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Chapter 24

Pup

Chris' Point of View

Within three weeks, we saw the seasonal change from autumn to winter and in no way, shape or form, did we encounter the boulder leech again. Jacob had, justifiably, doubled up on patrols, sharing with me his memories of some flame-haired leech that was after his imprint, Bella. He mentioned something about a newborn army and the right side of his body being shattered as a result but I had my Pup in my arms at the time so I was only paying half attention.

However much attention I was paying, he seemed cautious and wary about this leech and was pulling out all the stops at protecting the Reservation. I usually patrolled with him or Paul, occasionally Embry but I didn't really know any of the other guys; it was something both Jacob and Pup wanted to change. Apparently, I was even more a part of the family now that I was a wolf; I was in on the entire secret and had acquired eight brothers in the process along with masses of sisters.

Becoming a wolf had been…interesting. Who would have thought my life would be fucked over by a cherry? It seemed a little farfetched but that was me; I had rotten luck like that. As soon as I realised what I was, I'd never felt such disgust and revulsion course through me in my life. I had become a monster, a beast designed for killing, even if my targeted were already dead. I thought that it was fate's final fucked up idea of a joke, that he had made me this because of all the shit I've done in my life, as some sort of punishment or Karma coming back to bite me in the ass.

I had become even more dangerous than I already was and I wasn't about to risk the people who shoved themselves into my life. I shut myself away, believing that it was so much better for them but it was Paul who beat some sense into me. I'd never been more grateful to anyone as I had to him in that moment. He made me realise that the pack I belonged to truly was a family, which had only been cemented in my mind as I watched they interact throughout the last three weeks. Even though I didn't think myself as part of them yet, my Pup thought that it was only a matter of time before I did.

My Pup…He didn't deserve what I had done to him. I had made him suffer so much that I felt sick to my stomach and I knew that nothing I could do would make it up to him, despite the fact that my Pup seemed to be the more forgiving person on the planet and had said that there was nothing whatsoever to forgive. What a load of bullshit. I had reduced him to a whining, panting mess at my back door, almost rabid in his desperation for me and my touch. Nothing to forgive? No, too much to forgive. I don't deserve his forgiveness.

I had demanded Paul show me what had happened whilst I was being a coward and what I found sent guilt and disgust coursing through me. Paul had been there with Pup when he slowly lost the sense of his mind and the health of his body. He watched as he refused to eat, to drink, even sleep without me because somehow he knew that I wasn't either. Paul, bless him, did his best to help but Pup would have none of it. He just wasn't interested whilst I was holed up in my house. He wanted to be with me instead.

Now I couldn't stand to be away from him. It was like I needed him to breathe. It was weird to feel that way, to depend on someone so exclusively. I had tried to avoid doing such a thing my entire life, having been under the preconception that everyone I cared about or got close to just left and I would be left crushed. Something about my Pup told me differently, and it was soon explained to me.

Imprinting.

I had to say that it seemed too good to be true and slightly too romantic and sweet for my tastes. To have someone as your preconceived soul-mate, someone who was made for you was a little unbelievable but I was beginning to believe. Pup was everything that I wasn't; it was like he was the puzzle piece to my personality. We fit but we were so different. It's funny; the term 'Opposites attract' came to mind, as clichéd as it sounded.

Pup was sunny, happy-go-lucky and the most trusting guys I'd ever met. Me, I was broody, glum and hesitant with whom I gave my trust to. It was refreshing to see him every day after being so deep within my own dark mind. He made me smile more than I ever have and he was completely hung up on me. I'd turn to look at him and he would be staring at me with the most dazed expression, like he was lost in memories…or fantasies.

Fuck, I've seen those fantasies. My Pup's mind was never closed to me when we were phased together. I didn't know whether that was because he was my imprint or whether he was just open-minded and lacked the control to close himself off. I knew that the guys found it hard to glimpse any of my thoughts unless I was speaking with them. My memories were my own; I had made sure of that after my mental slip that first phase.

But Pup's fantasies, they made me ache for him and after that first time, he made me absolutely delirious for him. I'd never been one to give into my desire and need but with him, it was impossible. He spent more nights with me at my house than he did at home and fuck if he didn't make it hard for me to resist. He makes himself right at home and unfortunately, or fortunately however way you look at it, meant a boxer-brief clad Pup walking around my house every morning and night. Fucking torture or it probably would have been if he hadn't been just as eager for me to take him constantly over any surface we could reach.

We'd been cautious though. We've had to be; I wasn't ready to be a father…

That concept right there was what scared me the most about this wolf shit. The fact that Pup could become pregnant by me had me scared shitless. He was freaked out at first, worried about the details like how it worked and what happened at the birth and such like. He was scared of what it meant for him and how his body would change. He seemed to have calmed down about it now though, maybe even slightly accepting of it. I knew he had read what little documents there was on shifter pregnancy which were written my Ephraim's parents. I think whatever he found had reassured him.

I wouldn't know; I hadn't read them and didn't want to.

Seth wouldn't become pregnant. I would make sure of it.

I didn't want him going through it, not matter what happened during the whole process. I could risk him like that. His pregnancy would be even scarier than my mother's; at least thousands, millions of women had given birth before her. Experienced midwives were by her side, despite her death, giving her better chances. Seth, he wouldn't have that expertise. He wouldn't have the reassurance of the many who gave birth before him. Just one. We know of just one, Pharoh Black.

The fact that I couldn't be sure my Pup would survive put me off the whole idea, had made it taboo in my mind. I was not going to happen.

You know he would be fine, Chris. You shouldn't worry so much. Paul advised, hearing my thoughts. He seemed to be the only one who could; I guess we had similar minds.

Shut up, Paul. Neither of us knows that and I can't risk him. I won't. I replied, adamantly. He just didn't understand.

No, I guess I don't but from what I've heard from Seth's mind, he kinda likes the idea. Paul informed me. I sighed heavy.

Of course he does. I agreed, dryly.

Would you deny him? If he wanted it? Paul asked, sceptically.

I would certainly hold out for as long as I could. I replied, not entirely sure whether I could deny him or not if he straight out asked me to get him pregnant. Paul snorted.

You won't hold out for long then. One look at his pout and you're a goner. He laughed, teasingly but I wasn't in the mood for it. I growled at him. He sighed. Seth won't be like your mom, Chris. That was an accident and rare these days.

You say that like Seth's labour would be anything like my mother's was. It wouldn't be.

Maybe, maybe not. We don't know that.

That's my point. I growled, frustrated. Paul sighed. We know nothing about any of this. I won't go into it blindly.

Fine, okay, but think about it. Seth seems quite excited so I wouldn't put it past him in a few years from now for him to want a kid. Paul told me. I screwed my eyes shut and growled, knowing that he was potentially right.

Yeah well, I'm praying that he never does. I replied. Can we just focus on patrol now? I want to go home and sleep.

Sure. He sighed, increasing his pace as he patrolled the east and south borders of La Push. I took the north. We'd been patrolling for the last four hours. I'd left Pup in my bed, snuggled up to my pillow and my side of the bed where my warmth still lingered, at eleven. It was now three in the morning and I just wanted to go back home and sleep with my mate. You and me both, Brother, you and me both.

Can you stay out my head for one minute? I snapped, not used to having my thoughts displayed for anyone. He chuckled.

Why? It annoys you. He grinned at me through our minds and I rolled my eyes.

It's the little brother who is supposed to be annoying, not the big one. I told him, matter-of-factly.

Normally, yeah, but what about us is ever normal? He quipped, laughing. I sighed.

Not a lot these days. I agreed.

So hey, what have you decided to do about your tattoo? He asked suddenly, changing the topic. Thank God for small miracles.

Being part of the pack, the pack tattoo obviously came with it. Problem with that was the fact that traditionally, it should go on the wolf's right upper arm. I couldn't do that because I already had a tattoo, and a large one. Jacob didn't know how to get around it and some of the elders were adamant that it will be done there as it is a tradition. No one could figure out how it could be done. Embry had suggested getting it incorporated into my existing tattoo but I would have to figure it out.

I dunno. I hadn't thought about it much. I admitted, and I hadn't. Too busy with my Pup.

Have you considered laser treatment? He suggested, thoughtfully.

Are you fucking kidding me? Why would I laser my tattoo off? I shouted, outraged. He rolled his eyes.

Not the whole thing, dipshit. Just a circle on your arm so that the tattoo could be there like the elders want. I mean, sure, it might hurt during the procedure and shit. To be honest, I don't know how it works but you're a wolf, you heal fast and we don't get scars. The skin will heal smoothly, allowing it to be tattooed again. Paul explained. I hesitated, thinking over what he'd said. He had a point. It could work. There was only one problem.

Who would do it though? The pack is a secret. I can't exactly waltz into a tattoo parlour and have the treatment whilst I heal extraordinarily fast in front of the tattooist.

Easy, let me do it .He replied, simply. I frowned mentally.

Right…Do be serious. You're not a tattooist nor are you qualified for laser treatment.

Just because I don't do it for a living, doesn't mean I can't draw a decent tattoo. My dad used to be one and he had a laser machine. I still have them. Sue could be there, I'm sure she knows. He informed me. Still, I hesitated. This was my tattoo he was talking about. What if he fucked it up? Please, your lack of faith in me stings.

Get over it, you pansy. I'll only go through with this if Sue's there. I may trust you with my life but my tattoo, not so much.

That makes no sense but sure, of course she'll be there. He assured me, triumphant with successfully convincing me he was the man for the job. I still had my doubts.

It was then that my nose began to burn with the stench of a familiar scent. A growl ripped through me as I threw myself into a north east direction, alerting Paul through the pack mind. He echoed my growl, charging up from the south west as he howled into the dark, silent night. It was only a few seconds later that Jacob's mind phased in, followed by several others enquiring what the problem was. I was so focused on the leech that I couldn't even explain.

Leech; Chris caught the scent. He's en-route but I'm coming from the other side of the Res. How is closest? Paul asked, scanning through the minds.

I didn't hear any reply as I ploughed through the dense forest, leaping over roots and felled trees as my mind focused intently on the leech. I'd never felt such an urge to kill in my life. It sickened me for a second but I remembered that this was the leech who had attacked Leah, who had threatened us and in turn, my Pup. Ire surged through me as I pushed my feet faster. Red tinged my vision as I thought of the fucker getting anywhere near my Pup. Mine; I'd be dead before they set foot even a 100 feet near him.

I was vaguely aware of voices calling out to me and Jacob's spouting out orders to the others. A light grey wolf leaped to my right flank, making me growl at the sharp, sudden movement until I realised it was Leah. She'd caught up. Briefly, I focused on the others. Jacob was only half a mile behind the two of us.

I'm right here with you, Chris. Let's take him down. Leah snarled, increasing her pace, which I matched easily. We launched through a thick gathering of bushes and shrubs.

The fucking weird thing was we kept glimpsing flashes of white and then with a flash, it would disappear. Leah was just as confused as I was so I knew that this was something out of the ordinary. A large branch was shoved into my side, one that had been tens of feet away, and it sent me sprawling across the forest ground. I picked myself up instantly, picking up my previous pace to keep up with Leah. A flash of white on my left distracted me as a boulder was launched at me from my right. I dodged it barely.

The scent trail was erratic. It didn't follow a single line, more like dotting about. Leah had seen nothing like and the unease coming from Jacob was enough to send my mind into a wary haze. The leech changed course, well I think it did. He was disappearing so fast that we could hardly keep up. The direction it was going, though…I wasn't at all comfortable with and I felt a feral growl rip from my throat.

Shit, it's heading towards your house, Chris! Collin shouted, changing his course accordingly as well. He was closer now but it didn't take long for me to surpass him.

I only vaguely heard him. Only one thought was repeating itself through my mind. My Pup. A vicious snarl vibrated through me and I left Leah in my wake as I forced my legs faster. I heard a couple of gasps behind me, presumably Jacob and Leah as he had caught up just as I sped off. Smug pride was coming from Paul and Embry but I couldn't concentrate on them. I needed to get to my Pup.

Holy shit! Leech Fucker has a friend. South border! Brady warned us and Jacob growled in frustration.

The three of you closest – Embry, Sam and Brady, go! He ordered, continuing his pursuit after me.

Two more flashes of white, either side of me divided my attention and I growled in fear and panic. I reached my back yard just as the boulder leech was about to jump towards my second storey bedroom window, moving so fast that I almost didn't see him leap towards the bedroom. The bedroom window my Pup was behind. I snarled and leaped into the air just as the leech sprang. I wrapped my jaws around his midsection, sideswiping him out of the air until we rolled, snarling and clawing at each other across the grass. He ended up pinning me to the ground but I got my back paws beneath him, launching him into a tree.

I shot to my feet just as a granite fist punched my flank, making me stagger and whimper until I could collect my bearings and turn on the second leech. I briefly heard Embry's mental cry of pride and triumph as he tore the south boarder leech's head from his shoulders. Boulder leech, as if sensing his 'comrade's demise, gave a roar of rage, spittle venom spraying everywhere as he launched himself back up into the trees like the coward he was, somehow raining thick branches and boulders at us through the treeline, as if there were hundreds of leeches hidden in the shadows to throw them, though we sensed no others.

It was at that point where Jacob and Leah stormed into the yard, catching the last leech unawares and it wasn't fast enough to dodge Jacob's gaping jaws as they snapped and locked around his head, yanking forcefully until the metallic screech filled the darkness.

I phased instantly, my eyes fixed on my bedroom window. I didn't even use the back door; I launched myself into the nearby tree and threw myself through the open window. The relief I felt when I saw my Pup, fast asleep still despite the ruckus outside, curled up in my bed with my pillow pressed against his face. An embarrassing purr ignited within my chest as I approached him, the sound appearing to sooth him into a deeper sleep with every step that I neared.

I pulled back the covers from behind my Pup and slid underneath until my entire front was pressed tightly to his back. I moaned as my engorged, throbbing member settled itself in the crack of his ass. I sighed in relief and contentment as my arms slipped around his waist, branding him to me and giving him no means of escape. He moaned and turned his head slightly towards me, sensing that I was back. A small smile spread across his lips as he snuggled back, impossibly closer to me. His breathing evened out again as he fell back asleep and I smiled, burying my face into his neck and inhaling. Calm and peace washed over me and my eyes closed.

The morning came entirely too early and I almost groaned as the early morning sun filtered through a small crack in the bedroom curtains until I realised that Seth was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him just yet. My head turned to watch him breathe as he laid against my chest, an arm thrown over my waist whilst the other curled around my back, holding me to him. My nose buried in his tussled hair and I inhaled deeply, biting back a moan. He smelled fucking awesome, so sweet and mouth-watering.

He sighed in his sleep and nuzzled his cheek into my pectoral muscle. His nose brushed against my nipple and I shivered, closing my eyes. Would it be wrong of me to wake him up so I could fuck him in exhaustion again? My super ego assured me that it certainly was. Fuck… Shaking away my desire and need for the pup splayed all over me, I gently manoeuvred him so that he lay on his back. He moaned in protest, reaching for me as I pulled away but I stroked his cheek, shushing him. I whispered to go back to sleep and in the next second, he was out, hugging my pillow to his chest again.

I chuckled and smiled fondly down at my pup before reaching for a pair of boxer-briefs and pulling them on. Sue or a couple of the guys had been known to just walk into my house unannounced so I didn't think it would be wise that I walk around naked, no matter how much Seth wanted me to and enjoyed it. I left my Pup snoring away in bed and went to the kitchen, starting on breakfast as my stomach growled several times since waking.

I cooked a feast for him, deciding not to wake him to come down and eat as I set everything up on a large tray. He deserved breakfast in bed today. I poured two glasses of juice and put them on the tray as well before picking it up. Seth was still sleeping when I entered the bedroom again and I shook my head. He was being so lazy. He uttered my name a couple of times as I manoeuvred the breakfast tray on the floor next to the bed and moved around the bedroom to retrieve something.

"What you doing?" he mumbled in my pillow. I simply smiled and remained silent, walking over to the bed. I lay beside him, above the covers. I pulled on his shoulder so that he would lie on his back and he followed me easily. I hovered over him until his eyes opened and I smiled softly, stroking his cheek.

He returned my smile and lifted a hand up to cup the back of my neck. He pulled me down gently and I pressed my lips to his, making him moan. I smiled against him, licking the seam of his lips. His mouth opened obediently and I allowed him to explore my mouth for a few seconds before I took control. He sighed contently and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He tried to pull me closer but I made a noise of protest and pulled away from him. He pouted and whimpered with his own objects and I rolled my eyes, pecking his pout before I sat up.

"You know you shouldn't tease, right?" he huffed, glaring up at me. I smirked.

"It's not teasing if you plan to follow through." I quipped, reaching down beside the bed. His eyes widened and sparkled as I revealed the breakfast tray. A smile spread across my face as his stomach growled and he blushed deeply. I chuckled. "I guess you're hungry. Here, sit up."

He complied immediately, his eyes still on the food and I laughed. I placed the tray on his lap and he moaned, looking at the feast. A huge stack of pancakes, bacon, sausage, mushrooms and French toast. There was a couple of omelettes and about a dozen slices of toast, buttered and some jammed. I grinned in response to his, pleased I'd made him happy.

"This looks freaking amazing. Thank you so much!" he gushed, picking up a sausage and biting it in half. My eyes darkened and I watched his plump lips wrap around it and he blushed as he caught my expression. "None of that, I'm eating."

I cocked an eyebrow at him at his demand but obliged him this once. I picked up a slice of toast and bit into it as I watched him enjoy his breakfast. He'd release a moan or two here and there, heightening my desire for him but I kept myself in check. When he saw that I was only eating toast, he offered me a few pancakes but I shook my head. He looked ravenous.

"You're a wolf. You should be just as hungry as me. Unless you had something whilst you were cooking all of this." He added, gesturing to the tray. I shook my head.

"I'd much rather watch you." I replied. He rolled his eyes.

"Eat some pancakes. It'll make me feel better." He commanded yet again. I gave him a look and he blushed, adding, "Please?"

"Fine, but only one. This is your breakfast." I agreed, ripping a piece from the pancake and eating it. He smiled happily and went back to eating, taking sips of his juice between every few bites.

We sat in silence as he finished and then he leaned back against the pillows, patting his stomach with a satisfied grin on his face. I chuckled at him and took the tray, setting it down on the bedside table. Then I manoeuvred so that I was sat next to him against the headboard. He shuffled closer, nuzzling into my warmth. I hugged him for a few minutes before I silently reached back over to the bedside, picking up a couple of boxes.

Pup's eyes widened again and he blushed as he saw what I was holding. I grinned and placed them on his lap before cupping his cheek to turn his face to meet mine. I kissed his lazily, letting my tongue caress the side of his mouth and he moaned. I nibbled his lip and I felt his cock twitch against my forearm as I gripped his hip tightly with my hand. I sighed heavily and swallowed, resting my head against his after I pulled away. He was breathless, trembling slightly.

"Happy Birthday, Pup." I breathed, stroking his cheek with my thumb. His eyes closed and he beamed, showing his glistening teeth. He chuckled softly and leaned in to kiss me again.

"Thank you." He sighed, opening his eyes to look at me. "You didn't have to get me anything though. I have everything I want."

"Maybe, maybe not. I wanted to so no belly aching. Just open them." I ordered, picking up one of the boxes and gently pushing it to his chest. He sighed but nodded begrudgingly, which contrasted with the wide grin of excitement on his face.

I watched and chuckled softly as he tore through the paper and threw the lid of the box halfway across the room in his enthusiasm. He blushed as I laughed loudly. He gasped as he pulled a brand new black leather jacket from the box. It was real leather and cost a bomb but it was worth it. Paul and I had fun trying to find out that would fit across his shoulders but Paul had a similar shoulder width to Seth, maybe slightly broader so he was a great help.

"I know that you were disappointed when you tried mine on and it didn't fit so I figured you'd like one of your own." I explained as he pulled it out the box. "I had to get another one as well, what with everything that's happened."

"Oh my God, I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he shouted, launching himself across the bed to throw his arms around my shoulders. I laughed and pulled him close, pecking his lips as we pulled back. He scrambled off the bed, swiftly pushing his arms through the sleeves before zipping it up.

Seeing Seth in leather made my cock twitch but I tried to focus on how well it fit, rather than how he sexy he looked. He grinned at me.

"Perfect fit. How did you know?" he asked, amazed. I shrugged.

"Paul. He's has similar shoulders as you. We figured if it was a little tighter on him but still fit then it would fit you perfectly." I explained. He nodded.

"It's great. Thank you."

I laughed. "Yeah, you've said that already. Come on over here and open these two." I encouraged, poking the other two boxes still sat on the bed. He beamed and rushed over like a little kid.

"What are they?"

"Open them." I laughed.

He tore into them in the same manner as he had the first one. I loved seeing the excitement on his face and I loved that I had caused it. This present was just a couple of small things that I saw him looking at in a music store the other week and when he saw what they were, he grinned. There were a couple of CDs, Metallica and Nirvana. He seemed to gush over them, thanking me obscenely but I shrugged him off.

"How did you know I wanted these?" he asked in amazement.

I snorted. "I pay attention, Seth, even more so to you. I know when you want something. You were eyeing them both the other week." I explained, smiling. He blushed and thanked me again. I just shook my head.

The box he reached for next had me holding my breath in anticipation. I bit my lips, rubbing my sweaty palms together as I tried to get a hold of my hammering heart. Seth glanced at me as if I had two heads, glancing down at my hands briefly before a look of doubt flashed across his face. I caught his eye and grinned, silently assuring him that what was in the box was something good and special.

It was the main present I'd wanted to get him, though it was the last one I had picked out. Call me romantic and I'd have to rip you a new one but I knew that Seth would think about it like that once I explained them to him. To be perfectly honest, I may have had an ulterior motive in buying them but I don't think he would care about that.

I watched him critically as he lifted the lid from the small box, flicking away the tissue paper. His eyes widened and I swallowed hard, hoping that that reaction was positive. My doubts heightened as tears flooded his eyes and one escaped, rolling down his cheek. Before I could wipe it away, he beat me to it swiftly, reaching into the box for what lie inside. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he bit his lip and stroked the weaving. The look of awe slowly creeping across his face made me relax slightly. You didn't look like that if you hated a present did you? I didn't think so.

"Chris...this..." he trailed off, biting his lip like he didn't know what to say. Panic coursed through me when his tears quickened.

"Shit, Seth, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. You hate them. I should have known, or something. I'm sorry. We can take them back if you want and get something else. I wouldn't mind. Just please stop crying, I'm so sorry." I blurted out, reaching towards him and pulling his head to my chest. He sniffled, clenching his fist around the woven leather still in his hand. "Please Seth, I'm so-"

"Shut up." he laughed, cutting me off as he pulled back and threw his arms around, knocking me back on the bed. I let out an 'oomph' as he landed on me and was thoroughly confused by the beaming grin he had on his face, as well as the faster tears falling down from his eyes. Then my surprise and shock went off the charts as he plastered my face with kisses, even going as far as to lick me. My arms instinctively wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to me as he crashed his lips to mine.

My whole body relaxed at his kiss. It was like I could feel everything he wanted me to through that kiss and I made sure that he felt my level of devotion and, although I hadn't admitted it to him yet, my love. He gasped and pulled away from me with wide eyes, searching mine. I made a conscious effort not to put my guard up, as I had done on so many other occasions when someone tried to scrutinise me through my eyes. His eyes smouldered and he pressed his lips to mine softer, tenderer. I stroked up and down his back before he pulled back.

"I love you too." he sighed, affectionately. I blushed as he called me out on my feelings towards the kiss. I knew that I couldn't say it back to him yet but a part of me was glad that he could know somehow, that he felt it like I'd wanted him to. "They're beautiful. Who is the other for?"
"Like you have to ask...I figured we could wear them and be reminded of each other when we see them..." I murmured, trailing off embarrassed. He giggled and kissed me again.

"Chris...of course I'll wear it! That's so sweet. You do know what these bracelets mean, right?" he asked, searching my face. I frowned and shrugged.

"I don't know...I saw them, liked them and bought them. They, uh, remind me of our wolves, you know? I'm black and white and you're tanned. I thought it was a good representation of us both." I explained, blushing madly. He grinned.

"You're such a softy...but they do mean something. When the elders see us wearing them, they'll be grinning and so will the guys. My sister will probably try and act angry but she won't be and Mom, well, she'll probably cry or something." he informed me. I frowned confused.

"Why so?"

"Chris, in our tribe, in the Pack, these are promise bracelets. Imprinted couples give them to each other after the imprint is consummated. It...It means they're sort of engaged." he said, hesitantly. My eyes widened and I locked my gaze with his. I hadn't known that... His face fell slightly at my expression, whatever it was like and he swallowed, dropping his gaze. "I guess you didn't know that...Chris, we don't have to wear them if you're not comfortable with what they mean. I don't want to force you to do anything..."

"No, no we'll wear them. I don't mind." I replied hastily. He looked up with wide eyes and smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah...it couldn't hurt, right? I marked you so I guess this is it for us, me and you. You can't be with anyone else, not that I'd give you a choice or chance. You're mine so…we can wear them, if you want to." I mused. He beamed and kissed me passionately. I chuckled against his mouth and then pulled away, reaching for the bracelets in his hand. "Here, let me put it on."

He beamed and shifted excitedly, offering me his left wrist. I smiled at his giddiness and wrapped the bracelet around his wrist, pride growing inside of me after I hooked it closed and saw it there, sitting against his skin. He was peering down at it as well and seemed equally as proud. We both looked up at the same time and met each other halfway for a kiss. He pulled back and reached for my left wrist, fastening the bracelet in place before tugging it to hover next to his.

He giggled. "We match..." he sighed, happily. I grinned at him.

"That we do." I agreed, chuckling.

"I love you." he whispered, gazing at me. I smiled.

"I know," was still all I could bring myself to say whenever he told me he loved me. He smiled and kissed me.

"What about when we phase? I don't want to have to take it off all the time, not ever." he worried, frowning at his wrist.

"It's a flexible, slightly stretchy leather so it can withstand the explosion of the phase. Trust me; I actually bought three and used one as a test dummy to see if it would break. It didn't and the spare is in my underwear drawer." I told him, laughing. He joined in, placated by my words.

"They really are amazing. The best present ever." he gushed, tracing the weave of his tan leather strand. I smiled teasingly.

"What, better than the jacket and CDs?" I asked, jokingly. He rolled his eyes.

"Yes, obviously. Don't get me wrong; I love them but this...this is perfect." he sighed.

"I'm glad you approve." I chuckled. "What did you want to do today? It is your birthday after all."

He smiled. "Would it be wrong of me to say that I want to lock all the doors and windows, tape a sign to the front door saying 'No visitors today' and then just lay in bed with you all day?" he asked, innocently, making me bellow with laughter. He giggled and blushed.

"I don't think your mom or Leah will be happy about that. I'm sure they'd want to see you but if I had my way, yeah, we could totally do that," I growled nearer the end, pouncing on him until his back was against the mattress and my teeth were nibbling at his neck. Her moaned and tilted his head, giving me greater access and the submissive move made me growl again.

My lips crashed to his and he grunted in surprise before opening his mouth for me. I explored it, swirling his tongue with mine before kissing him breathless again. He panted into my mouth, both of us needing to pull away but enjoying the kiss too much to be able to. Eventually, my lungs began to burn and I snapped my head away, gasping for air as I buried my face into his neck. His heart hammered in his chest; I could feel it against mine as I held him close.

We laid there for God knows how long. I couldn't get enough of his scent and he seemed as content as I was. I watched him silently as he toyed with his bracelet, a small smile on his lips all the while.

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