Warning ⚠️ NSFW.
Advisable for 18+, not suitable for light hearts. Contained sex and violence.
Nervousness took over me as I stood in the hallway. I have felt nervous before, but never to this extent where it was uncontrollable. As I waited, I counted from one to twenty to help me relax. I wasn't sure what I was actually waiting for until someone touched my shoulder and I spun around. My eyes instantly locked with a pair of gorgeous silver eyes. He lowered his hand and pushed it into the pocket of his black executive pants.
"What are you doing here, Bubbles?" the man asked me with a frown.
Bubbles?
I wanted to ask him why he was calling me 'Bubbles' but I found my mouth opening and myself saying, "I've been looking for you. I needed to talk to you."
"Okay," he drawled. He swayed his weight from one foot to the other. Worries and fear flashed in his eyes and I wondered why. "What is it?"
"I've been thinking." Again, I found myself — who didn't feel like myself — answering him.
He swallowed. "And?"
Again, this body did its own thing and did not follow my mind as I watched myself placing my palm on his chest. I felt his heart beating faster and faster and through the fabric, I could feel his warmth.
The man clasped his hand on top of mine, sending electricity and a tingle to my entire body. I could tell that my body—this body was drawn to him, wanted him. Desperately. Hell, the other parts of my body that he didn't touch even begged to feel his touch. "I'm not going to play a game with you, Al. It's not right. You are either with me or with him. You can't be with both of us. You have to choose."
Ignoring his plea, I curled my hand into a fist, clutching at the front of his shirt, then I pulled him into me. Our mouths met in a perfect kiss. The kind of kiss that left us wanting more. The kind of kiss that could break or make a man. I heard him groan and fought the urge to smile. Instead, I pressed my body into his rock-hard body, enjoying the feeling of our bodies being this close to one another. We've done this before, I've made out with him more than a dozen times, and yet I knew that this time, I would let it all go unrestrained. I would let us finally enjoy each other, ravish one another. Today would be the day that we finally did it. I could feel it and I could feel his erection nudging my lower abdomen.
He let our tongues entwine for a few more minutes before he pulled back. His hand was on my shoulder, but he didn't push me away. "Bubbles, we can't keep doing this. It's not fair to everyone. It's not fair to me and it's not fair to him." His eyes stared at me in pain, but I could see a sliver of doubt in those silver eyes. "I can't keep doing this."
I withdrew my hand and crossed my arms in front of my tank top, then took a step back. My last movement seemed to add salt to the pain in his eyes. "Why are you being like this? Don't you want me? You said you did, but I am not sure anymore."
Both of his hands surprised me when they caught my upper arms and started shaking me. "I want you. And I am being like this because I desperately want you. Can't you tell? I hopelessly crave you. Have you any idea how difficult it is for me? You're my mate, but you want him while I want you. Although I'm technically the Alpha, I can't banish him because he's my brother."
I tried to break free from his hold, and he dropped his hands. "You told me that you'll give me time."
"I'm giving you time," he said, clearly exasperated. "You can have all the time you need, but you've got to stop playing with fire. Don't play with me or my brother and keep your hands and other body parts to yourself."
His tone was not harsh or chastising, but instead sounded soft and desperate.
Two minutes passed in complete silence before I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I chose you."
"W-what?" He stuttered, his eyes widening in surprise. Clearly, he didn't foresee this.
I heard myself giggling. It was not the sort of sound that I'd normally produce, but at this point, I just went along with everything. "Is it so hard for you to accept that?"
"No, I just thought after seeing you in bed with him last night—" he struggled for the right words, lines of frowns appearing on his forehead.
"You thought I would choose 'him'," I completed his sentence, and he nodded. "Well, no. It was supposed to be a goodbye."
"I can't believe this." Hope emerged on his face, followed by a look of joy and a sense of relief. A full smile spread across his lips and I felt a painful twinge in my chest. But I knew it was better this way. This was how I would finally get my goal. Sometimes a person had to sacrifice something in order to gain something else, in order to be happy. His arms were around me as he lifted me off my feet and his lips crushed into mine in a kiss that left both of us breathless.
"We should go inside," I told him once we pulled away to catch our breath. "Let's go into your room."
He blinked. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, this is what I want." I gave him my most convincing smile and stood on the tips of my tiptoes to kiss him. I let my tongue chase after him and tasted him. My hands raked over his back and shoulders, feeling every muscle of his body. This was not enough. I longed for more. I needed him to give me more. He was still aware of everything. I couldn't take him on like this.
This time, he drew away and asked again, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
A sliver of doubt crept into my mind. Did I really want this? More importantly, could I do this? I hardened my heart, convincing myself that this was the only way we could be together. He would've wanted this too. "Yes," I finally replied. The thought of him was the only thing that strengthened my will. I wanted to give him happiness, and this was the only way. "Yes, I am sure I want to be with you. I chose you." Right after I said that, he closed the gap between our mouths and kissed me.
"Forget what I said last night," he said huskily, groaning suddenly as he caught me up in his arms. "I don't know what you've done to me, woman. I think you must have bewitched me. Right here and now I don't give a damn how many other men there have been. And I don't give a damn if one of them is my very own flesh and blood."
"There might be a little problem." I forced my body not to shudder, hearing what he'd said and knowing what I was about to do, but I failed.
"What is it?" he asked, his eyes searching for mine, but beneath his worry, I could see that he actually cared. "Tell me."
"B-but I am inexperienced," I lied. "I don't think you'll appreciate my lack of experience when it comes to this." Once I began, the lie flowed more smoothly.
"So he never—" he took a brief pause, and swallowed. He looked a bit confused. "So he never touched you?" Wonder and surprise were evident in his voice.
"No." I shook her head. This time, it was not a lie. 'He' truly had never touched me. Even last night, despite my pleas and me embarrassingly begging him, 'he' had never touched me. 'He' had only let me kiss him and that was only because I literally had jumped on him and even then, after we had gotten caught, 'he' had told me to leave. I said the one thing that 'he' had kept telling me, "He always insisted that we both need to find our mates first. That we should wait until we are certain."
"That is not a problem." He let out a small sigh. Then the next thing I knew, his arms were around me and he carried me into his bedroom, kicking the door closed. Carefully, he placed me down on the bed. He wasted no time stripping off his clothes while keeping his eyes on me the entire time. He seemed to understand my nervousness, as a kind smile appeared on his face. "It is all right. You will soon get used to me."
My body shivered slightly as he sat on the bed and started to strip my clothes away. His hands were on me as soon as my clothes were discarded. He moved over me, caressing my bare skin. His hand fondled my breast and my nipple turned into a hard peak under his expert hand. Then he took it into his mouth and sucked. I felt desire pooling in my core, but I made an effort to remain in control. It was crucial that I was the only one with a clear mind here.
"Love me, Bubbles. Love me. Only me," he groaned, the words against my lips, kissing me with a fierce passion. I moaned, and this came out of honesty. I didn't fake it. He was my mate. Despite my feelings and my denial, my body did want him. Badly.
His mouth moved across my neck, pausing to bite the side of my throat, and my heart nearly stopped. If he marked me now, my entire plan would fail. It would all be pointless. Whatever happened, I couldn't let him mark me. Thankfully, he didn't. Instead, his mouth slid down to my other breast and sucked it, too. He drew my nipple hard into his mouth, his lips grazing my hardened peak and I nearly lost control, while his other hand palmed her other breast. I moaned in pleasure, and my back arched towards him, offering my body to him.
"Mine. You are mine, Bubbles. No one else's," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
He was roughly caressing me, but I liked it, my body liked it. I raked my nails over his back. Gosh, he was so good. Everything he did was perfect for me. So so perfect. And for a second there, I wondered what it would be like to be truly his, to be his mate, to be his Luna. But then an image of another boy with silver eyes flashed in my mind and that thought was gone. I loved that boy. I loved 'him'. I wanted to be with 'him'.
He kissed and bit his way down my body. I felt him kissing my belly and stopping at my inner thigh. His hands held my thighs and put my legs over his shoulders, then took me into his mouth. This felt so good. He ravished me with his expert mouth and tongue until I screamed my name. I'd had sex with other guys, but this was different.
In record time, I reached my orgasm. My whole body shuddered in pleasure. I could feel him everywhere. As I stayed there, I tried to calm myself down. Then I maneuvered him and moved on top of him. He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement as I took control.
I positioned him at my entrance, then lowered myself. Inch by inch, I continued, feeling stretched and completely impaled until he was completely inside of me. His hands were on my arse as he lifted me up to his long, thick shaft. He didn't use a condom because the feeling was glorious. I could feel hot flesh on hot flesh. Thick veins against slick vaginal walls. The bulbous head of his penis rubbed my G-spot and once again reawakened my passion. Slowly, I moved up and down with him, finding a perfect rhythm. A little higher and a little faster with each stroke. Holding onto his shoulders, I matched his rhythm and rode him hard. I tilted my head back and let my body enjoy this. I let Maya enjoy this for once. This would be the first and the last time that we'd be together like this, the only time I'd let our souls and bodies merge into one.
"Fuck!" He cussed out as I rode him hard.
His silver eyes were filled with mindless pleasure and complete abandon. He was so close to his climax, I could tell. He wouldn't fight me now, even if he tried. He was too worn out. I would be able to catch him off guard. This was the only way. I saw an opening when he closed his eyes and slowly my hand reached for my jacket. I could feel his hand on my arse tighten his hold, but his eyes were still closed. This was the only chance. The only way. I wouldn't get a second chance like this. No, he would want to mark me the second we did this again. Without hesitation, I quickly pulled the knife I'd hidden and as he groaned, so close to reaching the climax, I brought the knife down with enough force and stabbed him right in his beating heart. His eyes immediately opened, but there was nothing he could do because I had pulled the knife and then stabbed him again. Again and again. I didn't care how many times I'd done it. All I wanted was for him to die. I wanted him gone, no matter what it took. No matter the consequences.
A tear slipped out of my eyes as I felt his hold on my arse loosening, and I knew that he was gone. He was gone for good. And that was when I opened my eyes and saw the result of what I'd done. What made my heart nearly stop was the look in his eyes. It was a look of resignation and I realized that he probably had suspected this. He was my mate, after all, he was my other half, so surely he knew me well. There was a hint of a sad smile on his face too, and it broke my heart. Even though I didn't love him and had no feelings for him, my heart and my soul were still grieving for him.
Taking a deep breath, I shifted to my wolf form but only my muzzle, then I tore his heart out with my teeth and spat it out on the floor next to the bed. In a matter of seconds, I jumped off his bed and went to the bathroom. I needed to wash my body clean quickly and leave. I needed to be anywhere but here. When everyone found out about this, I should be playing the grieving mate and not the possible suspect. I went to the sink to wash my hands. I had shifted back and washed my face too. Looking at the mirror, I paused. It wasn't my face that was staring back at me.
No, it was Alana's.
The next second, I was being pulled out of the dream and woke up on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My whole body was shaking, but I forced myself to swing my legs over the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I flipped the light switch and rushed to the sink. My body sagged in relief when my face — not Alana's — was the one staring back at me in the mirror.
'What the hell was that dream about? And why was I being Alana there? Did this dream mean something? Was it just a dream or did it truly happen? Did Alana kill someone? Did she really kill that man with silver eyes? Who was he? He looked like a spitting image of Ryker, except some of his features were harsher. Was he Ryker's brother? Did Alana kill Ryker's brother? Or was that dream just a warning that one day Alana would kill Ryker when he was older? He could look like that in a few more years.'
There were so many questions clouding my mind. I tried to calm myself, but I felt tingles in my hands. My palms were once again emitting red smoke as I gazed at them. I waved my hand, trying to shake away the creepy red smoke, and a bottle of shampoo on top of the cabinet a few feet away from me fell.
"What the hell?!" I opened my right palm and motioned to the bottle of shampoo lying on the bathroom floor. The red smoke stretched towards it and slowly lifted the bottle up, following the move of my hand and what I wanted to do in my mind. The bottle of shampoo was returned to its original place. I rubbed both of my palms and the red smoke disappeared. But when I wanted to reach for my toothpaste and open my palm, the red smoke oozed out of my hand again. I wondered, "Does this mean I'm a witch?" I turned to the mirror and stared at my reflection as I tried to figure out what the whole thing was and, most importantly, what the dream was all about.
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Does anyone dare to make a guess of what was actually going on?