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to lift, I jogged downstairs, filling a bowl with warm water and grabbing a dish towel before going back into my room.

The haziness was almost gone as I half heartedly wondered where everyone had disappeared to. Usually my parents were home by now, but the house was empty. With no time to really fret about it I knelt beside Sebastien, swabbing softly at his cheeks until it was cleaned of the blood. I thanked God my stomach wasn’t weak.

I placed the rag on his burning forehead then dumped the murky water and returned to find the rag hanging from my bed post on the opposite side of the room. He was still fast asleep.

I scoffed a little; even in sleep he was stubborn.

“You’re going to behave,” I huffed angrily, snatching the cold rag and a pillow. Bending again I pushed the pillow under his head and placed the rag in its previous place on his forehead.

Giving one fleeting look I entered the bathroom, hoping that when I got out he would cool down some. I left the door slightly ajar so I could hear in case of anything. My poor wolf I thought with a sigh as I scrubbed myself clean.

Thirty minutes later I snuck back into the room to find him still asleep. Walking passed him I dropped the towel, grabbing my lotion and massaging it into my skin.

“Mmm, just what any man would love waking up to.” Startled, I squeaked, self-consciously covering myself although he’d already seen my body. As I did so with the towel I took him in, noticing that he wore a small smile, his cheeks still streaked red in a flush. That couldn’t be good.

“Are you okay?” He nodded and I didn’t believe him. Clutching the towel tighter to my body I dropped to my knees, palming his forehead. As I suspected it was blazing hot.

“Where the hell is that rag?” He nodded in the direction across from us, sighing a little. Concern made my movements awkward as I ignored the rag; instead I returned downstairs to grab the first thing I touched from the freezer. I rushed back upstairs to find him sitting up now, his eyes bleeding again.

“God…” I choked. “We need to go to the hospital. You’re bleeding from your…eyes.” His hand touched his eyes as if he hadn’t even realized it.

“Nah it'll heal. It’s just a…a symptom…happens after using too much power. Don’t worry this is actually alright…I mean hopefully I won’t regurgitate blood,” he managed. Hopefully, I thought with a shake of my head before I pushed the freezing packet onto his forehead.

Peas? I almost laughed, I’d given him peas. Before I could be really amused he flung the packet onto the floor beside him.

“Shit, that freezing!” he complained. I rolled my eyes, crawling beside him and wiping the blood from his face before pushing the peas back there. I kept my hands there despite the cold.

“Stop that. Your fingers are gonna fall off.” If it kept him from throwing up blood I didn’t mind.

“I can do without them.” He sighed, his hands prying my finger off but he kept the package in place. Good boy I thought teasingly, Nurse Rosa will make it all better.

“Nurse Rosa?” I gaped in horror. His eyes were drooping as he barked a laugh. “What? You said it.”

“I didn’t say anything! Get out of my head.” His eyes flickered with emotion, closing before I could tell which. I gritted my teeth, convincing myself that he was just too exhausted to answer.

“Sweet dreams Wolf Boy,” I whispered, beyond worried. I wished I knew more about Werewolves.

“Quit worrying…Nurse Roza,” his words were slurred before he slumped a little. I grinned warily, finished dressing in black shorts and a button up. For a while I watched him like that. He looked troubled; his eyebrows set deep above his sharp cheekbones.

Feeling useless, I headed downstairs, careful not to disturb him. 

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“What do you mean dads away on business and mom won’t be home for three hours?” I hissed into the phone. “Where are you!?” Shooting a glance at the clock I realized it was already eight o’clock.

On the other line my sister answered, “I’m with Josh but I’m coming back soon! I promise, please don’t be upset.” I opened my mouth to tell her I was just that when strong arms snaked around my waist, yanking my body lush against the hard plains of a male body. My males’ body.

I leaned in a little, inhaled the strong scent that I never got enough of. He nuzzled my neck, his breath making goose-bumps form along my body as I shivered. I forgot how to speak…how to breathe for a moment.

“Rosa! Are you there?” I jumped a little.

“Um, yeah. Sorry about that, I’m...Yeah I’m not angry. But I gotta go,” I hung up, whirling around to face Sebastien. To my relief he looked well…better than better. His skin had taken on its light bronze tint again, his hazel eyes sparking and his hair loose. He pushed me backwards until my back hit the counter.

“I guess you’re feeling better,” I said breathlessly. He smiled a little, showing off white sharp points, before he lifted me onto the counter.

“Much.” That one word was husky and dry, smoldering with a heat that made me yearn for him. Still being taller than me bent a little, his month was so close and I had to close the distance as my body came alive, my hands tangling in his silky rough hair. Our tongues tangled and soon I had to rip away, gasping for air as his lips began a searing trail down my neck.

The pleasure blocked everything but him from my mind. I wanted more and that was the only thing I could think as my legs wrapped around his waist, pressing his erection to my most intimate part as the breath left me. Sebastien growl echoed through the house as I shivered my arms around his shoulders. Then we were in motion, going so fast that everything was a blur and then we were on my bed, the door closed and locked.

And then his lips were on mine again, taking the edge off my need.

“Dammit,” he muttered softly. His hands shook as he tried the buttons on my shirt. I smiled, pushing his hands away with a teasing smile. Slowly I unbuttoned the first one, relishing in his sharp intake of breath, the airs sizzled as I continued to the second one. My sex ached as I reached midway, his hazel eyes focused on me, he licked his lips.

His hands suddenly grabbed my shirt and with a dark chuckle he ripped it, causing the rest of the buttons to go flying. I gasped, glaring as he pulled the selves down and threw the now destroyed shirt across the room. I’d been fond of that one!

My bra was next to go and then his large hands were cupping them, toying with my nipples between his fingers, torturing me. I moaned appreciatively, my blood molten lava. I wanted to touch him…badly enough that my hands grabbed the seam of his shirt and yanked it. He allowed me to pull it over his chest and threw it across the room where the other articles of clothing lay close by. I ran my hands down that smooth hot skin, biting into my lip as he chuckled.

“God…I want you,” his voice was harsh against my cheek.

“Please,” I begged, trailing my hands over his back. He needed no more convincing as he kissed me. Boldly I brushed his sharp canines and he tensed.

I wanted him to bite me so bad..

“God you’re torturing me. I want to sink my teeth into your soft skin. I want your blood to flood my mouth. I want to mark you. I. Want. You. To. Know. Who. You. Belong. To.” I moaned again, biting his lip and doing something I hadn’t thought to ever do.

I pressed my tongue into his canine, whimpering softly at the luscious sting of pain. He groaned into my mouth, his mouth sucking on mine as surrendered to him.

His hands worked the buttons of my shorts, pulling them down my legs until my panties followed. He pulled away, his eyes drinking me in and I didn’t feel self-conscious when he looked at me like I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

“You’re so. . . God you’re incredible baby.” I smiled in a haze, my hands trailing down his belly, he flexed under my touch, shuddering as his eyes closed and I felt a rush go through my veins.

He was as much mine as I was his.

Before he could stop me I was unbuttoning his jeans, and tugging them down his hips, my eyes widening as I took in the size of him. Huge. He stood straight at attention, hard, thick and long. I wanted to touch him and as I reached forward he gripped my hand, grinning before he pulled away. I plopped onto the bed again, closing my eyes and focusing on the ache between my legs.

But all thoughts were cut off as he hands touched my body; his mouth began exploring me, leaving no skin untouched. With a gasp I jerked, his lips covered my sex, meeting the ache head on as I tangled my hands into his hair, digging my head into the pillows as his lips did things to my whole body, making me quiver everywhere.

“Please,” I panted as he nipped at my sensitive nub. I was getting so close, my hips grinding into his face as two fingers sunk into me, moving in a circle, round and round.

“Give it to me baby,” he groaned and I spiraled into an orgasm that went on and on.

My eyes were slightly open as he knelt between my thighs, his hands on my hips as I wiggled closer. He was hot against me next, the tip of him rubbing along my wetness. As he continued his torment I whimpered, wanting him in me. To claim me.

Soon the tip of him was in me though and I closed my eyes tighter. His hips rocked softly, each thrust forward bringing him further into me. Tears stung my eyes as I fought the pain, feeling stretched and full even though he wasn’t half way inside me.

“I’m sorry. I’ll make it better,” he bit out and my eyes flew open as he slammed into me. I cried out, pain and pleasure making my vision clouded. He reached between us and stroked my clit I sighed, feeling the pain fade into something better…something lovely.

He grabbed his left hand in mine and began to move his hips, his breathing heavy as mine. My moan was muffled by his lips as eradicated the ache within me with each sharp, sweet thrust. Soon I was meeting him, my hips grinding into his. I felt him press a kiss to my neck and I froze with anticipation flooded me; I arched my neck. His thrusts were coming quicker so when his teeth pierced the skin of my neck I cried out, my nails digging into his back to clutch him closer.

He was mine.

“Bite me,” it was a

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