WOULD WE BE THE SAME?

**Dominic’s story**

The wolf was howling so loudly inside me I barely kept it from surfacing. Rebecca had just experienced a painful and exhausting time with doctor Catherine. But I couldn’t control my eyes. My body was throbbing with desire as I felt a bright, hot, red heat in them. I’d almost let him loose. I forced him to behave normally around her.
I could have sworn she wasn’t so indifferent anymore either, even though she still didn’t believe who I was. I had so many identities that I feared the time when I would have to reveal them. But if I wanted her with me for eternity, she’d have to accept me as I was.
I knew I had to somehow prove to her that my love was heartfelt. She had a difficult medical condition at the moment and I didn’t want her to think I was sorry for her and that was the only reason I was sticking around. That was the last thing I would want and do.
I had so many questions that I desperately wanted an answer to. What was the name of that feeling when you felt like you’re gasping for air when she was not around? Or what was it called when you have her in front of your eyes and suddenly learn to speak all over again, trying to say something smart enough not to sound like a lovesick dumb teen? And, most importantly, how could I extinguish this flame of lust, this constant craving that I long for every day?
But all I had left after chasing away all those sinful thoughts and inhibiting my crazed wolf with his longing was to just offer my help.
So I assisted Rebecca to her room. She looked so helpless, and she definitely needed a rest. If only there was more I could have done to help her. Be more involved in her life, but I was unsure of her responsiveness to that. I was secure in my feelings for her, but I had yet to figure out if she had those feelings for me, too. It was a very long way to go, but I had to try it.
And the second we got into her room, my mind went crazy. That was the moment when I wondered how the hell Rebecca had to take a shower if Megan wasn’t here. The worst part was that Megan wasn’t available today.
Then her melodious voice stopped me in my tracks, trying to leave the room as if nothing had happened.
“Dominic?” But I had to turn to meet her pleading eyes. I didn’t need to answer her. “If Megan’s not here, how am I supposed to shower? Will you be able to help me?” Even I was wondering the same thing.
But because I was silent and simply couldn’t find the words, Rebecca spoke again. This time, I breathed a sigh of relief. Or so I thought. “Not to worry, Dominic! While she was here, Megan had improvised something brilliant so you can help me and you don’t even have to see me...you know... without clothes...”
I was certain she was conscious of her blushing, but she was so cute like that. Beautiful, I dared to say. I had to make a quick comment so she wouldn’t feel awkward.
“What do you mean? What did she do?” Impressive. Of all the possible questions that could have piqued my curiosity, I had to ask her this one.
“Well, Megan took advantage of you letting her stay here and installed a shower specially designed for people like me. That would mean I could wash myself, only I’d need help to get in there. But first you would have to also bring a towel so I can cover myself. I’ll do my part, and then I will call you to get me a clean towel to wrap me up with. Easy, huh?”
“Yeah, if you say so...”
But did she think about me and how I would feel carrying her in my arms wrapped only in a towel? Apparently, not. This mission to keep the wolf inside me was becoming increasingly difficult, if not impossible. I knew what was coming and my imagination was already running wild.
In a few movements, she had reached the bathroom and raised her hands as if to show me something. In fact, she was really showing me. The towel she mentioned was lying on the edge of the bed. I looked at it and knew that this was the beginning of my end. My control got shattered.
And as soon as I handed it to her, I couldn’t move an inch. I stood there transfixed, staring at her, expecting... It was almost as if she could actually see me. In fact, she was waiting for me to turn around and for her to undress.
“Would you mind?” she muttered, as if she knew I was still gazing at her with insatiable disdain. Her cheeks flushed and for a few seconds, she lowered her gaze.
“Oh, yes... of course... sorry!” I was twisting words around so hard I couldn’t believe it.
I turned my back on her as she asked, but even in my mind, I could picture her as mother nature brought her. My imagination got so crazy that I thought my angel had left my right shoulder and only the devil remained. He was pushing me to do crazy things. And my wolf too. But I still had a few reasons to stay the way I was.
The blood boiled in my veins and a sweet ache ran through my body from my lips, longing for her kiss, to my hands to caress her, to my hardness craving her like crazy. My mouth opened as if I had already tasted the sweetness of her body. I bit my bottom lip, cursing myself for being so helpless for this woman and feeling so vulnerable myself, knowing that if she had me in her embrace for one night, I would want her forever. She was my Luna, after all.
“Okay, I’m ready now. You can take me to the bathroom!”

If, until now, I thought this was the simple part, carrying her was the ultimate test. Just the thought of her being so close to me drove me insane. That only a damn towel separated her perfect naked body from me. My eyes drifted to her in her wheelchair. I reached out to her, placing one hand under her thighs and the other around her waist, almost tracing my fingers to the curve of her left breast. I couldn’t describe in words what I was feeling or what thoughts were running through my mind. She was so sweet, and I was rock hard. I guess I stood still for five whole seconds, but it felt like five years. Time just froze for us. If she had been able to see, she would have seen the lust in my eyes.
But somehow I had to come to my senses and resume the reason she was in my arms. Rebecca couldn’t handle it on her own and turned to me for help. But it flooded my mind with thoughts of sin.
“I am going to leave you now…” I hurried to get out of this narrow space as quickly as possible. It was not wise to remain alone with her in the condition I was in. I didn’t know if she was aware of what she was doing to me, or how much she was tormenting my untamed wolf, but I had a little longer before I lost control of him.
“Thank you, Dominic!” Even her voice stirred me in a way I didn’t think a simple tone of voice could.
I closed the door behind me, leaving her in the sound of the hot running water, and sat on her bed, which still carried her floral perfume. I closed my eyes and inhaled the discreet scent. The most normal tasks were hard to concentrate on. In my head it was just her, so I laid there for almost an hour. It must have been hard for her to manage. Then I heard her melodious voice. “Dominic, I am ready!” It was like a wake-up call. An arousal from a painful daydream. I was totally numb and kept telling myself I’d get through it. What could have been so hard about going in and getting her out?
When I opened the bathroom door, only the steam blocked my view from her naked, perfect form. I froze in that spot, staring at her insatiably and cursing every second. My body ached relentlessly, and I was hardening all over. Everything was howling inside of me and my breathing was getting more and more jumpy. It was now or never. I took a few steps forward, swallowing hard. I could almost hear my own heart breaking in my chest. The steam prevented me from seeing her and maybe it was for the best. I helped her out of the shower back into my arms with the same eagerness and desire as before. Nothing changed. With the same awkwardness, I carried her in my arms and laid her on her bed. I was making an inhuman effort not to take her right there. With all this happening, I could feel Rebecca’s heart racing faster than usual. That could only mean one thing. She might not be as indifferent as she appeared.
But nothing could assure me she had feelings for me. Even though Megan would say that. Being a woman, she could feel these things, and she claimed it was certainly a spark, a burning fire waiting to ignite. The question was, when will it? And when it will would we be the same?