"They should teach this in class," Harry whispered as Brooklyn and him pulled away to catch their breath. "French kissing this good is a skill.""I'm sure I've had better," Brooklyn shrugged."Don't lie to me," Harry growled and leaned in again.Brooklyn moaned softly and wrapped her arms around Harry's neck. Their lips moved in sync, their tongues brushing each other's.They had yet to achieve much studying.Harry slowly moved his hands down to Brooklyn's jean skirt and paused, waiting to see if Brooklyn pushed him away.She didn't.Harry easily undid the button and tugged them down, pulling her underwear down at the same time. Within seconds they were on the floor and Brooklyn grabbed Harry's tshirt, lifting it up above his head. Harry's jeans were gone next, and then he was straddling Brooklyn, kissing her neck, nibbling her collarbone on the spot where his mark would one day lay."Stop kissing me and take your freaking underwear off!" Brooklyn huffed and pulled at the waistline of
"I don't want to study anymore," Harry growled and leaned over and kissed Brooklyn's neck."Harry, no," Brooklyn said and pulled away from him. They were both lying on his bed with books scattered in front of them."You hate school, you hate studying," Harry mumbled. "Take a break.""You take a break," Brooklyn said."I am," Harry said. "With you.""No-"Harry grabbed Brooklyn's shoulders and gently turned her so she was lying on her back, looking up at Harry. "Yes," Harry said. "We have all night to study.""I want to study now," Brooklyn said and gasped when Harry trailed kisses down her neck."No you don't," he said."No, I won't let you distract me, Harry!""Oh really?" Harry wondered and kissed her jawline, sucking on her skin."Y-yeah. I was really starting to understand those French words.""You were?""Uh huh," Brooklyn nodded."Babe," Harry sighed, "tais-toi et embrasses-moi.""I have no idea what you just said-"Harry's lips stopped Brooklyn talking and she gasped, surprise
"I don't think you're capable of being gentle," Brooklyn said a while later. Harry rolled his eyes and twirled a piece of Brooklyn's hair around his finger."I am gentle," Harry said and Brooklyn looked up at him, arching an eyebrow."The hell you are," Brooklyn said.Harry shrugged his shoulders. "You like it, so stop complaining," he said."This," Brooklyn said and gently kissed Harry, "is gentle." Her hand lightly brushed over his penis. "What you just did, wasn't.""Gentle is boring," Harry whispered and kissed Brooklyn, dragging her bottom lip through his teeth. "It's no fun.""Have you ever tried it?""No," Harry shrugged. "And I don't intend too.""You could've hurt me," Brooklyn said."I wouldn't have.""You could've.""I would never, babe," Harry said surely. He placed his finger under Brooklyn's chin and titled her head up. "I would never hurt you, Brooklyn. Ever."Brooklyn frowned slightly. "Fine," she mumbled. "I need the toilet." She sat up in Harry's bed and pushed the b
After Brooklyn had finally made it to the toilet she walked back down to Harry's room with Harry by her side."What did Greyson say?" Harry demanded once he had shut the door behind him."Doesn't matter," Brooklyn sighed and checked the time. "Laura said food would be ready now, maybe we should go down and-" Harry stepped in front of Brooklyn went she went to walk past him."What did he say?""Nothing," Brooklyn said dismissively. "Lets go- Harry!" Brooklyn huffed and narrowed her eyes at him when he blocked her path again."Brooklyn, tell me what Greyson said," Harry said sternly and grabbed Brooklyn's shoulders, holding her back when she tried moving past him. "Hey, hey! Calm down!" Harry shouted, holding Brooklyn tightly when she tried to pull away. "What the hell, babe!""Touch!" Brooklyn exclaimed. She wanted to get away from the sparks she felt, because they felt so good. "Your touch does so much to me already! I know I don't feel this mate thing as strong as you do yet, but it'
Greyson had let Oscar in and took him to his office. Harry and Brooklyn entered a few minutes after and Brooklyn saw Oscar sitting on the chair opposite Greyson's desk."Sit down," Harry said quietly to Brooklyn and she took a seat on the couch that was pushed up against the wall. Harry walked round and stood next to Greyson, who was seated against the desk, leaning against the wall behind them and crossing his arms over his chest."Talk, and I'll try to not to kill you," Greyson said sharply."Well, you guys know I'm a werewolf," Oscar said slowly."How kind of you to finally admit that to us," Greyson said sarcastically. "Now, tell us something that we don't already know. How about what you're doing on my territory? You have no pack. You're a lone wolf. You need an Alpha's permission to be on their land."Oscar swallowed. "I apologise, but I wasn't aware I was coming back to this town," Oscar said. "I left my old pack, from a few towns over, and when I did I left town. I left my hom
MAJOR writers block on this, and I've been super busy at uni.Sorry it took me bloody years to update!Enjoy:)*Brooklyn struggled to sleep that night. Her mind was a mess, and her thoughts wouldn't stop running around in her head. She couldn't believe the news about Ben, her manager, who had been so kind to her.He was a killer.And if he knew about her and Harry then he would use her. Hurt her.And now her dad was in town, which made things a whole lot more complicated. Brooklyn was glad, however, that her mum wasn't with him. She wasn't sure how she would react if faced with her mother.Brooklyn rolled over in her bed, sighing in frustration. She hoped sleep would help her forget everything, just for one night, but sleep wasn't coming. She laid in silence, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the morning to come. Soon the soft patter of rain could be heard and Brooklyn sighed, looking at her window and seeing water droplets through the crack in her curtains.Brooklyn tensed as a lo
Brooklyn took a deep breath and turned round, walking into the diner."Brooke!" Ben called. "Are you okay?""Fine," Brooklyn said and made her way into the staff area to change into her work clothes."What was that about in the parking lot?" Violet asked, catching Brooklyn as she made her way into the diner. "You both looked pissed!""He's a dick," Brooklyn said. She glanced at Ben, very aware that he was listening. "I'm not being bossed about by him.""Gosh, no," Violet said. "Show him who's boss.""He's so angry," Brooklyn groaned and rubbed her eyes. "I don't even know why I'm stressing so much, it's not like he's my boyfriend or anything.""I didn't think you two needed to ask the question about what you were," Violet said honestly. "I thought it was obvious.""You're not helping," Brooklyn groaned. She knew very well that Harry was a hell of a lot more than a boyfriend."Sorry," Violet said sheepishly. "Go and serve table 6, that'll distract you.""Just what I had planned," Brook
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and glared at my reflection in the cracked mirror.It was their fault.Everything was their fault."I just wanted to get out," I said to myself and flushed the toilet, washing away any signs that I had just puked up all of last nights food and lots of blood.I groaned and ran my fingers through my natural silver hair, debating on what I should do.I could keep running and end up killing myself, or I could go back and get help and end up killing others.I had worked so hard to get away.No one had ever done it before.I had managed to stay undetected. I was free.Or so I thought.I was still caught in their net. They still had a hold on me.I cursed loudly and slammed my hand down onto the sink. "I can't go back," I whispered and turned on my heel, walking into the bedroom. I grabbed a bundle of clothes out of the duffle bag that held all of my belongings and dumped them onto my bed. I stripped out of my clothes and before I pulled my jeans on