Love Bites

Crossing Boundaries

Love Bites

"Crossing Boundaries"

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© 2013 Nelly & Kaylen

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Ivy's POV

            "James," I whispered gently as I walked towards him and he shook his head.

            "No, Ivy. I said no. You touch Cameron and it's my obligation to kill you." His blue eyes glazed with tears and he shook his head. "And I can't do that."

            I sighed and gritted my teeth as I looked over his wounds. "But look at what that asshole did to you!"

            James sighed. "Ivy, we're guys. We fight about stupid shit and then two hours later we're best buddies again."

            I rolled my eyes as I stepped in between his legs and leaned closer to him as I gently dabbed a piece of wet cloth against his wounds. "That's why guys are so stupid."

            He chuckled but stayed quiet as I kept cleansing his cuts. Silence traveled between us as I kept on cleaning and throwing away the dirty rags covered in old dried blood but it was surprisingly a comfortable silence.

            I turned away from James as I grabbed the alcohol and gently poured some on the rag I was using to make sure that when James' wolf healed his wounds they wouldn't stay infected.

            "So when were you going to clean these?"

            James shrugged.

            "So you were just going to let your wolf heal them like that?!" I asked incredulously.

            "Ivy," he sighed, "they're just little wounds. They're nothing big."

            I rolled my eyes and huffed, "Whatever."

            I stepped back away from him as soon as I was done and tripped on his foot. Luckily James had quick and strong reflexes because he quickly snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me up to his chest.

            "Watch it," he huskily whispered, his breath tickling my lips.

            I licked my bottom lip as he slowly let go of me, his fingers leaving a warm tingly path behind.

            "James," I whispered.

            But we didn't need to say anything. He could smell the arousal growing deep in me by his touch.

And I?

Well I could see his excitement.

I weaved my fingers in his thick soft hair and brought our lips together in a sensual collision that resulted in sweet explosions.

James darted his smooth tongue in my lips and deepened our kiss as he slammed me into the wall, completely forgetting about the people that lived in the pack-house.

A throaty moan escaped my lips at the feel of James warm mouth suckling on my neck gently and I let my head fall back as I opened up to him.

"James," I breathily whispered, "where's the pack?"

"Training with Cameron on the field," he huskily whispered.

"Why," I gulped, "aren't you with them?"

"And miss out on something like this?" he smirked, "I think not, darling." Then he pressed his sweet lips against mines and kept kissing me, passionately raw.