Werewolf Love Dramas(Rated R) COMPLETE

Chapter 11-And It is revealed...

He walked over and as he got closer I realized that he was really big, not fat he was really tall and muscular. My heart raced, butterflies flew in my stomach and my skin instantly went on fire. His scent...it screamed dominance and just like the forest after it rained or the forest in the morning. It was intoxicating.

Once he got closer I saw his full face and features. Something about him made me want to jump him right there on the spot. It made the pain of being stuck on the edge rise to a point of almost crying for release. He had blonde hair, it was a platinum colour and went over his eyes. His eyes were a dark crimson colour which was weird, I never saw werewolves with dark red eyes.

His jaw line was set perfectly and chiseled, his skin was like snow. Smooth and perfect with not a line or blemish in sight. His shoulders were broad and he stood a foot over me.

"It's odd seeing a female wolf out on a night of the red moon..." He said looking up at the red sky.

"How do you know I am a wolf?"

"Well, your heart is beating so you're not a vampire, your eyes are red which wolves get on the night of a red moon, you have canines and...you're too dark to be a vampire." He said laughing at the last part.

"A vampire? Y-You're..." I trailed off.

"Don't worry. I won't bite. I'm not into...werewolves. Blood wise." I should have ran right there but something was shouting at me to stay and talk to him more. Something made me want to rip his shirt off and see what he was carrying underneath. I took a deep breath steadying my shaky self. He just smiled sweetly down at me.

"Now...I would think a pretty girl such as yourself would have a pretty name." He said.

"Parker Huston." I said keeping my eyes locked on his.

"Blaze Cruorem." He said holding out his hand. I took it and his hand was ice cold against my firey one. No not because I was so nervous I was sweating, but because I was a werewolf, we are naturally high in termperatures.

"Blaze Cruorem?" I asked.

"Cruorem is Latin for blood." He smirked and I gulped.

"You don't go to school around here?" I asked.

"I go to Spencer's academy for Vampires. It's towards the east about twenty minutes from here."

"Grade twelve?" I asked and he nodded slightly.

"So...why is a vampire interested in a werewolf?" I asked.

"Vampires have mates too. Except it's a different type. Not just a mate but a blood one."

"A blood mate?" I asked.

"Yes. It's someone that you can drink from and truly feel that euphoria and power." He explained.

Why was I still here? Maybe I was high on sexual hormones but I was itching to start something. Just a little spark? I need to know that Hilary is not my mate.

"W-well...maybe...I..." I stuttered and tripped over every word as he leaned closer to me. His icy cold breath hit my face and cooled it. He just chuckled at my reaction of stuttering and leaned in closer.

Oh my god, what the hell? I needed something to take away this pain. I took a deep breath and just shut my eyes and went for it.

Everything around my stopped moving, literally. Immediately sparks erupted from my lips all the way down to my toes and finger tips. He was cold but I felt warmth in his arms. I must say his lips were soft yet icy cold. He kissed back without hesitation and I grabbed onto his shoulders and held on tightly. I could feel the contraction and tightening of muscles. He grabbed my hips aggressively and lifted me a bit, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly and I felt wind rushing by blowing my blonde platinum hair as well past him. He never broke the kiss though and surprisngly as he moved so fast his fangs raked slightly on my bottom lip. I moaned happily as his icy tongue slipped in.

It was like a breath of fresh air. I was actually relaxed and not so tense about my parents finding out about this.

Soon I was on something soft.

"Where...are...we?" I asked between kisses.

"Vampire dorms." He answered not out of breath.

"V-vampire dorms?" I asked stopping to stare at him my hands lingering on his shoulders.

"Don't worry. No one will hurt you. I practically run the school. No one will say anything." He assured. I took a deep breath and went back at it tearing off clothes in the process. I actually couldn't tear my eyes away from the perfect porcelain, snowy skin torso, that was perfectly defined of amazing muscles. He looked like one of those Greek statues in museums.