Do I even have to say that I don't own them?

A/n: as requested, Luke's pov. Once again, don't expect a new chapter everyday. I don't think this one is particularly good anyway. R&R. Thanks.

Luke's POV

It was so hot, the way she tried to get away from me, even though she knew it was pointless. It was my house, after all.

It was almost like a game, and I was glad that she was the one I was playing with. Or who was playing with me.

I can't stop thinking of her, not like she's given me much of a choice anyway. Her scent is all over my house, and when she's near, I can feel her lust, the way she wants me.

Let me tell you something: It is such a turn on. When I respond, she runs away. Sometimes I think she is such a tease.

But I know she's scared. Scared of what I make her think, make her feel, make her want. It makes a guy feel good, knowing that he has that affect on a girl. I mean, I knew that she wasn't impervious to my charms, but now I know that she wants me just as bad as I want her.

After what happened on the couch, or, what nearly happened, I can't stop craving her. I've never had an addiction, but damn if that girl isn't the most addictive thing I've ever tasted.

And she always smells so good. Very feminine and very sexy. I don't know if a smell can be sexy, but if I had to put the scent of 'sexy' in a bottle, it'd be her scent I'd bottle.

Damn if I don't react to that girl like I was a puberty-ridden teen with a crush. She can give me a shy look from behind her lashes, completely innocent, and I'm as hard as a rock. Hell, she could be furious at me, cursing me and making crude gestures and I would be turned on. Just because it'd be Sophia.

Just thinking of her makes me get uppity. And it doesn't help any that I wake up in the middle of the night with a throbbing member because her lust is so strong that I can feel it in my room.

I cornered her today, while my mom was out, doing Alpha stuff. She was in the kitchen, making lunch for herself. I saw an opportunity, so I took it.

I crept up behind her and pressed myself up against her, making sure she had no means of escape. She tensed up when my body made contact, but the pure want that came from her body told me that she was aroused by my presence. Which made me aroused.

And I let her know it too.

My hands went around her waist at first, under her shirt, teasing her stomach, a place I knew she was very sensitive in. Then my hands made their way up to her breasts, where I teased her there. Little hisses and moans would escape her lips, and that made me even harder for her, made me want to rip off her clothes and take her right there.

But somehow I resisted that urge.

Even when she started to press her lovely backside against my aching cock, I still resisted, though it was more difficult.

And when she slid her hands down to my ass, I still resisted, though, by then, I had taken off her shirt. I don't recall doing that, but when I came to my senses, I noticed that she was in her bra, and she was attempting to take my shirt off. It was when he had skin to skin contact that she realized what we were doing, and pushed me away with that superior strength that she had possessed from her father's side of the family. I wasn't prepared for it, but I managed not to fly across the room, which I was quite pleased with.

The look of shame, embarrassment and anger crossed her beauteous face and she grabbed her shirt and ran out of the room, leaving me with a cock so hard it was difficult to move.

I wasn't sorry though.

I'll never be sorry.