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Chapter One: Decisions

A storm raged outside, an almost perfect representation of the tumultuous emotions running through the man standing in front of the window. He was a ragged looking man with blue eyes framed by glasses and brown, uneven hair. He stood at six foot four, his shoulders square and his posture slightly stooped. The man thought back to how he came to this moment, when his moodiness began.

It all started in his study. . . .

Luke had flipped through the newest addition to his bookstore, attempting to determine a rating and age qualification so he could place it in the appropriate shelving area. He had just decided on a T rating with a minimum age of fourteen to access the book, when a soft knock broke him out of his thoughts.

"Come in," he had called, closing the book and setting it aside.

A figure with a familiar flash of red waves entered, followed by the scent of pumpkin spice, pencil lead, and another thing I couldn't put my finger on. I knew that combination like I knew my own face, Clary. My suspicions were confirmed by the young girls face and her small "hello".

I smiled warmly at my best friends daughter. "Hello, Clary, did you need something?" I asked in slight concern, hoping that if there was a problem, it didnt have anything to do with something only her mother could help with. Jocelyn had left a few days earlier for a public art showing and wouldn't be back for four more days, so Clary was staying with me for that time.

She bit her lip, a blush staining her freckled cheeks. "Um, Luke, do you remember that I mentioned that my seventeenth birthday was tomorrow?"

I raised my eyebrow, a bit unsure where this was going. "Yes."

She took a deep breath before continuing. "You asked me what I wanted for my birthday, you remember?"

I nodded, more than a little confused.

"I finally decided what I want for my birthday. I want you to take my virginity."

I choked on my next breath, pounding my chest to force myself to breathe. "What?! Clary, what on Earth?"

She blushed and twisted her hands. "I want someone I trust and love to do it. With the way the world is these days, I don't want it forcibly taken from me. I also don't want to make the awful mistake of giving it to some boy I thought loved me. I want it to be you, because I care for you and I trust you-I know you'll take care of me."

"Clary, I'm not sure this is a good idea-" Clary effectively cut me off by straddling my lap and moving against me.

"Please, Luke? You're the one that fits all those needs, you are the only one I trust to do it." She pleaded as she ground into me. My mind was spinning at that point and I couldn't think straight. I said the only thing I could.

"Alright, Clary."

*Luke*

I was brought back to the present when the sound of the shower stopped. Clary had wanted to take one so she wouldn't overwhelm my nose with the scent of paint and charcoal she had worked with that morning. It warmed my heart that she would remember my sensitive nose and be considerate of my sense of smell.

She joined me soon after, her soft footsteps drawing closer. She wrapped her arms around me from behind and her small hands rested on my chest, caressing the skin in innocent exploration. She continued that exploration to the leaner muscles of my abdomen, but didn't go lower.

I laid my hands over hers, the war within me raged again now that the time was nearer. Her head rested against my shoulder and her mouth found my throat, startling me with the touch. She started with an innocent peck against the skin, then a few pecks were given, and then she brushed her lips over my jugular vein. I fought down a growl at the feelings it stirred in me.

I turned and gently led Clary back to my bed, I didn't want to think of my actions too much lest I lose my nerve. Wolves mate during sex, so this deed may never be undone-even if her virginity wasn't involved in the situation, it couldn't be taken back.

I carefully pushed her so she lay back on my bed, hovering over her to kiss and nibble at her neck. If I was going to do this, I would do it right-seduction and seeing to her pleasure first.

I slowly kissed a path down her body, pausing to pay equal attention to each breast, before continuing to my goal. Her sighs and moans were music to my ears, I still had the touch even after all this time in celibacy.

I noticed how Clary started to tense a little when my face hovered above her sex. I rubbed my palms over her thighs in large circles, soothing her with the more innocent touch. When she relaxed, I dipped my head and gave her folds a long lick. She jolted and her breath hitched, I smirked placing my hands on her hips to restrain her movement and continued licking her, she tasted heavenly. She moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair and her hips trying to buck against my hold on her.

I purposefully nosed her bundle of nerves, enjoying her cries of pleasure as I continued my ministrations until she flew apart.

I retreated a little, giving her gentle licks around her clit as she recovered. When her trembling slowed and her breathing sounded closer to normal range, I climbed up her body and kissed her lips.

I could feel the wolf join, demanding I take her now. I fought him down, I won't hurt her!

I growled softly when her nails caught the skin of my back. We liked being scratched.

We lift her legs to our hips and rub against her, entering in one solid thrust. We all screamed, she for the pain and we because it felt so warm-so tight!

We hissed when she bit our shoulder, smell of salt. She wiggled a little, we answer by pulling back and slamming back in. We pound into tight, wet heat-so good.

She released our flesh, starts moaning and making sweet sounds of pleasure. She screams as wet heat tightens, gripping us inside.

We pull out, flipping her and thrust in. We bite her neck, pounding her into the bed as she gives us pleasure. Ours now. Mate.

What seems like hours later, I glance down at Clary. She was sleeping, wrapped safely in my arms with me still inside her. I gently withdrew, settling down to join her in sleep.