"What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with."
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Like a moth drawn to a flame
Diesel's pov
I'm seriously contemplating whether I attract the crazy or is indeed my fault I turn them that way.
A troubled groan leaves my lips as I shove a hand through the mess that are my dreadlocks, running my fingers in utter distress over my scalp, my own path suddenly halting to a stop when the pad of my fingers come across the black hair tie I stole from mom's drawer earlier this morning. I pull on it to undo my messily tied bun, freeing my dreadlocks in a careless manner, shaking my head afterwards to get rid of any possible unwanted knots.
The buoyant boisterous sounds and raucous cackles filtering their way up from the first floor give away the presence of those partaking in the scheduled last-minute thrown party. With Tycen's and Moose's bickering ringing loudly in my ears, I finally find the will to overpower my laziness and thus, uproot my stationary ass from my bed.
The palm of my hands propels my stance of the mattress hoisting me up by some mere inches before I'm leaping off it in a graceful rapid manner, rolling my stiff shoulders and pressing the expanse of my left hand to my elbow right above my head, forcing the impossibly taut muscles to stretch out. I proceed to rub my face, trying to wipe out any residual stress and annoyance from my features with little to none success at all.
I grab my forgotten mobile from the mattress unblocking the main screen to check the time when the persistent clearing of a throat catches my heed, redirecting my gaze towards my door where Corbin's silhouette has suddenly materialized, stance leaning languidly against the frame of the wooden surface, gifting me an arched left brow, Nina's top dangling in the tip of his forefinger, the fabric swirling around continuously doing an uncanny impersonation of a frenzied American dryer.
The weight of my stare could rot the flesh of anyone's bones, but of course, Corbin was immune to my deadly glares by now, the idiot practically thrived on those.
"So..."
"So." I mimicked crossing my arms over my chest.
"Planning on joining the festivities any time soon? Y'know, since Nina's parade of shame has pretty much finalized 'n' all that jazz?" His gaze wanders to the noticeable dent on the wooden headboard of my mahogany bed, a devious grin twitching on his lips when his gaze trails from the indent to the forgotten discarded heel nudging one of the legs of my desk. A wolf whistle doesn't dawdle in making itself heard.
"Trouble in paradise a'ready sourwolf? Surely you must know a leotard doesn't change its spots."
"Sod off," I jeer jaw jutting out in aggression, muscles stiffening despite my earlier stretching routine, "A leopard doesn't change its spots," I scoff, rolling my eyes at him, reaching out to snatch the shirt from his grip, "What does that even mean, anyways?"
"It means..." his hazel eyes rendezvous mine, gaze unwavering "It doesn't matter how much you sodomize Nina it won't hide the fact that's she's so irrevocably and unequivocally in love with you. It's written all over her face and panties probably too."
To say the silence that ensues is suffocating would be the understatement of the century. It spreads like thick miasma eliciting my skin to crawl and my throat to uncomfortably itch. Words stumble on the tip of my tongue, the aloofness in my timber of voice weighing heavily on my defensive response.
"Don't be fucking ridiculous Nina doesn't love me." I hurry to rebuff.
"Doesn't she? Years of playing witness to your not so silent agreement do beg to differ bro, but hey… Whoever you sink your dick into is your business. 'M just saying it would be considerate of you to fuck her pussy and not her heart specially since you're already tiptoeing on thin fissured ice with Moose."
I let my fingertips trail over the prominent creases of my temple as I cast my brother one last annoyed glance, in no mood to address the Clearwater drama that stood heavily between us like a colossal elephant stuffing the already tense atmosphere. So, completely shunning the topic at hand, I stretch to reach the crumpled shirt on the mahogany chair by my desk just below the secret nook overviewing the forest, sniffing lightly under the sleeves and shrugging my shoulders in indifference before pulling the black Abercrombie fabric on.
"Is there some ulterior reason why you're gracing me with your presence right this instant? Apart from your daily tormenting routine on my sexual habits and whatnot?" I nothing but sneer, patience long gone.
"Nah man, just heading out for patrol, hadda swap with Hunter since the dunce has to redo an algebra exam and could use the time to actually study…,"Corbin's eyes meet mine, a bittersweet smile forms on his lips as he unveils the last part of his statement, "Naomi offered to tutor him."
A brusque ominous growl erupts from my own lips at the mention of our baby sis mentoring Cameron. You can't really blame me for being derangedly overprotective, not when their constant interactions have taken a swirl past the platonic platform specially after discovering Hunter had indiscriminately imprinted on her.
Four years ago.
During Naomi's eleven birthday.
Right after Hunter had endured his very first phase.
His sixteen-year-old shivering nude ass shape had, much to my chagrin, stumbled out of the bushes completely disorientated and bamboozled about his current entourage, alien to his own skin and dull human limbs. It only took a couple of drunk steps for him to run right into my baby sister just as she was ducking over the picnic table to blow the candles on her Minnie mouse three stories layered rainbow cake.
Am still trying to erase the graphic impact from my mind.
The most dandy fact that exasperated me to no end was that she had been oh so ridiculously crushing on him since her napper days and now her feelings weren't as unrequited as before, the whole soulbounding wolf experienced took a toll on both of them giving them no choice but to seek each other's company basking in the simplicity of their own private interactions. Mom, of course, was over the fucking moon leaving myself, Corbin and dad fuming on the sidelines.
A five-year gap was no laughing matter, not when Naomi was still an off age teen and Hunter was practically an adult sharing my very same age, leaving us with twenty years of existence.
I was mulling over the possibilities of crashing those pre-planned study sessions when Corbin's words startled me from my trail of thought.
"Don't even bother Dee first word I tried to utter to mom ended in me having dish duty for the remainder of the week," he pats my arm and proceeds to shake his head as a spark of amusement crosses his features, making him snap his fingers in elation, creases forming on the corner of his eyes "Oh yeah guess what? I was lucky enough to run into your peeping tom regardless of the situation," he hawks mockingly before he carries on, the delight in his timber of voice never diminishing in the slightest, "Lemme tell yah bro, the lil wee one 's quite the character. Bit on the sheepish side packs some sass in her bones. Shawty with killer hourglass curves not the overly cliché stereotyped stick thin chicks we're usually swarmed by, meaningful dark brown eyes an exact replica of the Chief himself, plump dewy, lips and mass of untamable voluptuous curls, trademark of Nessie, herself. Undeniably pretty if you ask me, such a shame," he chuckles good-heartedly leaving me outright befuddled, anatomy swiveling to see his way out of my room, deciding to finalize his own monologue, voice booming behind his back as he finally disappears from sight, "Just don't be 50 shades of asshole on this one, yeah? I happen to like her!"
Like who? I was on the verge of asking, but my unvoiced queries hanged in thin air as I duly stared at the spot my brother used to be hardly two seconds ago. A huff of air vacates my lips, fingers curling around a bunch of loose dreadlocks to tug on the tips, expressing some of the pent-up distress that seems to still pump through my bloodstream. My gaze wanders to the main logo of my black tee noticing the mismatched sewed threads and the reversed texture of the image, the label of my shirt only assisting my suspicions as it hangs openly around the collar of the fabric. Giving no fucks about the state of my shirt I carelessly shove the slightly itchy label back inside before striding my way past my dorm, moved by the inner desires of my growling stomach more than the entire party ordeal spreading all over the first floor.
All of a sudden, my feet refuse to cooperate, halting me to an unexpected stop, dead in my tracks, eyes solely fixated on the piece of fabric I so thoughtfully treasure scarcely away from my reach, on someone's else's anatomy to be precise.
My hoodie.
My precious lucky charm sweatshirt which I had the good fortune of inheriting from William Black himself hours before he passed to a better life.
Everyone knew not to touch it or even come near the fabric I was so fucking adamant to share, that piece of cotton meant the world to me and I was infuriatingly territorial over it, the worth of the clothing being something unexplainable to curious fucks who often confused it by a mere ordinary hoodie. The sleeves and collar were a bit torn, the elastics having given up on maintaining such old ratty fabric, the embroidered wolf team logo was a paler yellowy shade from years of constant use and affection, years of witnessing the victory of American football champion leagues from our local most famously known team, the loups. I would be fucking damn if I broke tradition by letting someone else borrow it.
To top it all, this individual was alien to me. A complete stranger. How wondrous.
Alas, no fucking chance.
"Is that my hoodie?" I found myself nastily hissing, unable to contain my boiling distress any longer, each singular word bleeding my own ascending anger.
The female's steps falter and come to a tremulous cease at the expressed intone of my voice, stopping brusquely on her own tracks, remaining stationary in her rooted spot, muted to express any form of response which rightfully so, irks me to no end.
My feet resume their abandoned path, storming derisively towards this disrespectful individual, who does nothing to scamper from her self-acclaimed spot, at arm's length from the opening of the stairs.
The weight of my bare feet elicits the creak of the antique oak boards alerting her even further of my nearing anatomy. Nevertheless, she remains shockingly put. The expanse of my chest casts a daunting shadow behind her petite back, the gap being almost nonexistent. My hands ball into fists on both sides of my torso, slight tremors ensuing the action by slowly yet persistently possessing my taut joints.
"I asked you a question," I spit, baring my canines just at the level of her nape, the urgent desire to subdue this chick weighing heavily on my spirits wolfs inner's nature.
"Corbin… He um, he gave it to m-me." the growl that follows her words reverberates sharply around us, making the trail of hairs on the back of her neck to stand to attention.
"Corbin knows better than to mess with my stuff now take it off," my voiced words leave no breach for further argumentation as a silent, pregnant pause descends between us, the tension being so damn thick it sizzles in our forced field stance. Her act of rebellion as she takes on a full sprint at my demand has me befuddled for the pulse of a second before I'm reaching towards her, in one long-legged step, right-hand fisting the fabric of the black hood attached to the sweatshirt in an unrelenting grip before I yank, choking her some while maneuvering her roughly into the adjacent wall facing the staircase.
"Take. It. Off. Now."
A whoosh of air is punched of her lungs at the brusque impact yet I don't give her any truce to adjust as I walk right into her own personal bubble, pinning her petite anatomy effortlessly to the wooden structure with an echoing thud, quaking hands chasing the hem of my hoodie to roll it upwards, exposing her caramel golden skin.
Her soft whimpers ring loud in my eardrums yet I don't ease up, though the incensed fog that had settled over my brain seems to dissipate some as I'm fanned with the very same enriched, magical scent that loomed in my room after the peeping tom incident took place. Saliva pools in my mouth and I found myself completely gone, prisoner of my own wolf warrior who's on the very verge of taking over my lacklustre human carcass.
I finally manage to detach the fabric of her now quaking anatomy silently aided by her as she ever so pliantly lifted her arms above her lowered head, thick voluptuous curls skimming the skin on my forearms when I manoeuvred the hoodie off her skin, unshielding her strawberry pink bra to my scrutiny.
The noticeable swell in her chest area added to the ridiculously sinful curves that sported her entire anatomy made for an extremely illegal combo. She was definitely not on the thinner scale, but she was far from the large flabby parameter, she was just fleshy and flighty plump in all the right fucking places, her love handles were practically begging to be held and bitten, the smoothness of the cinnamon tanned skin felt like a velvet waterfall the moment my knuckles skimmed over it.
The grinding of my teeth brought me back from lustful, self-induced reverie, gaze finally snapping upwards from her exposed assets only to come across the most intense chocolate brown irises I had ever encountered, the whitish sclera of her eyes bringing out the darker specs of shadier brown tinting the span of those beguiling orbs.
The earth-shattering connection was alacritous. Right on the damn spot.
A throbbing second in time was all it took for my better judgement to get the best of me, uncontrollable fury blurred my sight and I acted out of instinct, feeling utterly suffocated at my most recent unwanted discovery. The palm of my hands pressed against the wall propelling me of the carved bark to regain focus once my senses seem to gravitate back to me. I didn't spare a second glance backwards just skedaddled at the speed of lightning only diminishing my own speed once I found myself at the third step of the stairs, not even pausing to ponder over my own actioning as I threw the hoodie on my grip over my left shoulder under a primal command of my spirit wolf, earlier tantrum already overruled by a much more urgent matter;I had fucking imprinted.
No sooner had I reached the first floor that my anatomy whirls, fist swaying backwards to gain momentum only to slam with packed up force against the column supporting the entry to the main foyer. The plaster surrenders and cracks beneath my knuckles, dreadlocks tumbling on my enraged, red-tainted field of vision while I stand there, panting. When I finally find the will to pull back, there's a considerable bloody splotch on the wall.
"God. Fucking. Damn it!"
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I know I knooooooooooow its been ages since I last updated and trust me I have no plausible excuse Dx just life's been tough my lovvies, but hey things are slowly building up and I'm so not giving up on this fic specially since I have so many expectations and things to surprise you all with! Just find it in your heart to review and I'll work harder on my updating schedule, do we have a deal here, or what c; ?