Make Love To Me

The door clicked shut behind Will, and I was left in a silence so thick it suffocated. The dull pounding of rain against the window echoed the chaos pounding in my chest. I pressed my palms against the cool glass, the droplets racing each other down the pane, mimicking the tears I refused to shed. Just outside, the world thrummed with life—a stark contrast to the betrayal rising within me. I could hear the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional call of birds, oblivious to the turmoil that had just broken my reality. Each raindrop seemed to murmur a reminder of all that was slipping through my fingers—a love I couldn’t save, a future I couldn’t embrace.

The chill of the room seeped through the fabric of my clothes as I closed my eyes and tried to shut out the darkness creeping in. The room felt like a tomb, each second stretching into eternity, and I fought the urge to scream, to claw my way out of this suffoc ating wholeness. My breath came out in uneven hitches as I leaned against the glass, ice-cold droplets tracing their way across the surface, mirroring the chill clawing at my heart . The weight of Will’s ultimatum pressed down on me like an iron cage, squeezing the hope from my lungs. Each breath I drew felt strained, the air heavy with the scents of damp wood and looming dread.

I pushed myself off the floor and out the door. I needed to get home.

The hallway felt like it stretched on forever as I hurried toward the exit, the rhythmic patter of raindrops a wicked pulse synchronized with my racing heart. Shadows flickered along the walls, dancing in and out of reach as I moved through the dimly lit corridor. I could almost hear Will's mocking laughter echoing behind me, taunting me with every step. The cold, unyielding tiles beneath my feet felt like stepping through a graveyard; echoes of my past choices lingered in each footfall. As I emerged into the open air, the rain greeted me like a cold shroud, soaking through my clothes and mingling with the tears I refused to shed. Every drop felt like a judgment, each gust of wind whispering reminders of my betrayal. I dashed down the winding path leading to my family's estate, the rain washing away any semblance of warmth from my skin. Each hurried step felt like an echo, a reminder of the weight of Will’s threat pulled around my heart. The fog of despair clung to me like the mist hanging in the air, wrapping its cold fingers around my insides, squeezing tighter with every beat.

I climbed in through my bedroom window , the familiar creak of the frame a reminder of countless nights spent dreaming of freedom, not of cages. As I landed silently on my bedroom floor, I glanced around—my sanctuary, once filled with the vibrant colors of my dreams, now felt like a hollow shell. The walls, adorned with posters of mythical creatures and landscapes I had longed to escape to, stood testament to the girl I used to be. Now, a storm raged within me, a tempest that threatened to swallow my very spirit.

I staggered toward the little desk in the corner, piled high with notes and sketches of the creatures I had once admired from afar—fierce werewolves and ethereal spirits, all painted with longing in every stroke. They felt like remnants of a life I could barely grasp now.

If I was going to marry William then I needed to give the one thing that mattered to me to my mate. I sank into the cracked leather chair at my desk, gripping the arms as if they might anchor me to this fleeting reality. My heart raced as panic clawed at my insides. The implications of my decision began to swirl in my thoughts like a sinister storm, dizzying and relentless. Shadows gathered in the corners of my mind, whispering doubts and fears I couldn't silence. Would Shadow understand? A quiet knock echoed through the door, pulling me from the storm of my thoughts. My heart skipped, the sound jarring against the silence like a thunderclap. I pushed myself up, wiping my clammy palms against my sides, trying to erase the tension clinging to me like damp fabric.

“Amina?” It was my sister, Leila. Her voice was laced with concern, a soft melody in the chaos I was trying to navigate.

I took a steadying breath, forcing myself to mask the turmoil swirling inside me. “I’m here,” I called, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I felt.

Leila opened the door slowly, her brow furrowed, a flicker of worry in her hazel eyes. “You’ve been gone for a while. I thought maybe something happened.” She stepped inside, glancing around my once-cozy sanctuary. The vibrant posters depicting the mythical world now felt like relics of a life I was being forced to abandon.

“Nothing happened,” I insisted, my voice lifting slightly in pitch. I plastered a smile on my face that felt more like a mask than an expression of truth. “I just needed some time to think.”

Leila's gaze didn't waver, the crease between her brows deepening as she scrutinized me. “You don’t look well. Are you sure you're okay?”

"Yah," I lied. "I just need to do something... cover for me?"

She frowned, her eyes swirling with questions but she nodded, and followed me to the window. She closed it behind me.

"Becareful," she mouthed.

I nodded once and flung myself to the ground. The impact jolted through my legs as I landed in a crouch, the cold earth biting at my palms. I took a moment to steady my breath and whisper a silent apology to the earth for the path I was about to tread. Outside my family home, the rain had turned the ground into a slippery mix of mud and regret. As I stood, shaking off the chill, the weight of my decision pressed down on me like the dampness in the air.

The familiar path through the woods felt treacherous in this weather, each step squelching into the mud as if the ground itself was reluctant to let me pass. Branches snapped beneath my weight, and the canopy above shuddered with each gust of wind, threatening the tenuous link to my old life.

“ The deeper I plunged into the woods, the more it felt like the shadows were reaching for me, eager to drag me into their embrace. Each step squelched through the mud, a reminder of the weight of my choice, pulling me closer to the inescapable fate Will had laid before me. My heart raced, pumping adrenaline through my veins as I navigated the familiar yet eerie terrain of the woods, the twisting paths now shrouded by a veil of mist that danced around the branches like specters of my own despair.

I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the crisp scent of rain and damp earth. The cool air stung my throat as I pressed deeper into the woods, each step leading me further from the safety of my home and closer to the decision that would seal my fate. The trees towered around me, their twisted branches clawing at the sky like the fingers of forgotten souls yearning for freedom. I could hear the faint, distant rumble of thunder, a harbinger of the storm brewing not just in the skies but in my heart. Each footfall felt heavier as if the earth itself was burdened by my impending betrayal.

When I got to Shadow's house I didn't knock. Werewolves would sense my presence before a sound reached that door, and if I knocked, I’d be inviting a storm of confusion and fury. With a deep breath, I pushed it open.

The familiar scent of cedar and earth enveloped me as I stepped inside Shadow’s home. It was more than just a structure; it was a sanctuary, filled with the warm glow of flickering candles and the low hum of life bustling just beyond my own chaotic thoughts. I could hear the soft crackle of a fire in the hearth, casting a warm embrace through the room, illuminating the corners where shadows lurked like silent specters, waiting for the truth to unveil itself.

“Amina?” Shadow’s voice cut through the air, rich and soothing, drawing me deeper into the sanctuary of his presence. I took a shuddering breath, my heart racing as I turned toward him. Shadow stood at the edge of the room, his tall frame silhouetted by the flickering firelight. The intensity in his deep-set eyes bore into me, a mix of warmth and concern that made the betrayal in my heart twist like a knife.

"Amina?" His voice was a low rumble, smooth like molasses, wrapping around me and threatening to pull me into the depths of his gaze. I shivered, not from the cold but from the swirling tempest of emotions inside.

“I—” My voice trembled as I struggled to find the words. The reality of my situation crashed over me like the rain persisting outside, a relentless reminder of the storm I had invited into my life.

“Sweetheart?” Shadow stepped forward, concern etching itself deeper into the lines of his brow. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The warmth in his voice felt like a balm against the icy fingers of dread wrapping around my heart. I inhaled sharply, trying to ground myself in the overwhelming presence of him. “I—I have something to tell you,” I managed to stammer.

He reached for me but I side stepped him and ran for his bedroom . My heart thundered in my chest, outpacing my thoughts as I threw myself onto his bed, the familiar scent of cedar and warmth enveloping me like a frail shield.

Sitting up, I took my clothes off and felt the soft fabric of the sheets—a stark contrast to the tempest in my heart. The world outside faded away, but inside, chaos roared like an uncontainable wave.

I pressed my hands against the coolness of the sheets, searching for some semblance of clarity in the turmoil that raged within me. My heart was a drum, each thud echoing the weight of my decision.

“Amina!” he demanded as he stepped into the room.

I was on my back now, propped up against the pillows, my legs spread far apart, my pussy laid out for him to see.

He stopped in his tracks.

And I watched with satisfaction as his pants bulged. The tension in the room thickened as Shadow's gaze fixed on the space between my thighs, his eyes glinting with a mix of surprise and desire. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks,"You...you're not..." Shadow's voice trailed off, his eyes widening as realization dawned.

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. "I am, Shadow"I am," I whispered, my voice steady despite the chaos within me. "And I need your help."

Shadow's eyes, usually so full of warmth and life, now helda mix of emotions, reflecting the turmoil within his own heart. He took a step forward, his gaze intense and searching. "Amina, what—what do you mean? Help with what?"

"I need your help," I repeated, my voice steady, belying the chaos within. "Make love to me."

Shadow's eyes widened"What?" Shadow's voice was a hoarse whisper, his eyes darting between my face and the space between my thighs. "You... you can't be serious."