I'm so happy you guys liked the first chapter. I think so far it's my favorite, although Aiden's inner monologue as an adult is funny. He can go from sweet to horny in a matter of seconds.
Anyway, as always, enjoy!
Aiden's POV
"Leah! Wait up!" I yelled, chasing after her as she ran towards the forest behind our house in Forks. Her laughter lit up the world, ricocheting off trees and singing back to me.
Though I was slightly annoyed to have to run after her, the sound of her laughter brought a huge shit-eating grin to my lips. It was hard to believe that most people hated her laugh. She would get people constantly telling her to shut the hell up, and I found it difficult that such a beautiful laugh could elicit such animosity towards it. I would hear others complain about it, and it took me a few years to understand that they could not stand the sound of it. Me? I loved it.
I couldn't help but stare at her ass as we moved through the stillness of the nature. Lately, I had begun to feel different towards my imprint. I knew it was a long time coming, and I knew that things between us would change eventually, but it still caught me off guard. Confusion swarmed me, even now, as I felt this strong urge to push her up against a tree and just devour her.
I ran up beside her, breathing in her earthy scent. Just her smell alone brought me to arousal and I prayed to God that she didn't notice and nor would she. Leah turned her head and awarded me with a smile. And that was it.
I grabbed her by the waist and yanked her into my arms. Using our momentum, I turned us as we fell backward so that I landed on my back, and she landed safely on my chest. I needed an excuse to touch her, and I figured tackling her would be the most subtle.
What I hadn't thought to calculate was that when we fell, her face would be completely level with mine, along with her lips. Her pink, wide, full, luscious lips. Lips I have spent the last week and a half mesmerized by.
We stared at each other for a half a dozen heartbeats, and I made sure to commit everything about her face to memory: her small, almond-shaped dark brown eyes, her three freckles on top of her dainty, slightly sloped nose, her high cheekbones, her smooth flawless skin. I studied the arch in her brows, the way her short hair gleamed black. She told me once how she hated to have short hair, and that when it's long it's thick and wavy. It made me sad that she would have to shift for the rest of her life to be with me. And that meant short hair forever.
Never allowing my eyes to leave hers, I reached up and ran a hand through her soft hair and she sighed, leaning into my palm.
I knew in that moment that I loved her. Not that I hadn't before, because I sure as hell did. This was a different love. This was the type of love that brought people marriage and babies. Before, it was the love of family and friendship. Platonic type love. But not this. My heart was swelling with it, nearly overflowing. And by the look in her eyes, I knew that she felt it too.
Suddenly, she pushed off me and to her feet with a nervous laugh and I felt cold at the loss of her warmth. Pulling at my hair, I stood up as well, brushing off dirt and grass.
"Sorry," I mumbled, at a loss. "I didn't account for the lack of gravity."
She smirked, and just like that, the nervousness and awkwardness fell away. Leah grabbed my hand and we slowly meandered our way into the forest. I intertwined our fingers, throwing her my award-winning smile.
She blushed, and pushed a short strand of hair behind her ear. Though she did have short hair, it was still long for a wolf. She always kept it on the verge of being too long, so that she could at least try to feel like a girl. I thought she looked amazing either way. Especially with the way her shorts showed off her tan, smooth legs and her tank top allowed her shoulders to be visible for my hungry gaze.
I rubbed my thumb on hers as we padded towards a log by a stream. As we sat down, I pulled her into the left side of my body, feeling her warmth heat me so much so that the right side of my body grew cold. Her head lolled onto my shoulder and we were quiet for a while, taking in the scenery and the sound of the small creek running with melted snow from the mountains.
"This feel nice," she breathed, breaking the stillness of the forest. We had been in silence for so long that even though she wasn't loud, it seemed deafening, her words echoing back at us.
"Yeah," I agreed, tightening my hold on her body.
I looked down at her, knowing that she was the most perfect person in my entire life. My world, my heart. My soul. Without her, I would be a person without substance, just a shell of a man and I knew it. I needed to tell her soon or I would explode. My heart started to beat faster when she looked up at me, blinking in surprise and I watched as her long lashes brushed her cheeks like the crescent moon brushes the sky as it moves across the starry night. Just looking at her, I felt everything become whole. And I wanted to tell her all of this, with my poetic side that I'd never shown anyone else but her. Not even Ravyn or Mac.
I ran a finger over the apple of her cheek, taking pleasure in the way her breath got caught up in her throat as she breathed. "Leah," I whispered, fascinated by the minute movements of her facial features. "Your eyes are as dark as the night, and yet they glow," I breathed, letting my words take me away as I got lost in her magic. "Your skin is as tan as brimstone, but as soft as the new dewy petals on a flower that just opened up to the sun. Your hair flows down, moving like water towards the shore, and yet it's the color of a raven's wing, shinny, and gleaming like the reflection of the sun on a window.
"When you look at me, my heart flutters. And when you touch me, I feel as if I might explode. My stomach clenches and releases butterflies, and I as I feel your breath upon my face, I feel at home. Because when I'm with you, the world falls away. With you, the only thing that matters is the ways you make my heart swell and pound a hard, quick rhythm out against my ribs."
Her breath came out in a whoosh. I smiled at her and leaned in, my lips making feather light touches to her eyelashes. "Your lashes are long, and they curl to your cheek." I moved up to kiss her eyebrows. "Your eyebrows arch over the most beautiful eyes that I have ever beheld." I kissed her forehead, lingering there, whispering the words against her soft skin. "This holds something dear to me, something that challenges me and allows this beautiful girl to breathe and live and dance." I kissed both her cheeks, lowering to her jaw line. "Your jaw fascinates me, the way it moves as you talk, but this," I said, moving to the corner of her lips, "enthralls me the most. The way they lift in a warm smile makes me want to kiss it, right here." And I proceeded in doing so.
By this point, she was putty in my hands, leaning towards me, her eyes glazed over. "Aiden…"
"Yes?" I asked, smirking.
"Hurry up… and kiss me already," she demanded, placing her hands on my cheeks and pulling me towards her. "Please."
And so I did. Tentatively, my lips touched hers for the very first time. With a soft sigh, I pulled her deeper into my arms and whispered what my heart knew so well, much longer then my brain had. "I love you."
My lips molded to hers as if they knew exactly what to do. Though I had never kissed anyone before, I felt experienced and any nervousness faded away. With Leah, everything was second nature. Just like pulling away and resting my forehead on hers, letting our breath mingle against our faces.
"God Aiden, I love you so much," she murmured, her eyes stealing mine and making me drown in the brown depths. "I've waited so long for you. So long."
I leaned in and kissed her again, taking her next breath of air into my lungs. This was it, I thought, this was my life, Right here in my arms, this is what and who I am. She is my substance.
It felt as if everything came together then, pieces of myself I hadn't realized were apart. Our imprint bond grew tighter, the string holding us together tauter. We were destined for each other, made for each other. My love is what saves her, and her love is what keeps me sane.
My hand slid down to her throat. With gentle licks at her lower lip, she opened up to me, and for the first time, our tongues met. Her jaw flexed beneath my hand as our tongues danced together, and I kept my hand there, fascinated. She moaned low in her throat and I dragged her into my lap, where I was certain she could feel my painful hard-on. Something I'd been sporting around her for the past week and a half.
"Leah," I groaned against her lips as she ground herself against me.
Her head fell back, and the most breathtaking look fell across her face as she yelled my name. I furiously attacked her neck as she shuddered above, totally confused, but at the same time incredibly aroused. And the breathy mews she was making only made it worse.
Once she stopped shaking, her hips halted against me. Her head fell to my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her safely in my warm grasp. Her gasps for air and her heart slowed to a much more normal rhythm. "Addie…"
"Leah, what the hell was that?" I asked, moving her head so it laid on my bicep and her eyes looked up at me.
A beautiful blush crept up to her cheeks. "It's been a while," she muttered sheepishly. "Like twenty something years. Right handed isn't the same."
I stared at her blankly for a millisecond before I broke out into a huge ass grin. "Your telling me that you came just from rub-"
She kissed me, effectively stopping all conversation between us for a good, solid twenty minutes, this time without anything happening besides some tongue action. Finally, once I knew my lips were good and chapped, I pulled away gently, tucking her into the crook of my neck.
"Wanna talk about Sam?" I asked like an idiot, running our perfect moment.
She huffed out a sigh. "There isn't anything that I haven't told you already. He broke me in half. End of story."
Leah hated to talk, which never went in my favor because I was the type of person who loved words, who loved talking. "Well, how about we start off with telling me I'm a much better kisser than him," I told her.
Her laugh told me that she wasn't upset I had brought him up, and I was forever thankful. "Like you had to ask? I've never… that is, I haven't…" She cleared her throat, her cheeks pinking. And I realized that I found a subject that could make her squirm. "He never made me… you know." Her eyes rolled to the ground in embarrassment.
Gently nudging her shoulder with mine, I said, "No, I don't. I'm only fifteen to your forty-one."
Her eyes shot up to my face. "You aren't gonna make me say it," she said, her voice incredulous. "You know what I'm talking about."
I shrugged helplessly. "Leah, I am so confused right now," I lied.
Apparently she bought it for she blurted out," He never made me come like that, that hard, ever. And you did with all of our clothes on and me dry-humping you." Her face was beet red, as well as the tips of her ears.
I laughed so hard that I nearly fell off the log, and it didn't help that she tried to push me off.
"I can't believe you made me say it!" she screeched, pissed off.
I just smiled up at her, grabbed her wrists in my hands, and yanked her back into my lap where she tried to hit my chest with her fists. "God, I love you, baby."
Leah stilled in my arms, going pliant as I breathed out the words we knew so well. With a ragged sigh, she leaned up and mashed her lips to mine. "I love you, too, so much. So much, Addie."
Just like that, she wasn't mad at me, well not until we came home to a laughing Ravyn. It pissed her off so bad, and made her extremely mortified, that she punched him in the nose for laughing at her, right before I gave him a black eye for listening in to us, and then, of course, she stomped off with not a word to me. But I made it up to her when she went to bed and found that I had written out the poem I had said to her in the forest, before telling her how much I loved her.
"Oh Aiden," she breathed, her eyes filling with tears.
"Still mad?" I inquired, cupping her cheek in my palm and rubbing away salty moisture with the pas of my thumb.
She shook her head, and lightly kissed my lips. "Never. I can never truly be mad at you."
"I love you, Leah."
"And I love you, Aiden."
That was the first night where I fell to sleep with her wrapped up tightly in my arms. The first night of many others. Our love, though probably unconventional, was something I wouldn't trade for all the world. Especially since she was my world.
"Forever and always, Leah," I whispered into her hair as she fell asleep.
Nothing could ever change the way I feel about her.
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