Their Dreams

Leon’s POV

“Yep, in fact the restaurant we ordered our dinner from is actually my favorite.” She spoke matter-of-factly, before nibbling a bite of white rice and chugging the rest of her drink.

*’Huh? Well would you look at that, she likes asian food!’* My wolf yips excitedly, *’We must remember that for later!’*

“Really? If I had known we could have eaten there instead of having a picnic.” I take a swig of my drink, locking eyes with her at the same time. “I guess that will have to be what we do as part of our next date.”

“I… would love that.” She smiles making her perfect white teeth softly reflect the moonlight, she begins fiddling with her food and looking down. A bit of hair slides away from its hiding place, faintly covering her face once more.

*’Shes fucking beautiful..’* I think to myself. Jasper purrs at the sight before us, drunkenly responding to my statement. *’I want her.’*

I reach out and re-tuck the soft strand of hair behind her ear once more, and lift her chin so her eyes reach mine. The moonlight shimmered in her contrasting irises, time seemed to stop.

My rod felt warm, and my mouth began to water softly. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted this woman, *all of her.*

Our faces slowly drew closer to each other, both of us reaching for this moment. Suddenly my body was filled with one command, one urge. *’kiss her.’* My wolf howled, in unison with my thoughts.

Before I could think twice our lips crashed into each other, my hand wrapped around the back of her head as I frantically tried to pull her body closer to mine. Her lips were soft, untamed, cold from the air.. and the alcohol.

Passion erupted in my mouth, I opened my lips and she followed my rhythm perfectly. My chest pounded, and my hands started to sweat.

*’I **want** her…’* I thought to Jasper as the heat continued to build.

Our lips lapped over each other urgently, pulsating together. I pressed my tongue at her lips for entry and when I thought she would hesitate, she let me in. A deep moan slipped through my throat, and I sensed something change in her demeanor.

“Mmh…” I was euphoric, and steadily growing *hornier.* She grabbed the hair on the back of my neck with both of her hands simultaneously. In the seconds we went up for air, another groan came from my mouth and instinctively I grabbed her ass.

“Ah!..” she yelped, and a grin unconsciously took over my lips as I kept kissing her.

Part of me snapped, Before I could stop myself I reached out and slid her onto the hard-on hiding in my pants. Her thighs were cold from the air, my hot hands complimenting the temperature difference.

A *hot*, sweet scent filled my nostrils. I felt my dick twitch slightly in reaction, my patience and self-control reaching my wits end.

My hands unconsciously slid up her shirt and touched her bra, before moving back down to her *plump ass*. I squeezed her cheeks firmly, making her moan and melt in my arms.

*’Mark her, **NOW**.’* My wolf growled in reaction to her *sexy* heat-scent. It took every fiber of my being to keep my wolf down, to swallow my *hunger*. Even with all of this teasing, I knew we should take it slowly. If we didn’t stop soon, I wouldn’t be able to stop *at all*.

I broke away from our *very* hot kiss, breathless and sweating. We both huffed for a few seconds, trying to catch our breath.

*’Why didn’t you mate her?!’* Jasper growled angrily, I took a deep breath.

*’Because, firstly we have been drinking. Second, don’t you think we should make her **first time** special?’* I snap at him, trying to teach my wolf some logic and manners. Based on her scent, and *very* sensitive reactions, Octavia is undoubtedly a virgin.

He doesn’t answer, instead he grows quiet and whimpers in dissatisfaction in the depth of my mind. I feel my thirst dissipate, before Octavia recaptures my attention.

“Ahem.” My *beautiful* mate clears her throat, looking at me expectantly.

“So now that our little *moment* is over…” she disappointedly stands before opening another drink, and drinking half of it in just a few gulps.

“Dang, for such a small thing you can really chug them down.” I chuckle, cleaning up our empty togo containers and coolers. I get up and walk over to the trunk of the tree.

“Well… when you live my life it's easy to *chug them down.*” She offers me another drink with a giggle, I smile and take it as I sit against the base of the tree.

“Oh yeah? Why don’t you tell me about your life then, *Via*.” I say cockily, sipping my alcohol.

“It’s a long story… Are you sure you wanna hear it?” She faintly smiles, an empty look taking over her eyes. Something inside me dropped, because I knew what the look in her eyes meant.

“Of course I do, you are my mate. *I want to know everything about you, my love.*” I grab her hand and gently pull her to sit between my legs. She sits, with her back to me and her head rested on my chest.

“I don’t even really know where to start… what is there you want to know?” She interlocks our fingers as she sips on her drink, we watch the stars twinkle as we talk.

“What about… What do you *love* todo?” I smile, kissing her head. She obviously enjoys drawing, and poetry. Based on what I saw in her sketchbook that day in the woods, she's creative. But I wanted to hear her passion for it from her lips.

“Well I draw a little.. mostly things that make me feel *alive*…” A rabbit rustles around in the grass a few feet away, and she trails off as she becomes mesmerised with it.

“In fact- I wish I had my sketchbook now heh..” she chuckles softly, looking back at me before bouncing my question back. “What about you?”

“Me? Well, I’m a musician. At least I aspire to be.” I smiled, watching the back of her head as the wind played in her hair. Her light brown locks blew around gently as she played with my hand. I sigh, “If my father had his way though, I wouldn’t even touch a guitar. I’d probably be cooped up in an office somewhere, working behind a desk nine to five.”

“That… sounds like my Dad.” She tucks some of her hair, and looks up at the stars with a gentle breath. “I haven’t even told them I want to change majors. They want me to go into Law, and join the family business. But… I want to be an artist.”

She sniffles, her breathing getting heavier. “I just wish I could follow my dream, without any consequences.” I felt her wipe her cheek, as tears fell from her eyes.

*’Poor mate, we need to help her.’* Jasper says sadly in my subconscious, as I wrap my arms around her from behind.

“Do you think telling them how you really feel, or what you want…. would fix things?” I asked, joining her in watching the stars above. I kept my arms gently wrapped around her, our breathing syncing up gradually as she responds.

“I wish I could, in fact I have tried to before. They make me feel like my dreams are worthless, like they can’t get me anywhere.” She sighs heavily.

“Ah… I feel like I have dumped on you. What about you? Why not tell him?” She tilts her head back, looking at me from her strange upside down position with a half-smile.

“Haha. Well, anytime I even *try* to argue with him about it, he shuts me down. My mom is no better, she doesn’t even acknowledge when I bring up the subject.” I rub the back of my neck as a pang attacks my chest, I chuckle and continue reluctantly. “I just wish I had parents who supported me, and my dreams…. Really I just wish I had *someone.*”

The last bit of my sentence I whispered, holding back the knot in my throat that kept threatening to rise from its pit. Part of me was so sore from the subject, why didn’t my parents love me enough to want me to find true happiness?

This question always crossed my mind, and every single time I buried it deep deep down in the pits of my subconscious.

She turned around to face me, and wrapped her arms around my neck while brightly watching my eyes. Every fiber of my being was focused on watching her beautiful face, I glued myself to her *miraculous* eyes.

“Well now… you have *me*.” She smiled, her blue and gold eyes shimmering up at me under the light of the moon.

*’She’s right, we are no longer alone in this.’* Jasper said knowingly, a smile took over my face.

“You’re right, and *you* have *me*.” I held her by her cheeks as her eyes watered up. “And I *am never leaving.*”