtaken and no matter how much she fisted his hair on the nape of his neck, she ended up drawing him closer, not pushing away. When Noah felt her lips gingerly touch his neck, as if to test his reaction, he licked her just behind her ear. An assent and encouragement all in one. She became bolder and trailed her hands lower, circling his broad back. "Should I stop Vanessa?" He thanked his lucky stars he still had the decency to respect consent. He should talk more, in case she didn't have a clear head and ended up regretting. She was confused, her belly ringed with an ache that traveled south. And her muscles clenched in anticipation. She was wet. Her arousal didn't come as a surprise. What confused her was her lack of shame at it. She wasn't a prude by any means. But neither had she felt liberated enough to explore further than this with anyone. Somehow his visceral need fuelled hers. "No. I want to." She sounded scratchy. But at least she was talking to him
He gripped her face, noting how the desperation had made itself to the surface and she was trying to ebb it away. "The feeling's mutual kitten. There's nothing to hide from." She was testing his patience when she shied away like that. She simply looked at him in awe. Maybe it was the near-orgasm or how he tended to her thoughts before she did. But she was awed. He helped her sit upright, and evenly combed her hair with his fingers so she looked presentable."Will you do something for me?" He asked her then. Tenderly cupping her cheeks, he placed a chaste kiss on her nose. She eagerly nodded."Don't touch yourself unless I ask you to. Can you do that?"Oh. Wow. She blushed to her toes and took forever to answer."I usually don't. Why?" Come to think of it, why would he deny her that?His evil smile returned. His devious plan would rot if she said no."I want to own it. Your pleasure."She was feverish now. Could she agree to that? Of course she could. Waiting would be worth it. Es
Mikhail had it on good authority that Greggory Flynn was a man who can't be trusted. The infamy of his distrust had made it to ears north and south of the border when Mikhail was still a kid. But that distrust had built over the years, crediting just one cataclysm was wrong. As an ex-Beta of the previous clan, he had dirt on every considerable authority. From Alphas of different packs to the ones who sat on the communion. Noah had advised him to find a nerve and press on it, in order to get information. Noah's father, Rourke Abel, trusted Gregory. But Noah believed that to be the case because Gregory also might know about his father's secrets. He didn't believe his father had much to hide, but whatever he hid was equally important. "So far. There is only one name that stands out." "Which one?" Noah offered Mikhail a cup of coffee, which he ubiquitously refused."Silas Bentham." Noah's eyes shifted at the mention of his name.Mikhail immediately latched onto it. "Have you heard the
She ran into him, crashed into his chest and landed on her butt. "Where are you off to?" Noah had seen her come running, but thought she'd stop, not crash into him."You maintain the clumsy aura with such finesse, kitten." He teased her before helping her up. She pushed her hair out of her face and bounced on her toes."Hey", she breathed. Her heart sped up. Whether it was him or her running, well, why bother thinking?He obviously enjoyed the reverence in her gaze because maybe she did regard him a little more highly than other people, his infamy was still a part of him. She hoped it was just his past though, not extending into the present. He always was a patron saint of calm and collected, the way he pocketed his hands. "I don't know where I'll be staying. I packed my clothes as you asked." He recalled doing that, yes. Now he was suffering for it. She'd be close to him. A hallway to the left, sometimes a step away from the confines of his bedroom. 'As you asked'. Why did he rea
He looked back and forth between Noah and the stream. His palpable fear mixed in the air. A few more words of coercion and the kid decided to trust him. Noah did catch him. But what was he going to do now? They had taken changelings in before. Usually the ones that were injured. This one was not. And why did his life invite scrutiny when all his plans worked, for he was a shadow? Vanessa. The name came unbidden, and he didnt think twice. His mind searched for hers and tapped on a memory from two days ago. He let his thoughts flow, who he was, why was he knocking on her cerebral door. With a quiet snick he made the contact to find out she was sleeping. Noah was aware of boundaries but the opportunity presented itself, a clover leaf in middle of the winter, and he with delicate care started to look around.Mind link at first, at the origin, had been a communication tool. None the wiser, wolves had been too busy surviving their harsh conditions, lacking the creativity to hone the skil
“How do changelings speak?” Noah sat on the solid rock, a solemn look on his facedirected at Vanessa. She was curled up next to the pup who had, without preamble, fallen asleep on them. Noah knew to question only when the creature was not in distress. But he was losing patiencequicker than Vanessa could ask quesions. And she asked a lot of questions. And she was sitting on her knees, legs folded beneath, an eager smile on her face. What would she do if he kissed her right now? “Would someone come looking for him?” Vanessa triedhard not to stare at him. His barefeet elongated up to calf muscles that’d put an athlete to shame. His ripped jens landed on his knees, and the way the sat emphasized his long muscular thighs. She peered at his face finding it hard to not look at his lips and the stubble that had grown prominently in the last twenty four hours. She dug her nails in her palms. Noah would have indulged in small talk or a lesson on changelings had he not seen the way she loo
Mikhail recoiled as if struck. And the pup whimpered. Mikhail furrowed his brows trying to understand what was happening when Noah stopped him. Because if they didn’t back off now, someone could get hurt. Vanessa nearly had an out of body experience. She saw two gaunt faces staring at her, and the child still sleeping. She then realized she had hissed at Mikhail because she conceived him a threat to the baby when he was one of the people she trusted. The sorry was on her lips but she didn't utter it. The attachment wasn't on purpose. She had never known herself to be possessive but the natural instinct to protect this creature left at nature's mercy seemed natural. So unlike her but natural. Like kissing Noah. 'No wolf is that attached to anyone but the near circle and pack.' Mikhail was pissed. He hadn't done anything to provoke Vanessa, to him the rebuke was unwarranted.'Let this be. She doesn't know she is doing it. She defended him to me.' Noah kept the peace, always. 'I am n
'Love does find a way afterall. No matter what obstacles are laid before us, if our love is pure, it will win at the end, no matter what.' Vanessa thought as a smile lit her face up. She was sitting comfortably on a couch, in a large sweatshirt that belonged to Noah, now her husband.She thought back to their wedding ceremony, it was a wonderful affair filled with laughter, love and hope. All their friends had come, looking clean in their dresses and suits. Noah had left last night, in wolf form, hollering and calling loudly to the moon. A makeshift bachelor party- a wild run in the forest and then some chilled beer at a cliff with a nice view. That left Vanessa to sit back at home, thumbing through her favorite book and smiling now and then. It was midnight when she decided to call it a night and go to bed- her last night as a single lady. Just then, she caught sight of a rustling figure outside the window. It was Noah, his hair windswept and his cheeks red from being drunk. He was
She watched his face, less shy about its location on the map of her body. He was smiling to himself, mischievous, his eyes on his work. Small pool of sweat gathered at her lower back, at the dimples he liked so much. He was finger painting.She gasped, trying to twist away as he wrote more. But he didn't have to. "Noah...." Was she going to weep? She didn't want to weep. "Is that a yes or a no?" The wolf was relaxed this time around. Like it had gotten what it wanted for the time being, she knew the decision was equally human. "Yes! Yes, I'll marry you." "If you can stop snotting, maybe then..." She hit his shoulder. When he kissed her, on the psychic plane, his wolf appeared. Battered, strong, feral. And with him- a bond. It was a great shining thing, like a falling moon. An orb born of love tumbling in the creeks, in the meadows. She had only to catch it. And she did. With it came a smaller bond-Ian. Unafraid, she linked herself to it. The distance between them felt like sph
The last thing she remembered was his claws digging in her ass, and their pleasure sated bodies a tangle of limbs. Where was he now? Not next to her. But he had slept, the bed held his impressions. Coming to herself, she blushed. His smell was so strong on her, hers had nearly vanished. She had an inkling that these were the signs of mating bond completing itself. Even he would smell more like Vanessa than himself. The animal was playing for keeps, and it wanted to be kept as an equal. She found him sitting on the porch stairs. She grabbed his shirt, shivered at how sensitized her skin felt, trying desperately to keep herself from looking at the spot of blood on lavender sheets. Thankfully, they weren't white. His marks, teeth, hand, claws pulsed in her body. Her body held his secrets more tenderly than it did anything else. He sensed her approach, straightening his legs, making space for her between them. She went, hiding behind her hair. His content was contagious. Bare chested
The satisfaction coursing through him was so arrogant, so unfaltering in its ownership, her wolf quivered a little in fear. If he consumed her, would she live to see another day? Intrigued, he rubbed his jaw against the inside of her legs, her scent decadent, strong. He fumbled with his jeans before pulling them down. His wolf wanted to take. To turn her around on hands and knees, mount her, and when she'd arch her neck in pleasure, take a bite. It'll hurt but he'd share the pain. "Noah?" She was still here. Legs spread, waiting for him. He smiled. His mind was playing tricks on him, he won't take her like an animal. That'll have to wait. He suddenly dipped his head and she shoved a discarded pillow to her face. Which was a good thing. Because the scream that tore out of her was no human. Her eyes shifted, her wolf begging to have her equal measure of the sensations. His eyes still on her face, he licked her between her thighs. The tender bud begged for his attention, which in h
When he threw up his shields, she was back in front of him. Tonight, there was no leash. She wanted to play, he'll abide. The wolf bared its teeth.... She shot out with a grin. Adrenaline shot through her, she was nowhere near as fast as him. But she could read his thought clear as a bright sunny day. Apart from the high of the chase, she was humbled by the trust. He lowered his shields to nil and let her in. She had yet to do that.He was getting closer, the wolf didn't try to hide the heavy breathing, his massive lungs resounding in warning because he wanted her to know when he was near. Claws out, canines protruding, Noah was no longer human. Not a single part of him. Heart raising hard and fast, she sharpened her run into the direction of lower range, a steep one her much smaller body could maintain running at. Noah's much larger frame would tumble at this speed, so he pulled out an old trick. He laid down and rolled like a barrel. Laughter bubbled inside of her. 'Nice trick.'
"I am sorry I made you feel unwelcome. Consider this an apology." He kissed her knuckles, a small key pressed to her palm, the soft crinkle of paper-a note. She couldn't read his thoughts anymore. But he walked away with a purpose. Dusk clambered in the Nebraska, the summer of dragging afternoons fast learning to evade the gossamery warmth for autumn seeping in sycamore trees, yellow golden leaves ready to replace the greens. Beyond the moonbeam dancing stream, stood two peaks, protecting the land from the unknowns, so many unknowns. The peaks, they are not exultant, and they no longer believe themselves to be the instrument of some great intention. They are, but a shadow of those living beings looking up at them, creatures grasping at life with stained hands. Waiting. Hoping. Vanessa hid her gasp, swallowing the thick ball of emotion in her throat. A heavy weight ruffled the decidous low hanging branches in the trees but she didn't have to turn around to know who it was. Her soul
Home.The black villa doors opened to reveal the place she had thought would save her from the mountain of debt she had buried herself under. The debt was the answer she had been waiting for, and apparently so was Silas. Greggory Flynn, she had kept his ashes in a thurible, had never given her complete answers. They arrived, to find Mikhail, Beatrice and Rourke waiting for them in the foyer. Vanessa was searching for Mrs.Kemp and her cupcake smelling apron. Beatrice looked healthier but the awkward distance between her and Mikhail didn't go unnoticed by anyone. "This here, little heathen, has more body count than me, brother. What do you say to that?" Evan dragged Vanessa from under Noah's arm to his side, strangling her in a side hug. Vanessa was beyond grateful. She didn't know how to break ice with Mikhail. The last time he had her tied to a chair in the basement, he had his reasons but that didn't make it okay. She didn't know where to go with him from here. She loved Noah but
Vanessa shuffled inside her closet, her claustrophobia all but gone. She was done packing but not ready to head back home. Things felt so incomplete. In past two days, she had tried to access Calvin's mind but had failed. When all of them, Selene, Falkner, Silas, Noah, Evan and Jodie convene for finalizing border control policies she had to tell them. She wanted everyone to know there were others like her, the Communion will want a hard proof. "Come in." She knew it was Evan. "Hii. I am resigning. Consider this official." He had been in a jolly good mood, he always was when he worked on secret plans but this time, Vanessa knew it was about Jodie. His mind was a back to back movie night on weekends, filled with lewd imagery of things he'd like to do to her.The powers did have it's shortcomings. "Resigning?" His shields were up. "Yes." Evan folded his legs, sat on the newly purchased futon, which Noah had gifted Vanessa because she liked to sleep on the floor. Bed after thirty six
He begrudgingly admitted nudity was her last preserve right now. She shifted but did a very poor job of hiding herself, the swell of her ass, small and pert with tan lines- he groaned- held his attention. Until he moved it to her shoulder. Stripes, more stripes of red, white, yellow, blue. What the fuck was it? How did she get bruises this bad? Before he could ask, she begged for a clothing. Anything he might have. He stripped off his shirt and threw it to her. She scrambled into it like she was on fire. No more inadvertent strip show, his cat saddened by the perspectiveShe knew what he was going to ask. It was always there, in the manner people stood, slightly skewed, uncomfortable of her reaction even before she had reacted. Scars. He had seen them. And she knew he won't let it go. "You aren't going anywhere until you answer me." Lonely, she wanted to be with her own kind after being denied association for so long. Walter Desmond's death made her breath for the first time, free