Chapter 4

Everything in my gut is telling me that Ava is special, but I need to be careful. She’s staring straight into my soul. It’s like we’re already connected. This has to be a dream. She shakes her head no. I look into her eyes, and I’m melting. We’re about the same height, she’s just a bit shorter than I am. Ava leans over the console. She carefully reaches her hand up and cups my face. This feels so natural, but I don’t even know her.

She puts her lips on mine. I freeze in this moment. No thoughts. Just her tongue in my mouth. She bites my lip gently as she pulls away. Ava manages to act shy and tucks her hair behind her ears. “So where are you going exactly?” She asks me. I question whether she already knows. Perhaps not.

“California. The ocean is calling me. What about you, where’s home?” Maybe she’s from here. Then again how could a dry ass desert produce such a precious gem of a mermaid? She curls her long red hair around her fingers, and smiles again. “I live in Malibu actually. I was just out here to hunt over the full moon.”

The moon. “Is that why I changed? Was it the moon?” She nods. “How old were you when you found out?” Ava puts her seat belt on. “Most werewolves turn when they’re sixteen. I was thirteen.” Whoa. “Thirteen?” That surprises me. I’m barely twenty two years old. I shift my car into gear, and begin to drive out of the garage. Malibu it is. Ava agrees silently.

“It’s not usual for a were to shift at twenty one, but you’re a hybrid. You also didn’t know. So I guess the Moon Goddess was giving you some time.” Ava says surely. She’s absolutely stunning. Her aura captivates me. I think I could look at her for hours, but I gotta drive. That beast won’t find us here.

Ava stares out the window as I drive up the on ramp to the highway. I wonder if my grandmother knew I was a hybrid. Did she know my father? Holy shit.

Is my father a werewolf?

I look at Ava, but she’s not reacting. I think I’m learning how to keep some thoughts to myself. Something deep within me was always connected to the moon. I thought it had to do with The Harlow Witches. My ancestors.

“Harlow!?” Ava quickly covers her mouth in shock. So she was listening. “Yeah, I’m a Harlow.” I lick my lips. They feel chapped. I go to reach into my console, but Ava beats me to it. She takes the cap off my lip balm, and puts it on my lips herself. “Just focus on the road Aster Harlow.” I do just that.

We cruise west on interstate 10. “Welcome to California.” Ava says with a hint of old Hollywood glamour. “Do you like it here?” I ask her as we cross the state lines. She smiles and nods. Her smile is pure fucking magic.

The state border is pretty empty this late at night. No lines, that’s nice. I drive through and stop at the booth. The officer is a gorgeous woman. “Good evening ladies. Welcome to California.” I look at Ava, she rolls her eyes and looks away. “Thank you very much.” I say as she waves us through.

“What was that all about?” Ava almost seems jealous. “Ha! Not jealous. She just doesn’t seem like your type.” Is she talking about the border officer?

“Yes Aster. Yes I’m talking about the border officer. You think she’s gorgeous.” Ava is being a bit dramatic. “Dude, chill. We barely know each other. For what it’s worth, you are by far more my type than that woman is.” Ava seems happy with that. I can’t help but wonder what I may be getting myself into here. It’s almost like she thinks I’m hers after one kiss.

“One magical kiss.” Ava puts her hand on my leg. It’s so fucking warm. “The heat. Is that because you got mad?” I’m curious. “Not mad. Passionate.” She squeezes my thigh. Part of me wants to pull this car over and ravage her on the side of the highway. “So do it.” She squeezes harder.

I take a look at her, and I pull the fuck over. I throw my car into park, lean my seat back, and motion for her to climb on top of me. She straddles my hips. My eyes roll back. Ava kisses me like I have never been kissed before. I reach up under her shirt and unfasten her bra with one hand. The other has the hair at the nape of her neck in a tight grasp. I tug a little. She moans.

“Take your shirt off.” Ava pulls her shirt off and then puts her hand on my neck. “I’m not your slave Aster.” This is almost scary. I’m so wet, I almost don’t care. Her nails dig in. “Ava, stop.” I can barely breathe. She may not know her own strength. If I stay completely still I can tolerate it. Why would she want to hurt me? Does she like this?

Ava releases a little bit of tension that she has on my neck. Just enough for me to breathe, but I don’t move. She moves her hips back up against the steering wheel. I’m not sure what she’s doing but I go along with it. Breathing slowly. She moves my entire body up by my neck. Why didn’t that hurt? She leans down and kisses me hard. Her free hand pulls my hoodie up over my tits. She sucks my nipples so hard and nibbles. I flinch, she likes making me squirm.

How low is she willing to go? Ava puts her hands in my pants. She knows exactly what I want. Her fingers thrust in and out of me at the right speed.

Oh fuck yes.

She rubs my clit exactly when I need her to. Ava fingers me again. I’m gonna cum so hard. She takes her hand off of my neck and bites it instead.

My insides throb and gush. I scream. “That’s it. Cum for me.” She whispers in my ear. My body quivers. “Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don’t stop. Fuck!” Heat boils throughout my bloodstream. My head is in the clouds. Ava leans back and rubs my clit while fingering me with her other hand. That just makes me cum harder.

Fuck that was amazing. “You’re welcome.” She says as she pulls her fingers out of me and puts them into her mouth to taste me. She kisses me. Tasting myself on her tongue makes me want to devour her. I reach up to unbutton her jeans. “Not yet.” She stops me.