5 - Five Years Ago: As close as I can be

Five Years Ago: Kylar’s POV

I just wanted to be closer to her. She stood up, moving away from the crowd and I feel the lurch of my wolf, Sabre. He wants to be with her, to scent her wolf. To taste her. It’s a feeling I can appreciate. She’s wearing a light green satin dress. It falls from a halterneck exposing the curve of her spine and sitting perfectly above her waist. I want to rip it off of her. But I temper the impulse. I follow her, watching as she weaves through the crowd like a ghost. Moving through it so easily, her slender frame vanishing between the heaving mass of people. Something I find more difficult, my shoulders bumping into a couple as they whizz past. I don’t care. I feel focused, like I’m walking into a skirmish. Hairs lifted over my arms and tickling the back of my neck.

She’s alone. Stood by the bar, focused on the waiter who can’t help but notice her too. Maybe she doesn’t see the way his eyes flick over her beautiful face then, down to the swell of her breasts. But I notice. Sabre growls a warning at the bar staff, but it’s far too busy for the man to notice. Mine, Sabre wants to rip the man’s head off for looking at. I force him down again. I can’t take my eyes of her as she waits, shifting from foot to foot. Her gaze is distant, focused on the trees. There’s something sad about her. Something that makes me take a tighter grip of Sabre, encouraging him to calm. He whimpers, pacing.

Damnit. Her shoulders lift in a sigh and she turns to look across the dancefloor. It’s not like she’s crying, but there’s something in the way her soft lips are pressed together. A surge of protectiveness washes over me, stronger than the waves of lust I’ve felt since setting eyes on this woman. I didn’t think that was possible. I’m not normally someone who acts on lust. I don’t pursue women. I don’t have time for a relationship. I’m never around, and whatever partners I’ve had in the past, they get bored waiting and they stray. But I see her and I feel like something has grabbed hold of me, and it’s holding tight. Maybe I could be around for her. This is fucking ridiculous. I pull up beside her at the bar, and I’d do anything to wash away that sense of sadness that’s touching her aura. I want to make this woman smile. I tug at the knot of my tie, pulling it loose. Here goes nothing.

‘It looks like you want to get away?’

She’s startled, but she turns to look at me. It’s like a punch to the gut. Up close I can see the flecks of amber in her chocolate coloured eyes. She’s so beautiful, with a pointed, stubborn chin that promises that she’s trouble. She’s determined and maybe even a bit feisty. Mate! Sabre shouts again and I shove him out of my thoughts. Whatever is going on with this girl, I doubt she’ll react well to being dragged away by a possessive wolf. I want to get this right. When she agrees to follow me, I don’t hesitate. I take hold of her hand, the small fingers lost in my own. She’s warm and my heart rate is going into overdrive.

Every primal instinct screams at me to take her, to mark her and make her mine and I fight it. It takes all my focus and effort to hold onto my thoughts, to control the wolf within. Years of practice come in handy, Sabre has saved my neck more times than I can count. But with all his recklessness and impulsivity, I’ve learnt to temper his demands and think my way out of a tight spot. The last thing that the Silver Stream Pack are going to want is me taking a mate in the middle of their dance floor.

Before too long we’re out in the woods and the scent of her hits me. Soft and sweet, vanilla mixed with something just a little spicy. She’s attracted to me. I look back at her. I can hear her uneven breath, see the pulse flickering against her neck, even in the dark. I can feel my body tighten, blood rushing to all the right places as I turn to face her. She followed me and I still can’t believe it. But looking down into her face and those wide dark eyes, I can’t help but wonder if she feels it too. This burning sense of destiny. Sabre is brushing up against her wolf. Rubbing against her neck and he’s growling, low and possessive and whoever her wolf is, she’s loving it. I can smell her arousal. I stare down at the woman who reaches my shoulder and it feels right. This is the face I’m meant to see for the rest of my life. I don’t even know her name.

But she doesn’t answer my question, when I ask for her name. She’s braver than I thought and her hand lands upon my shoulders. Sparks of lightning move through my body. I feel the heat of my erection start pressing against my fly. She kisses me. For someone that looked so sad, that seemed so nervous to be standing with a stranger, she’s kissing me. A small part of me is suspicious. It’s not like I don’t have enemies. I can name a dozen wolf packs that might want me to be compromised. But this feels right.

She lingers, and I can sense the shift of her weight, she’s going to leave and I can’t let that happen. I take hold of her and take control. I kiss her. Hot and hard and hungry. My hands are lost in her hair, stroking over her body. I want all of her at once, and at the same time, to take my time. But she struck a match when she kissed me and now we’re burning. I don’t want it to stop. Every breathy little gasp and moan is fuel to the fire.

My mystery woman begs me not to stop and it’s more than I can take. She’s light, easy to carry as I pin her to the nearest tree. I need my hands. I need to touch her. I grab her behind and groan against her mouth as she responds. Her skirts are hitched up and I can scent her more clearly, that definite bead of arousal and desire, spurring me on. My cock is hard, straining against my pants and I can’t get close enough, quick enough. But I’m fighting with myself, telling myself to take it slow. That taking a stranger roughly in the woods, isn’t the way to start a relationship. Fuck. I really am losing my mind.

I’m rocking against her, and we both want the same thing. She makes another one of those little groans and I’m lost. This is insanity.

‘Keep making noises like that, and I’ll have to take you now,’ I kiss her hard. Teasing her lips until their swollen.

‘Do it,’ she dares me and my heart just about stops. I draw back, staring down at her ‘Take me,’ she breathes and I bow to kiss her again.

I grip her bottom again, turning her, laying her down on the soft summer grass. The smell of it fading behind the scent of her. The sweet sadness of her aura mingling with her desire as she wraps her arms around me. Her hands are on my chest, dragging out that deep, primal protective nature again. Something I didn’t know I had in me. I’m a warrior. I take orders, and I protect my pack. I’ve never been known for a softer side when it comes to strangers.

I smooth my hands over the lush curves of her breasts, stroking back and forth till her nipples are pulled into pebbled points. My lips are against her neck, kissing, sucking and gently grazing with my teeth. I want to sink my canines into her skin. Every light nip is as much as I dare, a game in denying myself. Sweet exquisite torture as I taste her on my tongue. I reach up, pulling free the bow at the nape of her neck, seeing the halterneck of her dress unfastened. I’m kneeling over her hips, looking down into eyes that reflect the night sky and the blood red moon.

I’m not a horny teenager anymore, but I’ve never wanted someone so much. Sabre has never been so determined to take another wolf. I can feel him clawing at me, restless. Demanding that I sink into her body already. But I draw down the fabric that covered her breasts and bend to press my mouth against the strapless bra. The lace matches the panties I can feel against my groin. I work it with my tongue till it’s wet, and push it roughly back and forth over her breasts. She arches beneath me. Hips lifting against my crotch. It’s more than I can stand. I bend, tugging at the heel of my dress shoes to see them discarded. Lost in the bracken. There are little white flowers poking through her hair. She looks like a goddess, surrounded by stars as she lays in the grass. Lips parted, eyes half-closed, but she’s watching me. I burn under that gaze, unfastening my belt and then my pants. I shove them down my legs. I can’t remember a time I got undressed so quickly.

My cock is swollen so hard it almost hurts. I run my hand over the tip, and it beads against my fingers. She gasps, lips parting. Tiny pink tongue extending to touch the corner of her mouth. I meet her gaze and she holds it, swallowing. I want to taste her. I can feel the wetness that is pooling between her legs, it’s rubbed against my pants already. The lace was no real barrier. She reaches out, daring and bold and ever so sexy as she catches my hand and pulls it towards her face. She extends her tongue again, this time licking the bead of desire from my thumb. Is she some kind of witch? I’m lost, totally, utterly under her spell.

I forget that I wanted to lick the soft skin between her thighs and I let Sabre take over. With a growl I’m bent over her. I kiss her again. Hand curled tight in her hair, holding her still as I ravage her mouth. I pull aside the soaked white lace of her panties, and feel her soft, slick and hot against my hand. I line myself up and force myself to breathe, to pause. To give her the final choice. But she grips me tight, her fingers curling into her hips as she makes a soft plea against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

‘I want this,’ she whispers, and my last thread of doubt and sanity are stripped away as I slide within. Forever lost and bound by my choices.