Chapter 34: Touch, Taste, Tease

Seth

The silence in the room was taunting me. Here she was, in my bedroom, in my bed…and it was killing me. I knew I was at my breaking point with her, and my resistance was low. I had been trying desperately to not give into my new feelings for her, thinking she was too young and it was too soon, but…I couldn't help it.

This felt right.

I sat up, running my hand through my hair. Was this a mistake? No, mistakes didn't feel this right. Mistakes, you could feel in your gut. Mistakes felt wrong while you were doing them.

Being here with her certainly didn't feel that way.

"What do you want, Regan?" I finally whispered. My voice cracked with emotion, and I felt my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I didn't want to hate myself for wanting this girl so badly; I felt exhausted from refusing my instinct to be with her. It felt like carrying weights up a stream, but instead of a little brook, I was up to my neck in rapids.

She moved up next to me, sitting down on her knees on the bed. I tried not to look at the way the shirt shifted again, exposing her black bra, or the way she sexily tucked her legs beneath her body. She wrapped her arms slowly around my neck, pulling me closer to her body, which was still slightly chilled by the cool air in the Cullens' house. I reciprocated, trying to keep my focus as our skin touched and sparked pleasantly. Regan looked up at me, her eyes sad and pleading.

My heart went out to her as she spoke; I knew this wasn't easy for her.

"I guess…I guess I just am scared to admit to myself how I feel about you…and I wish it was okay to feel like I do."

"How do you feel about me?" I blurted out.

She looked up at me, her eyes straining in my dark bedroom as the silence chilled us both. I wanted to hear her answer more than anything.

"You frustrate me," she said stubbornly, her bottom lip jutting out.

"Why?"

Her eyes shifted downwards uncomfortably. "I don't know; you just do."

I bit my lip and thought a second, contemplating my next move. How to go about this without sounding weird…

"I shouldn't. Regan, I'm here for you, and…I'm here to be whatever you need me to be."

"What does that mean, exactly?"

I bit back a laugh at her blunt question. "It means what I said. I'm whatever you want…and need."

She looked at me, her eyes straining again to see my face in the dim light. "I'm afraid of what I need from you." Her voice was just above a whisper, and I could feel it; it was laced with shame and regret already. If she was embarrassed, she didn't need to be.

"What do you need?" I asked, my voice cracking again.

She looked away, her hands clenching behind my neck as she held me. Her warm breath blew on my face, enchanting me with her even more. It was hard to concentrate with this girl in front of me, so close…so beautiful.

"I told you…I'm afraid to answer that."

"You are?"

She nodded. "I feel like…like I shouldn't feel the way I do about you…like it's wrong and…and unfair," she admitted.

My stomach twisted as she spoke, and I could feel something shift inside me as I suddenly became aware of what she meant. Could it be? Did she feel the same way about me that I did about her? Was it possible that she needed me to be something romantic towards her, instead of purely platonic? There wasn't a manual on underage imprints turning eighteen, and there should have been. I felt like I was in a complete mindfuck at the moment, and I would have used the said manual to smack myself.

"Why do you seem so…scared?" she asked.

I shook my head, thankful that we were the dark. "Are you scared? To be here? With me?"

"I don't know, Seth…not really. I think the fact that I'm not scared…scares me, you know? That doesn't even make sense…I'm…I'm rambling now and – for some reason – I know that if you're around, I don't have to be scared anymore. You're…you've just always been there for me, and I…I don't know what else to say," she admitted. "You kept your promise to always be there for me, and that's really…sexy," she choked out.

I sensed this was something she had wanted to get off her chest for awhile now, by the way she kept stopping and tripping over her words.

I looked over at her, feeling myself start to blush as the mood in the room lightened. "Mark this day on the calendar. Regan thinks I'm sexy."

She bit her lip and looked away, sliding her hands down my bare arms. Her hands lingered on my forearms, before she tucked her hands back into her lap. "I don't feel wrong about admitting that, either." Her eyes darted up to mine, and a fire flashed through them that I didn't recognize.

"You shouldn't. You should know you can tell me anything."

"I know that…it's just that…we've always been friends, and it was different. Now I want to tell you…different things. Like…" She sighed in frustration.

"Like?" I prodded.

"Nevermind." Damn, her bashfulness won out.

"Well, you think I'm sexy. That's something," I joked, trying to lighten the mood again.

"You're an Adonis, Seth. Get used to it," she quipped, dipping her head.

I swallowed, trying to get a grip on her newfound boldness.

She looked down at her lap, wringing her hands. "I…I wanted to tell you things like this for so long. But it didn't feel right because…well…" She trailed off.

"What made you change your mind?" I questioned without thinking.

She looked up at me, her eyes hopeful. Even in the darkness, I could see her wide, expressive eyes and I was almost tongue tied by her beauty in that moment. I had to focus to her hear speak.

"Honestly? Kissing you, at Leah's wedding. I mean…I'd had…feelings for you for some time, but…God, this is embarrassing…"

"No, I…completely understand," I said. I had to hand it to her… She was being bold and going out on a limb, and I couldn't leave her hanging just…out there. "I have feelings for you, too, Regs."

"You do?"

I nodded, reaching up to cup her cheek. "Of course I do. I told you…you're probably the most important person in my life. I'm not ashamed of that at all. You shouldn't be, either. We were…I just think…" The whole 'imprint' issue danced on my tongue. I knew I needed to tell her, but…how?

"What?" she prodded.

"I think that…fate brought you to me. And me to you. I think we needed each other. We were both a little lost, until we found each other. I don't know about you, but…I don't feel lost anymore."

Her breath caught in her throat for a second as my confession hit her.

"Go on," I reminded her.

"Oh…right," she said, smiling nervously.

I slowly reached over, taking her hand in mine. I could feel her pulse throbbing wildly, and as soon as I touched her, it calmed. She was made for me.

"I felt like…if I didn't at least tell you…if I didn't even put it out there…that I would lose my chance. You're a…you're amazing, Seth, and I…" she stuttered, looking down at her lap. "I didn't want to lose out before I even had a chance. I mean…I felt a little bold for doing what I did at Leah's wedding—"

I interjected there. "We both had a hand in what happened at Leah's wedding, didn't we?"

She blushed and smiled shyly. "I guess. But what I'm saying is…I just didn't want to miss my chance. At that point, I was willing for you to just…completely blow me off. At least then I would know that…like so many other things in my life, that…I wouldn't regret it. I would have at least tried. I wouldn't hate myself, because I would know at least I gave it a shot."

I watched as she spoke, completely in awe of her. Something about that girl just made me so captivated. The sheer magnitude of this moment was starting to hit me, and I think it was her, as well.

She must have read my mind, as she grasped both my cheeks in her hands and looked at me. "I'm tired of trying to stay away from you, Seth. This is wrong, but I don't care anymore. I can't care anymore, I'll go crazy," she breathed quickly.

And then she kissed me.

Her lips were the only warm thing about her at the moment; the rest of her body was still chilled from the cold air around us. Instinctively, I pulled her tighter against my body as she kissed me, my insides rejoicing at the sudden contact with my imprint. Her lips were still the softest thing I had ever felt against mine, and I honestly didn't understand how I could ever even look at another woman after this. She was perfect as her slightly moistened, velvet lips moved against mine. Her grasp on me loosened, and we slowly broke apart.

Pretty good for a third kiss.

I think I could have flown if someone had thrown me from a cliff at that point.

We pulled away, but just slightly, both of us panting from surprise and what I hoped was elation. Her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the ends of her long eyelashes dancing across the tops of her cheeks. Like a moth to a flame, my hand rose up and wound itself in her hair, my thumb stroking her cheek.

"Regan," I stated in a raspy whisper, punch drunk with love for the girl sitting on her knees beside me on my bed. I was encased in her trance, but I liked it.

"Seth?" she panted, her green eyes flashing open. Tears welled up in her bright green orbs, threatening to spill over.

"What?" I asked, fighting to keep my own eyes open as I breathed. I was in utopia at the moment, and I never wanted to leave to do anything, unless it was for her.

"I shouldn't have d-done that, should I?" she asked, her lower lip trembling.

I looked at her, finally coming back down to earth for a second.

"I shouldn't have let you but…but…I-I can't be without you, either," I stuttered, weaving my hand deeper into her curly, mussed up locks. "I don't want to be. I'm tired of being without you."

Her head relaxed in my hand, making it even easier to pull her head to mine and let our lips crash together again.

I reveled in the feeling of finally being able to feel her mouth joined with mine, and I greedily ached for more. My body took command, as my mind moved to the wayside, along with logic, clear thought, and any semblance of control.

I leaned forward against her waiting body, my arms encircling her. Deep in the back of my mind, logical thoughts were screaming at me – too young, too much, too soon! But it was too late for that. It sounded like they were being muffled with a feather pillow, as I pulled her soft body even tighter against mine as we kissed hungrily. It was like the floodgates had opened, and we were both dying of thirst for each other.

My lips crashed against hers again and again, and each time, I became more greedy. Kissing this girl was like heaven. I fought to keep myself under control and go slow, because well, damnit, this was important. I waited until she seemed willing, before I carefully slipped my tongue past her lips to taste her. Oh God.

Her tongue touched mine, and I was ninety nine percent sure I lost all coherent thought, as I was finally allowed to revel in the taste of her. I didn't expect kissing Regan like this to feel so good…and the best part was, it felt natural. Completely, utterly natural. There was none of the usual head-bumping, too-much tongue awkwardness that could come with a first French kiss. Her tongue caressed mine, and in no way was that a bad thing. Regan had the most velvety full lips I had ever had the pleasure of kissing, and I could honestly say that no one else could compare. Not that I could think of anything else.

She was un-fucking-believable.

My hands found their way to her cheeks, and I held her there, never wanting this kiss to stop. I didn't know how long this would last, and I was feeling greedy anyway, so why stop there? My hands wound into her hair, feeling her silky tendrils under my fingers as our kisses got deeper and deeper.

Regan's hands seemed to have the same idea. I jumped when her cool hands touched my arms, roaming around to my chest. She touched me, her hands sliding up my chest to wrap around my neck. And then…she pulled me closer. This girl wanted me closer. I wasn't scaring her, I wasn't making her disgusted.

No, she wanted more. The little part of me that was holding back and keeping my wild desire for my imprint in check crumbled.

I felt myself lovingly tackle her on the bed, but she welcomed it. I could feel how she reacted against me, hands grabbing at my hips to position them in between her short legs. I was too tall, and she was too short, but in my mind, never before had two people fit together so perfectly.

I dipped my head down to join our lips again, lightly sucking on her bottom lip between mine. My lips seemed to drag down the sides of her cheeks, lowering even more to kiss and suck at her neck. Her hair brushed against my cheek as I slid my tongue out of my mouth ever so slightly to taste the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder. Oh God…heaven.

She sighed softly, and my inner wolf rejoiced. She was liking this.

I felt her fingers weave into my shaggy hair, as her hands pulled her even closer to me, her appreciative little groans sounding intermittently in the darkness. I learned many things about Regan that night; one was that she was relatively silent when we were like this. However, when I did things like kiss her neck or suck her earlobe, she would groan or whimper. The noises that fell from her lips in times of lust-driven passion like that were so rare that when they did happen, it nearly drove me wild.

I tried to tell myself that I shouldn't be enjoying this with her yet, and that I should stop, and that I should do a lot of things that I currently wasn't doing. Yet, the only thought I could hold in my head for more than a fleeting second was the fact that the feeling of her body against mine was the single most glorious feeling ever. I lowered myself even closer to her, to feel the warmth of her body against my own, reveling in the softness of it all. Regan was perfect for me – curvy, soft, yet just the right amount of feminine muscle. Her body felt like utopia against mine, and I ached for more.

I felt her pulling at my shirt, and where my brain would have stopped me from removing it, the pull of my imprint's need won over tenfold, as I let her rip it from me and toss it to the end of the bed. Without my permission, my hand slid up her side, roaming to the font of the shirt of mine that was currently adorning her body. I reached for a button, snapping it open. She kissed me harder, deeper.

Yes, she definitely wanted this. She was no longer Regs, my cute, trouble-seeking, klutzy little imprint that had captured my heart and become my best friend. She still had remnants of that girl in her, but now…now, she was this vibrant, intelligent, stunning vixen of a woman. My head was spinning a little.

I would miss the girl, but I welcomed the woman.

Before I knew it, the little lacy black bra from my deepest, darkest fantasies was pressed against my naked chest, and nothing was between us but my shorts and her bra and underwear. Even though this wasn't right…I was going to make it count with everything I had. I didn't know when or if I would ever be like this again, and I was determined to know what heaven felt like for at least one night.

Jacob once described the first time he and Nessie had sex as him enjoying a good meal after starving for a week. Even though his hunger for her had nearly driven him mad at that point, he wasn't going to throw away that many years of waiting to just devour her and not enjoy one second of it.

This was one my one chance to show her that we were meant to be together. I was going to do my best to please her any way I could; over the years, I had come up with a lot of ways to please my future imprint once I finally met her, and I wasn't letting one of those ideas go to waste tonight.

She tasted even better than she had at Leah's wedding, when she had just had champagne. The bubbles on her tongue and the sweet taste had lingered that night, making her taste exquisite against my mouth. And yet, I knew at this moment that I preferred her pure, undiluted – just her. That was more than enough for me.

My palm softly gripped her shoulder as I nibbled her ear for a second, eliciting a soft groan of approval from her as she moved against me. Her pelvis began to tip towards mine, and I instantly became the rest of the way hardened against our clothing. My erection strained against the thin fabric of the basketball shorts I had on, and I resisted the urge to yank all of our clothes off and just get on with it. No, this was something I wanted to enjoy. I pulled away from her mouth, my eyes raking down her curvy body that lay beneath me on my bed. An excited shiver ran down my spine as I thought about those words. My bed. My imprint in my bed.

I glanced down at the black bra that covered her, and then further down to the pink panties she had on, which were adorned with little white dogs. How fitting.

"What?" she panted, squirming slightly. "What are you looking at?"

I laughed deeply, resting my head on her shoulder as I hovered above her, trying not to crush her under my weight.

"Your bra and panties don't match," I laughed, and she joined me in nervous giggles.

"Of course not; only super organized girls do that. I just…throw on what I can find. Shut up, it's dark."

I looked down at her black bra, and her eyes followed mine. She looked back up at me, giving me a flirtatious grin. "You like my bra?"

I nodded, trying hard not to stare. My eyes weren't obeying. "Y-yes."

"W-will you take it off me?"

Her request was so simple, yet I had never envisioned anything harder. I knew that if that bra came off, her underwear would follow, then my underwear, and then our naked bodies would be pressed against each other, and then…I was no dummy. I was an adult; I knew how sex worked. I also knew that if I thought it was impossible to be in the same room with her with her clothes on and me not be turned on as all hell…then the two of us naked in my bed would mean no turning back. I was more than ready for this, but was she?

"Regan…" I began, pressing my lips together. "I don't think…"

I trailed off, and her eyes fell. Sadness enveloped us both as we realized what we were doing.

"I want to."

"What?" I asked, my head jerking up.

Her eyes strained in the dark as she patted the side of my face with her hand.

"I want to, Seth. It's okay. I want to."

Her words hung in the air, and my clouded brain fought to make a rational decision as my iron will to resist her decided to fly out the window. I had waited for her for so long, and here she was, right below me, telling me that it was okay – it was finally okay – for me to do these thing with her. She wanted to these things with me.

"I will….I would die if we didn't."

"Die?"

"Um….maybe. Do you really want to find out if I can combust or not?"

"Certainly not, but…."

"You're thinking too much again," she quickly reminded me, clasping her hands behind my neck, pulling me towards her.

I resisted at first, still trying to debate what to do. She reached behind her in an almost double jointed way, and I heard the clasp on her bra snap open. In one yanking motion, she ripped it from her chest, tossed the bra to the foot of the bed, and looked up at me expectantly. I could have died.

"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," she said, "but I'm not ready to stop."

I gaped at her. I stared down at her chest and her perfect breasts, and I just gaped. I couldn't even move. I was just in awe.

"Seth, please…I'm dying here," she half whispered, half whined. "Please…just tonight? We'll worry about everything tomorrow. Just let me know…just once, what it's like."

"What's what like?" I whispered, finally peeling my eyes away from her chest to look in her eyes.

She gulped. "To be with you. Like that. Not just as friends…I want to be with you like…like I'm hoping you want to be with me. Do you want to be with me?"

I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have even pretended like I was considering it. But there she was…and I knew that quitting right then would be like trying to give up crack.

I sucked in a breath as she moved to lay on her side, and I, still speechless, did the same. I was still trying to keep the façade of control and not look where I desperately wanted to as she hitched her short leg around my hip and scooted up against my body. Her mouth pressed against my pecs as she laid feathery kisses along my chest, her hands hooking around my shoulders to hoist herself up towards me. My hand lay on her hip, as her warm center almost pressed up against my raging hard on. It was like she knew it was there, and she was avoiding it to make me crazy.

She ghosted light kisses across my collar bone and then up my neck, her need growing with each kiss. I could feel everything she was feeling through our imprint bond, and I relaxed a little as I remembered that. The guys had always assured me that I would be able to sense what she was feeling through our connection, and if something felt good to me, that it would feel good to her, and vice versa. If her feelings weren't deceiving me, she was in as much bliss as I was. I ran my hand down her side, feeling goose bumps form on her skin everywhere I touched. Watching and feeling her body react to mine was like nothing else I had ever experienced.

I wanted to touch her for days.

She kissed me again – firmer this time, as if to remind me that she was still there, not just the silky curves of her body. I smiled against her kisses, chuckling as she reached up and held my head to her. I liked this…bolder side of her.

My hand continued to ghost down her side, touching her soft skin but avoiding her newly exposed chest. I didn't want to do anything that wasn't allowed, and I wanted to be respectful. I hoped she would always remember this night, no matter what happened between us. I needed her to remember me as being exactly how she wanted, because I knew she had been hurt in the past. Regan was a different person now, but I was no fool. I knew how quickly all of her progress could disappear if I made a wrong move or did something to upset her. Her past spoke volumes, and it was at the front of my mind as I continued to kiss her soft mouth. If she wanted to go back to being friends after this, then so be it. It would kill me, but I would do it for her. If anything, though, she would know that for at least one night, I had loved her as much as she would let me.

I would love her as much as my stupid heart would allow. Somehow, even that didn't feel like enough sometimes. Especially now.

"Seth…" she whispered.

"Yes?" I asked between kisses.

We were still lying on our sides, and her leg pulled me even closer. I groaned and panted slightly, gripping her hip.

"You're thinking again; I can feel it."

"Thinking?"

"Yes," she breathed, ghosting kisses up my jaw line. "Thinking is bad, remember?" she asked.

"Oh…yeah…very bad," I muttered, nodding breathlessly.

She kissed me again as her mouth finally found mine, and she made it feel like we had been doing this for years. My hand slid up her side, closer to her bare chest, but still not touching it. When she arched her back and turned slightly, my palm found itself full of the most glorious breasts I thought were ever created. Her back arched even further, pressing more of her supple skin into my hand.

Her soft hand gripped my bicep as I touched her, her touch sending sparks all the way up my arm. My skin sizzled under hers, and I wondered if she could feel what she did to me.

"You feel really…good," she panted between kisses.

They soon slowed, and then stopped as she looked up at me. We were still on our sides, facing each other, her leg over my hips, our arms entangled, but she could sense that I was holding back.

"Seth," she whispered. "Why don't you…why don't you want me as much as I want you?"

"What? Is that what you think?" I almost gasped. I looked down at her, gently grabbing her head and cradling it in my too-big hands. I knew where this was going, and it was going there fast. But was it too fast? I had to know.

"Regan, I want this. But are you sure you do? I have to be sure."

"Seth," she said softly, her voice firm. "I want this. I want you."

She didn't have to say anything else to me after that. I threw her onto her back again, licking and kissing my way down to her perfect breasts. I didn't think I would ever be able to look at another woman's breasts again after seeing Regan's. Nothing would compare, so what would be the point? I opened my eyes several times as I kissed and sucked at her hardened tips; I didn't want her to see me staring – which I would have done – or get freaked out that I was practically coming unglued.

Her hands wove into my hair, scraping down my neck and shoulders as she felt me. I could only hope that I felt as good under her hand as she did mine. Her curves were glorious under my fingers as I ran them up down her body, reveling in every dip and glorious inch. My lower half began to ache as she caressed me, and I knew she had to feel how much I wanted her. Our hearts were beating practically in synch as our furious make-out-session continued. I felt like I was already near the edge as I continued to touch, taste, and tease her, making my way back to her lips.

"How could you ever…doubt how much I want you? You're perfect," I said between kisses.

She stopped, pausing as I kissed down her neck, tasting her skin. Her neck was beginning to sweat; I grinned to myself as I realized it was her body's reaction to being so close to mine. Nothing pleased me more.

"Guys don't say things like that in real life," she said softly, weaving her fingers in my hair. "That's out of movies and sappy romance novels."

"You want me to stop talking?" I asked. "I'm not lying."

"Then no," she whispered, a faint smile dancing on her lips.

I propped myself up on my elbow, holding my weight above her. She smiled up at me, her cheeks pink in the dark bedroom. My finger traced her lips – her sweet, perfect lips – down her jaw…down her neck and chest…just drinking her in. How could she not realize how perfect she was? Certainly none of it was wasted on me. My finger moved across the smooth skin of her collar bone, dipping down to her rapidly beating heart. I pressed my hand against it, smiling as my sensitive eyesight caught the tiny movements of her skin against my hand. I could feel her heart beating; it was so fast and slightly erratic. It matched my own.

"It only does that for you, you know," she admitted softly, her green, dilated eyes watching mine.

I sighed, a faint smile dancing on my mouth as I watched her. "Is that so?"

She nodded, using her hands in my hair to pull me back to her awaiting mouth. Her kisses were getting firmer; they held more intent this time. Her fingernails scraped at my scalp, and I briefly wondered how a girl could feel so damn good.

Her hands in my hair only egged me on, as I finally got to do some of the things I wanted to do with my imprint. I made my way down her body, my hands going first, and my mouth second. After several minutes of her grinding her hot center against my stone-hard erection, I could smell and feel that she was more than ready for me. I softly pressed my fingertips against her cotton underwear, rubbing her through the material. The little sighs and moans that came from her were enough to make me crazy.

I came out of my haze a little when her free hand began to tug at the hem of my worn basketball shorts. Shit, I thought. This was really happening. My fingertips could feel the soft cotton of her underwear as they danced around the hem, debating what to do. Regan whined in protest, grinding herself against me with a rough thrust of her hips off the bed. I groaned as our bodies came into contact, rejoicing at the feeling.

"Take them off," she whispered, her lips returning to mine.

"Uh….sure," I readily agreed. I winced at how stupid I sounded, but based on her labored breathing and heavy kisses she either didn't notice or care.

She kissed me deeply and repeated her motion, further sealing the decision in my mind. When I slipped her underwear off, I was hit with the scent of her arousal; it was stronger now that she was completely unclothed, and it hit me like a bus. I fought to not let the wolf side of me take control; boy, did I fight. Regan purposefully ground herself against my leg, and I could feel how much she wanted me. My finger slid down her folds, tentatively touching her as softly as I could manage. Regan's breathing increased along with her heart rate, and I took that as a good sign and proceeded.

"Mmm, Seth," she softly grunted into my shoulder as I slipped a finger into her wetness.

My thumb found the spot that all women liked, and I rubbed her as she began to grind her hips against my hand. I added a second finger. She moaned again and actually bit my shoulder. I lost my mind.

I was only able to touch her for a few more moments after that. I couldn't handle anymore teasing, and neither could she. The scent of her arousal blanketed the room, coating my senses and helping me on my way to euphoria as we kissed and groaned in unison on my bed. The feeling of finally being able to bring my other half to the pleasure she deserved was like nothing else. Not even close. Fate had led me to her, and now it was up to me to prove to her that we belonged together.

"Seth, please," she gasped between kisses, giving me a look so ridden with lust that I couldn't stand it.

Every muscle, every bone, every fiber in my body reacted to her words as I fought to concentrate. She wanted me. She needed me. She would have me; I wouldn't deny either of us what we so desperately wanted.

I pulled down my shorts just far enough to kick them the rest of the way off, before positioning myself between her legs. She kissed my neck and whimpered as my tip pressed against her entrance; she was more than ready for me. I braced myself, before I pushed slowly into her, trying to will myself to make this last.

"Oh God," I groaned, dropping my forehead to rest against hers.

She shifted her hips up to meet mine in response, helping me ease into her entrance even farther.

Regan began breathing faster as her body stretched to accommodate my size. She wasn't a virgin – not even close, I knew that – and for a split second, I was glad. I couldn't have imagined trying this with her if she had been; it would have kept her from walking for days.

"Uhgh, Seth," she groaned, her hands staking a claim on my lower back.

Even my skin there could sizzle, I discovered. She grabbed and pulled at me, until I lowered myself to rest almost completely on top of her. I wrapped one arm around her body, using the other to brace myself beside hers as I began to slowly move. There weren't words to describe how fucking amazing that girl felt. Making love to my imprint was easily ten thousand times better than any of the little stupid trysts I'd had with women in the past. I probably wouldn't even be able to remember them after this.

I lowered my face against her neck as I sank into her warmth almost completely, breathing in the familiar cherry and almond tones, mixed with the erotic scent of her arousal. She panted and bit down on her lip, as I pulled out and plunged back into her, this time enveloping my entire length in her. I moved to kiss her mouth again, as she lifted her hips to meet mine. Our bodies came together with a soft smacking sound, as we moved together in a slow, torturous union. I gasped when she hitched one leg around my hip, allowing me easier access to her.

"Fuck, Regan," I slipped, squeezing my eyes closed as she lifted her hips and nipped at my earlobe.

I continued to move within her, both of us breathing heavily in unison and making contented noises. The fact that my body was finally joined with hers at our most intimate places elicited feelings in me that I didn't even know I was capable of having, both physical and emotional.

I dipped my head down, determined to worship every part of her that I could. I wanted to make her feel good, damnit, and I would use every trick from the back of my pack's dirty little mind that I could remember. I took one of her pert tips into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and making her moan.

She arched her back, making her chest come even closer to me, begging. Her hand gripped my bicep again, and the other still gripped my neck, pulling me closer to her, as if her life depended on what my mouth was doing. I rocked against her body as I continued to please her, my hips meeting hers every few seconds with a deliberate thrust. I rolled my hips slightly, making her clench her eyes shut and gasp.

"Oh…." she panted, arching her back again.

I took that as a good sign. I closed my eyes, kissing her cheeks lightly as I tried to make this last. I wondered if anyone had ever loved her like this; had anyone made her feel this way?

I rolled my hips against hers again, my body singing with pleasure and relief to finally be able to please my imprint this way. Her pants, sighs, and tiny moans as she scraped her nails up my back were enough for me as our bodies rocked in perfect synch together. Picking up her leg, I hitched it around my hip and sunk myself in deeper. Regan cried out, her head falling back against the pillow as her body clenched against me. Her hand slid down my slightly sweaty back, pulling me tighter against her. I could feel that she was hot; her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat, just as mine was, but she didn't seem to mind. Most girls couldn't stand the heat of wolf for too long, but my imprint didn't care. Regan moved her hands to my chest, her hand covering my furiously beating heart.

Could she feel what she did to me? I could only hope.

"God, I love you," I moaned into her ear as I began the climb towards release.

I barely noticed as she froze slightly, her hands shaking a little on my chest. Again, I lowered my lips from her neck, down to her breasts. I nipped and sucked at them for a few moments, taking my time as I realized that she was enjoying my extra efforts, to have her join me in my release. I slowed my movements, feeling her feminine walls clench against me.

Each slow thrust inside her helped get her closer to release. She panted and her eyes rolled back in her head, as I continued to suck and kiss at her breasts, slowly thrusting into her. Her body began to climb; I could feel it. My mouth worked one nipple, swirling my tongue and worshipping it for a few seconds before moving to the other. Her pants and moans made me more and more confident that I knew exactly what to do with her body to make her satisfied. I blew on her hardened tip, watching it harden as she writhed beneath me. With a smirk, I realized one of her hands was actually pulling on my hair as I continued to pleasure her, her fingers woven down to my scalp.

"Oh…..I'm…I'm...ah…."

That high pitched stutter could only mean one thing.

When she came, the imprint magic that bonded her to me also worked to my advantage. Her feelings of release and pleasure seemed to bounce back onto me, making my experience all that much better. I could barely hold on as I grunted and began to move faster inside of her, determined to let her ride out her own orgasm before I released myself. She curled one leg around my hip again and the other around my leg, as she lifted her pelvis in sheer enjoyment.

"Ah!" she breathed, gripping my shoulders as her body clenched delightfully all around me.

I had never felt heaven this close before. With each movement of my hips I became more positive that heaven was now located between my imprint's legs.

Fuck.

I soon felt myself twitch slightly, and my own feelings of release slammed into me as I came. She gasped each time I thrust into her, my body exploding with an orgasm that I was sure put all others to shame.

I panted as I came back down to earth, my eyes opening for the first time in a while to look down at her. Regan lay beneath me, the epitome of beautiful. Her dark hair was fanned out on my pillow, messy and tousled from our lovemaking. Her eyes were clouded and lusty, her cheeks pink with heat. Her lips were swollen from kissing me so much, and her forehead around her hairline glistened slightly with a few beads of sweat. She was so beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her in that moment.

I lowered my head to press my nose against her cheek – almost nuzzling her, like I would have in wolf form. She sighed contentedly as I wrapped my arms around her still slightly trembling body, pressing kisses to her mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her forehead…anywhere I could. I pulled out of her after a few moments, suddenly hit with a feeling of emptiness as I carefully moved off of her. Regan sighed another shaky sigh as I lay on my side next to her.

As I watched her breathing slow and her naked body cool down from my body heat, she turned to look at me, but said nothing. I wanted to tell her a million things, but nothing seemed fitting after what had just happened. We had fit together so perfectly and wonderfully; I couldn't even remember anything before Regan at that point.

She sat up halfway, propped up on her elbow. Her other arm moved like it was about to embrace me and cuddle into my side, but she stopped herself, her green eyes darting from my chest to the bare space between us. It was almost like she was afraid to touch me after what had just happened.

Didn't she get it? I was hers now. Not that I wasn't before, but now I really did belong to her and her only. She could have ordered me to carry her piggyback style for the rest of her life, never to walk another step again, and I would have, at that point. Hell, I would have done it and grinned like a jackass.

I watched her eyes stare at the space between us on the bed, almost like it was taunting her. Was she really afraid to touch me? Her heart sped up a little as she lowered her head back down, trying to look content to sleep separated like this. I felt like there was suddenly a canyon between us.

"Commere," I said simply, grabbing her hand. She looked surprised as I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her up against my chest. Her leg twisted around mine, and I used my other hand to stroke her hand that now lay on my bare chest.

"Am I too hot for you?" I asked softly, pressing my nose into her top of her head.

She shook her head 'no,' and my heart swelled in happiness as I felt her sigh in contentment.

I waited until I heard her breathing even out, signaling that she had fallen asleep, before I even began to think about sleep myself. I wasn't sure how I was going to find sleep that night, as the evening's events played out in my mind. In that moment, I felt like nothing would ever upset me ever again…I was too content and satisfied.

I could never be more wrong.

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First of all, I can only hope that this chapter was everything you hoped it would be. I know a lot of you were waiting for it, and I hope that I did it justice for you all. These next few chapters have been many months in the making, and I hope you enjoy reading them almost as much as I enjoyed writing them. Seth and Regan come so easily to me that with each chapter I grow a little more sad that they aren't actually people, lol.

A HUGE thank you to my Twilighted beta and friend, JennyCullen for stepping in and playing beta for this. She did a wonderful job as she always does, and I sincerely thank her for helping me out while mama23keiki is still getting settled from her move.

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