Twin Moon - Chapter 220 - Eighteen Months Ago
Whiskey.
I have nothing to give him. Nothing but pain and death. I gazed into his deep ocean filled eyes. He looked back at me with all he had. He looked at me like he was ready to jump on a pyre and burn himself alive, just to make me smile. His thick long lashes blinked and fluttered over his perfect caramel skin. The small mole on the corner of his chin, his wide set mouth with deliciously plumped lips. The way his muscles tensed and twitched when they rubbed against mine. The scent of his arousal wrapped around me, lulling me into a sexual haze of need and desire. The spot between my legs throbbed and I forgot how to breathe. The sound of an explosion from the other side of the building snapped me out of the hypnosis he had me under.
“Let’s move” I choked out after a beat and pushed him away from me. The corner of his lip twitched up from a suppressed growl. And he curled his hands into fists. His face was pinched and tight, but he offered a forced smile and nodded his head.
“After you, Tesoro” Saxton said and held his arm forward for me to lead the way. I stepped over the bodies littering the ground and made my way to the large wooden door. I planted my feet, took a deep breath and held out my hands. Summoning the power, and letting it roll through me, it made me lightheaded. But the feeling of absolute power was addictive and thrilling. I loved using it. The door flew open, and half fell off its hinges. It hung on by one screw at the top of the heavy door and swung back and forth from the force of the blow.
I pulled my blades from their holders and walked through the door, with very little care as to what could be on the other side. The courtyard was filled with smoke and rubble. Small fires were still burning around the space, in amongst the debris and dead bodies. The homemade bombs we made fulfilled their purpose perfectly. I counted eight bodies in the first quick sweep. I moved further into the courtyard, scanning the area for any other signs of life. The shout was the first thing I heard, followed closely by the explosion. Then I was knocked to the ground. As I fell, my head hit hard against some scattered rubble. Everything went black after that.
As I laid on the ground, trying to regather my mind, I could hear shouting and more gunfire. I tried to lift my head, but each time I moved, my body screamed back in pain. Pain was something I am used to. I was able to shift myself so that I was sitting up, leaning against a large piece of concrete. I grabbed at the spot on my head that hit the ground. My warm blood was seeping down my face and getting into my eyes. I wiped it away and tried to peer through the blurriness and the pain. I followed the sounds of the shouting and was able to make out a few shapes. People shapes, but their attention wasn’t on me. I wiped away the fresh stream of blood and looked to where they were focussing. It was Saxton, or Saxton’s wolf. He had his jaws buried into the neck and shoulder of one of the hunters, he was shaking his head furiously as the man screamed in pain. The other men were lining up their guns and aiming at Saxton. A feeling of fear filled my entire being. In a split second I wanted to scream, cry, vomit and run, all at the same time. But that’s not who I am. It only took half a second to form the plan in my mind. The two men were standing directly in front of a wall that had been hit buy one of the bombs. The large stone bricks were crumbling and ready to fall. All they needed was a push. That is what I gave them. I waved my hand out towards the wall, letting the wind flow from my fingers. The pain was excruciating, but I had no choice. I couldn’t let Saxton die.
It wasn’t enough, the bricks weren’t moving, I was too weak. I grasped at the wound on my head, for some reason I thought that would help. I screamed through the pain and summoned the power I needed. Thin whisps of black smoke curled around my fingers, as they have done many times before. But this time they slithered further down my arm and up over my shoulder. My body felt icy cold and filled with more power than I had summoned before. The large stone bricks broke apart and showered over the hunters, burying them beneath the heavy cascade of stones. My pain was gone, the hunters were dead, and Saxton was safe. I pushed myself off the ground and turned to see Saxton’s wolf trotting over to me. He nuzzled his head into my chest and neck and sniffed at the blood that was dripping down from my head. He began to lick the blood off my chest and neck and slowly moved his way up to the area of the wound. It was a strange sensation. But I liked it, so I let him. I twisted my fingers through his long shaggy grey fur as he cleaned the blood from my face. As I played with his fur, I felt something sticky and matted into the hair. I lifted my hand and it was now covered in thick blood. Saxton’s blood. He was bleeding, pretty badly. I looked closer and saw the large open wound on his shoulder. Saxton was licking at the cut on my head, taking care of me. As I looked at the open wound on his shoulder, I felt compelled to do the same. I leant forward and licked my tongue over his wound.
I have tasted blood before. In fact, I’ve lost count of how many different peoples blood I have tasted. But this was different. This act felt so intimate. I could always taste the fear in the blood of the ones I killed. But Saxton held no fear towards me, he tasted like what I imagine is love and devotion. Though, I couldn’t be sure. I have never felt those feelings from another. Not directed at me anyways. Saxton rested his large wolf head on my shoulder as I moved my tongue over his wound. He whimpered but didn’t pull away. The more of him I tasted. The more of him I wanted. Soon his whimpers turned into something more like a low purring. The sound vibrated through me, making me shiver.
***Tesoro***
Saxton said softly. I reared my head back away from him and looked into his deep blue eyes. Eyes that looked back at me from his wolf form. How did he speak to me when he is still an animal.
“What did you say?” I snapped. He nuzzled into me again and growled lowly. Again, the sound hit me like a wave of heat and need. I clenched my thighs together and bit down on my lower lip.
***You are mine now, Tesoro***
He spoke again. But the sound didn’t come through my ears. It originated in my head. How was that possible. Does Saxton have a power. Or is this another one of mine that has manifested. Could I hear thoughts now? I pushed his huge head away and stared at him.
“Change back” I commanded of him. He growled and huffed but stepped backwards, he turned his head to the side and the crunching and snapping of his bones sounded. Then he stood before me. Naked and human. My eyes rolled over his bare muscular body hungrily. I bit down on my lip and pressed my extended claws into the palms of my hands. Each ripple of skin, every mark, and every scar, I wanted to bite into all of it. My eyes moved lower to the manhood between his legs. I had seen him naked many times before, but I never felt this much need to be naked with him. Like he knew I was staring at it, his dick twitched and slowly rose, coming to life and staring back at me.
***Tesoro***
His voice sounded in my head again. I looked up at him and he was staring at me intently, waiting for me to do or say something.
“How did you do that?” I questioned,
“Do what, love?” he answered and stepped towards me. I stepped back and held my hands out, indicating for him to stop.
“How did you speak into my head?”. He jolted to a stop and tilted his head slightly. He was confused, but of what?
“I flashed you” he answered like it was common knowledge,
“What is that? You have never had this power before now, what has changed?” I demanded. I was trying to mask my desperate desire for him with anger. It wasn’t working.
“It is not a power Tesoro. It is just a flash, it’s how we talk to each other”
“No one has ever spoken inside my brain before” I snapped,
“You have not been Mated before mi amore” he said seductively and moved closer to me again. Mated. Did he say Mated? I am human, humans and Weres don’t Mate. What is he talking about.
“Mated?” I demanded.
“You took my blood, right after I took yours” he chuckled and grabbed hold of my waist,
“That’s usually how it works, Tesoro” he cooed and went to press his lips to my neck, but I pushed against his chest so that I could look at him.
“How what works Saxton? What did you do?” I asked him angrily. This back and forth, sexual teasing and mind games, it was boiling my blood. And not in a good way.
“I didn’t do anything” he answered me gruffly. He stepped back and look down at me with furrowed brows.
“I didn’t force you to take my blood, you chose to do that on your own. You know how I feel about you. I’ve been clear with that. Why are you acting like I made you do this?”. He was upset, that was obvious. But I was lost trying to wrap my head around what he was telling me. We’re Mated now? That was how they do it, by drinking each other’s blood like vampires. First off, gross. And second thing, I’m not a real Were, how can I be Mated.
“I can’t have a Mate” I said softly. I wasn’t saying it to him exactly, just saying it out loud in general. He was shocked by it anyway.
“What are you talking about Tesoro, any Were can have a Mate” he said and gripped my hips once again. He pulled me into his body and pressed himself against me. The warmth of his skin, his scent of cherries, it was dizzying. And I wanted more. But not yet.
“I’m not a Were” I whispered.
**Present Day.**
I rolled over on the cot and pressed my nails into the palm of my hands. The sting is always grounding. I swallowed the ball of emotion in my throat and dug my nails in deeper. One tear, one lash. What a pointless memory. I was weak and driven by emotion. I pushed all of my training and everything I worked for to the side. And for what? For a filthy beast that played me like a violin, made me think I could believe in magical fairy tales. I was a fool. But never again.
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