Part Four
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Author's Note – Okay, here is the fourth part to WTWL. I thought that this would be the last one, but there will be one more… Please, PLEASE review… I like to feel wanted! (wink)
Also, I'd like to announce my plans for two unexpected fics I'll be posting on soon… Both based on the movie "Daredevil"…
I just managed to get to see it in theatres, and needless to say, I've had a couple jolts of inspiration that I feel compelled to act upon as quickly as possible… One will be a short continuation, entitled "Fallen Angels", and the other will basically be a short smutlet entitled "Bring Me To Life", and based upon that beautiful love scene of the movie… Keep in eye out for them over the next week or so… As there is no category for that movie just yet, I'll have to request that one be made, and that may take a couple extra days for that to come through as well… Just please keep it in mind if you're interested in maybe reading them…
Now, on with the story…
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"Part Four"
As Luke continued to caress the pale skin of Sophia's exposed throat, little warning bells were starting to go off in his head.
This wasn't going to end well, he knew that. But he couldn't force himself to release her. Not yet. Not when he could feel the warmth from her body so close to his. Not when he could smell her scent intermingling with his own. Not when he saw the conflicting emotions warring for supremacy in her eyes.
And not when his inner wolf was so close to the surface… blatantly calling to hers.
This was too much, too fast… he knew that he would have to bring things to a slower pace for her. She was frightened. Frightened of what she had seen. Frightened of him, and what he was doing to her…
But most of all, she was frightened of herself. Of what was happening within her. Both emotionally, mentally, and physically. She didn't want to be anything other than a human. Didn't want to experience what was happening to her walls of defense against the Clan. Didn't want to step out of the safety of her own little world, and into the erotic dangers of his.
Sadly, her remaining behind the false security of her walls wasn't going to be an option. For either of them. He would tear them down around her head if he had to, but she would be his.
He knew that she didn't want to remain in Wolf Lake, and maybe he should have been feeling guilty about wanting to take the right to choose away from her. But he also knew she belonged within the Pack, where he would always be able to keep her close at hand. Where she would never escape him. No matter how hard she tried.
He had watched her the entire evening. Studying her responses to the sights and sounds taking place around her. Seeing them all for what they were. And as each moment had gone by, he had slowly begun to lose control of his better judgment. Slowly becoming caught up in the sight, smell, and sense of her in such a way, he hadn't even realized his depleting lack of judgment and control, until just now. When he stood in front of her, the only thing separating them being the clothes on her lithe body, and his only body contact the fingers resting against the pulse points in her neck. Feeling the rich throbbing in her veins, and the intake of her breath.
He knew it then… but by then, it was too late.
Lost in the feel of her innocence, the wolf inside him had been set free.
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Sophia's breath caught in her throat when she saw his eyes begin to glow even more intensely. Burning erotically into hers in the darkness.
Heart pounding franticly, she knew her body was not her own when she didn't pull away, didn't run, didn't even so much as protest as Luke closed the distance between them. Fingers leaving her neck, palms running down the length of her arms, leaving a strange combination of chills and heat in their wake. Kindling nerve endings, and slowly awakening her to the new and foreign sensation of his touch on her body.
Leaving her arms, his strong hands rubbed insinuatingly over her hips, before circling round to press into the small of her back. Gently guiding her into his embrace.
Sophia felt a small gasp try to escape her mouth when she felt the entire length of his body pressing into hers. Burning into her skin, and leaving a brand upon her soul.
She had expected his lips to touch hers, and for a moment, they almost did. Brushing tantalizingly so close, that, for a moment, it was as if he was breathing for her. Gently pushing the sweet air through her parted lips and into her lungs.
When she exhaled, he inhaled. When she inhaled, he exhaled. It was a strange and foreign dance, but it sent the blood in her veins singing and the wolf within begging to be released.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips caressed over the gentle ridge of her cheekbone, whispering against the shell of her ear, and further down, to lave the curve of her throat. She gave herself up to the senses of touch and smell, the moist heat of his mouth against her silken skin, and the throbbing need pooling like molten lava down deep in her body.
Palms weakly coming up almost defensively and pressing into the bare skin of his chest, Sophia was lost in the sensation of him. Lost in this pleasurable torture. She was only subtly aware that the initial gentleness he had shown her was beginning to wear off, replaced with an intense demand that she was not prepared for, but she didn't care. She was fast becoming a part of him. A part of his world. She wanted him wild. Unrestrained. Primal. She wanted to be that way herself.
And she didn't care.
She arched into his embrace as she felt one of his palms again caress the line of her hip, before dropping further down.
Massaging her jean-clad thigh, he swiftly grasped it, and pulling it up, brought it up around his waist. Thigh muscles bunching as his other arm strengthened its grip around her waist to keep her from losing her balance… And to keep her from trying to escape his ministrations.
Sophia did let out a small cry then, a mixture of sweet pleasure and aching denial, as she felt the way his body pressed almost aggressively into her smaller one. She could feel his heartbeat pulsing against her slender hands. Matching the pulsing occurring in her lower body, from the sensation of his hardness against her core. Separated only by the fabric of her jeans that tightened around her sensitive flesh like a vise. Causing her to desperately want to be rid of their restraint.
His palm still cupped the under-part of her thigh. Holding the weight of her leg. Massaging. Firmly, purposely coaxing her response to him to strengthen. Filling the air around them with her aroused scent and his sexually charged wolven musk.
Sophia's nails clenched in his shoulders when she felt the way his lengthening canines scraped over her pulse point. Hearing the rumbling in his throat as he growled his approval. Wolf and Man blending into one element. One force. One weapon.
One lover.
And then that mouth was traveling lower. Lips tracing the lines of her collarbone, to drop even farther. Their destination the two sensitive mounds that ached and burned for his touch.
Both of his palms gathered up her derriere and pressed her closer to his desire. Her uplifted leg instinctively wrapping high around his naked waist to hold him to her, opening herself up to him, as he grinded firmly into her. Sending darts of pleasure shooting through her like fireworks. A foretelling of the ecstasy that she could be enraptured with in the strength of his arms.
And then Sophia opened her eyes.
Later she wouldn't remember how it had happened. One minute she was wrapped up in him and the embrace of the forest surrounding them. Face tilted up to the night sky filled with diamond chips for stars peeking through the treetops above her. Feeling the heat of his breath piercing through her shirt and against her aching and burning flesh, his body grinding once more into the shelter of hers, right before his mouth would have closed over her, and in so doing, bringing her to a new level of awareness and desire and ecstasy that she knew would send her into a tailspin that would never cease Not until the consequences were irreversible and her life was no longer her own.
She was teetering on the brink… she knew it, and he knew it. All along, he had known… Had encouraged it.
Simply because he wanted her fall to be with him.
And the next minute she was running. Ripping herself away from him with a strength, that, like everything else this night, was not her own. And she was running. Blindly cutting her way through the trees in a mindless escape of herself, of what she had just experienced, the burning of her unfamiliar arousal, but most importantly, from him. He had made her feel what she knew she shouldn't. Offering her what she knew was forbidden. An offer of the night's forever darkness and sensuality promised only to their own in a never-ending cycle of heady foreplay and primal desire. An initiation that would take her beyond all boundaries. All purposes. All thought.
An offer that, for a moment in time, she had wanted more than the breath in her lungs or the next beat of her heart.
And that frightened the hell out of her.
So she ran… From him, from herself…
And from the star-filled night that was her wolven soul's birthright.
TBC
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The fifth and final part will be up in another week or so… Sooner depending on the amount of reviews I get... Hey, I'm not above blackmail… (wink)
I hope you have enjoyed this latest part, even if it may require a cold shower! (grin) and that you will let me know what you think…
I have to admit, I'm enjoying this creation of this piece a lot more than I originally thought I would… I'm going to kinda miss it when it is finally completed.
Oh well, there will always be Embrace of the Wolven to look forward to… (wink)
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