Computer problems again! Damn you all to hell electronics! Any-who, here’s the next chapter for LOAAM, I’m so happy how well this is doing! I honestly never imagined that it would become this popular. Thank you again, one and all!
I know a few of you have expressed your opinions on the change in point of views. Some of you were saying that I should indicate where the point of view changes so it is less confusing. Sorry to disappoint you guys out there, but I won’t be doing that. It just ruins the story for me. You don’t see the indication in published books, and I’m trying to make this story as professional as possible. Look at the awesome photos on the side and in the external link! More cool photos made by some pretty awesome fans in the comment section below.
If it becomes too much of problem, I’ll consider placing a sign or something like that to signal the change in perspective.
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Chapter twelve: Explanations
I threw my head back in ecstasy, staring up blankly as the night sky, riddled with diamond like stars, seemed to tilt above me.
Jango’s hot mouth licked enticingly at my pebbled nipple, making my thighs squeeze together against the barrage of emotions.
Of course they closed around his erection, which made him groan in pleasured agony against my mouth.
“Jango,” I managed to breathe out, reluctantly pushing against his chest. He snapped at my neck playfully, before leaning back just slightly, his breath fanning across my mouth.
My glasses had fogged with his heavy exhalations, and had slipped down embarrassingly to the tip of my nose.
“I—” I stuttered to a halt, not quite sure how to continue. With a heaving sigh, he stepped away from my form, raking his fingers through his sable hair.
“Look Bonnie, I’m so sorry, this should have been so different,” he apologized, dark brows furrowing together.
My lips pursed, remembering him as the black, hulking creature that had stepped from the shadows during the time I was being attacked. Glossy, long pelt gleaming in the light of the moon.
“It’s okay,” I said in a small voice, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear, a blush spreading across my cheeks.
I hadn’t failed to notice exactly how oblivious he was to his nakedness. His erection jutting proudly from between his hips.
“Okay?” Jango growled, turning upon me, obsidian eyes blazing, “you were just attacked and you’re saying this is all okay!?”
Swallowing with a mouth that had suddenly gone bone dry, I took a hesitant step forwards, watching as his shoulders relaxed and anger died down at the softness that was probably shinning from my eyes.
“I—” I paused again, frustrated at the lack of words to express what exactly I wanted to say. “Are you a werewolf?” was my oh-so-smoothly-put question.
Jango froze, staring at me as if I just asked him to take me to his leader. For a moment the only sound was that of the wind as it rushed through the alley in a single frigid gust, before Jango burst out laughing, head thrown back, shoulders shaking.
I felt a tad embarrassed by his reaction and felt my self blush harder, tugging at the sleeves of my sweater embarrassingly.
“Oh, little bunny,” he crooned, slinking over and wrapping a muscled arm around my waist to pull me in for a quick kiss.
“I’ll explain everything, in just a moment, there’s some things I need tot do first,” he offered, before moving back and closing his eyes, muscles tensing all over his lean, powerful form.
“Jango, what are you doing?” I asked uncertainly, taking a couple cautious steps back. Silence reigned once again, before a loud popping sound shattered the air.
I watched awestruck as fur bloomed all over his body, the sound of bones shifting and readjusting crackling through the air.
Jango’s canines shot down to dimple his bottom lip, irises growing until they dominated his entire eye.
Before me stood the same wolven creature from before, breaths misting out from his snout into the chill of the night.
|Ebba Zingmark||as Bonnie Lee Harper|
|Marcelino Rosas||as Jango Bellagio|