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Into the Light
Chapter 2
[Halfmoon]

Sometime between her alternating states of consciousness, Beth determined that her assaulter was a shifter—an alpha wolf. His scent permeated into the air around her, making her fully aware of his staggering strength and his musk of fresh pine and soft earth. Finally, as she slipped back into a conscious state, she drank her fill of his engaging image.

He was sitting a distance away from her under the light of the halfmoon. A frown marred his rustic face; startling blue eyes, long stubbles of hair covered his jawline, chin and around his mouth. His chestnut colored hair grew past his ears and was unkempt, he didn't look insane. Wild. He looked wild and untamed.

"You gonna keep staring or what?" his harsh voice was not expected.

Beth frowned at his tone, "Why does it matter if I stare at you or not? I have rights."

He scoffed at her statement in a blatant manner, not caring sugar coat his words like she tends to do. "Humans have rights, not your kind." He almost sounded disgusted talking to her.

She scowled at him, sitting up abruptly ready to give him a piece of her mind only to find her wrists bound by a rope. "What the hell?" She yanked and tug at the bind with great strength, to her dismay—it remained intact. Bringing her wrists closer to eye level, she studied the offending piece. Slivers of oak and threads of silver were embedded and woven throughout the length of the rope. It didn't contain enough to kill, however it can render a vampyr weak.

Well, it was a good thing she was only half vampyr.

Flaring her nostrils as she inhaled a deep breath, she calmed her mind, loosened her shoulders to gather her strength. With a flash of speed and strength, she snapped the rope into two. Before she could give herself a victory pump, she was pinned onto her back by her shoulders—her assaulter above her growled.

"What the fuck are you?"

Beth barred her retracted fangs at him, "I told you. I am dhampir." She shoved against the hard planes of his chest in attempt to get him off of her. She succeeded to a point; she was able to remove his grip from her shoulders. She motioned to leap out from under him, but he was just as fast as she was—if not faster.

With a snarl, he caught her wrist in her mid-leap and slammed her onto the grass, none too lightly. "Liar!" he barked, his nails digging into her light jacket.

Beth honestly resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "I'm not lying! Let go of me!" Her fangs and nails lengthened as her instincts began to take over. She felt threatened by his presence, the way he was able to conceal his emotions from his eyes. He was a deadly opponent—more so than a vampyr.

He must've detected her instinct to defend and attack—his canines lengthen, his blue eyes began to glow much like the way she saw during their first encounter. He snarled at her, barring his teeth at her to submit to his dominance.

Like hell. Beth hissed at him in return, defiant in every way possible. She swiped at him with her claws, drawing blood on his cheek with a successful scratch. She saw his eyes widen just a fraction before his face contorted into anger. There was no way this shifter above her wasn't an alpha. He demanded submission from her through his growls and snarls.

Well, it won't work on her. She belongs to no one, submits to no one and answers to no one.

He didn't retaliate like she would think. Don't most wolves bite each other until submission? Truth be told, she knew little about the other arcane races. She always preferred the company of humans and animals over them.

The struggle between them continued, her claws dug into his shoulders, puncturing holes into the thin material of his shirt. The heat he was emitting was incredible—he felt hotter than a furnace burning coal in the dead cold of winter. Her fingers tingled with warmth when the pads of her fingers touched the smooth, hairless skin of his shoulders.

Damn, if she wasn't trying to escape from his clutches, she might actually enjoy the sensation.

An unpleasant growl rumbled from deep in his throat when her nails pierced into his flesh, drawing blood. There was something about his growl that stirred an unknown feeling within her. It called to her, weakening her resolve to continue to fight an alpha.

Her heart began hammering in her chest as the scent of his blood penetrated her senses. She could almost taste the coppery, salty fluid on her tongue. She wasn't the kind to lust for fresh blood of a human—or another arcane. She always found satisfaction with the occasional deer, rare steak and a drunk human or two as she coupled with them. Yet with him, the scent of his untainted blood send her head reeling, her mouth watered in anticipation.

In a moment of craze and lack of control, she craned her head up, her lips parted and fangs ready to pierce into his flesh. Her fangs barely grazed the side of his neck before she was pinned down again by this alpha. She struggled against him, swiping at him and reaching for his neck and shoulder to allow her to have a better take at his neck.

Their legs combated each other—she kicked and thrashed at him as he tried to hold her legs down with his thighs. In her daze, she saw his greatly dilated eyes stare down at her—she was sure her own matched his. Their breathing came in thick pants as they continued to struggle for dominance.

With a wrench of his strong arms, her light jacket and button up shirt pried apart, baring her sweat beaded flesh to him. The action was certainly an accident, since she yanked at his shoulders and arms to get closer to his neck. She didn't know he had such a tight grip on her clothes, however. Whatever the cause, she could see his gaze turn heated, his pupils dilated until it almost engulfed the blue of his eyes completely.

She didn't when or how the struggle turned into a raging battle of lust, she wasn't going to complain either.

His hot, moist mouth dances across her collarbone just seconds after her shirt and jacket was split in two. His wet tongue dipped into the small depression of flesh above her collarbone, lapping at the sensitive spot with long, blistering strokes.

Her body reacted to his touch in a way she never knew was possible. Her nails no longer dug into his shoulders, her mind only focused on the sensation of his wet tongue on her heated skin. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew this was wrong—so very wrong. But damn, did he make her feel amazing.

She whimpered when his fangs scraped against her flesh, trailing from her right shoulder down and over the peak of her breast, leaving angry red marks. His hot tongue pressed against the fabric covering her nipple—it pebbled at his touch. He nipped at the soft, pliable peak, rolling it between his lips before clamping down on it hard enough to draw blood.

Beth gasped at the shock of pleasure and pain, her back arched against his chest, pushing her bra covered breast deeper into his awaiting mouth. His pleased growl vibrated against her abdomen, grinding his engorged crotch against her inner thighs. The mewling that reached her ears must've been her own—she could hardly recognize the sounds she was making. This wolf shifter brought out the animal in her.

She arched against his mouth again when he pulled her breast out of the confines of her bra and bit down, relishing in her blood as he licked the pebbles of coppery fluid from her skin. Her hands finally did something useful when she grabbed a fistful of his shirt before tearing the fabric in half in the front, exposing his tanned, muscled chest to her eyes.

Her hands danced across his chest, enjoying the twitches and spasms of his muscles on wherever she touched. He was a man of power. Alpha.

She didn't have the time to think, only to feel. At some point, he must've completely ripped her own shirt into two, and her bra along with it. She was bare from the hips up to him, and his dominating growls told her he was beyond pleased.

Everywhere he touched, she felt as if her skin was on fire. The way his chest brought pressure over her lower half of her body felt right—almost perfect. Her body racked with tremors when he drew back from her flesh, his hands dipped into the band of her jeans and with a jerk of his strength, he split her jeans down the middle, exposing her swollen clit to the cool night air.

Her core clenched at the sudden onslaught of the cool air against her sensitive bundle, opaque white cream pooled at her entrance to her heat. With a shameless moan, she arched her back towards him, her eyes begging for release.

She saw but a glimpse of a predatory smile sprawl across his face before it disappeared between her legs, his tongue delved deep into her core, his upper lip played with her clit. She bucked against him with a hand desperately gripping his hair. The pull of absolution was so close, so close that she could feel herself beginning to unravel as he pulled his tongue from her core to suckle her swollen nerve.

A thick, calloused finger parted her lips and dipped deep into her heat. The stars in the night sky swam in circles as he pumped his finger in and out of her, drawing her liquid cream from deep within her. He licked up her essences eagerly, as if not wanting it to go to waste. He pushed in another thick finger; the sensation of being stretched almost brought her to her peak.

Her breathing came in shallow pants, her back and ass lifted up and off of the ground as he pumped his fingers faster, his fangs digging deep into the sides of her clit, drawing steady streams of blood dripping off her backside. He slurped up the streams of crimson blood and swirled her engorged clit between his lips and teeth.

She forgot how to breathe when the word around her darkened into blackness before the sudden explosion of stars filled her vision as she clamped down on his fingers and rocked her body against his as she rode out her orgasm. Her cry of ecstasy echoed in throughout the cemetery, telling all who can hear just exactly what she was experiencing.

Her body plopped down unceremoniously, her legs now weak and shaken. His heated body covered her instantaneously, resting between her quivering legs. His hot mouth was over hers, she could taste the tangy, sweetness of her cream on his lips and feel his hardened cock grinding against her behind his jeans, begging for entrance.

Her lengthened fangs found its way to the junction of his neck; she panted a sensual lick before sinking her teeth into his flesh, drawing his metallic tasting blood into her lips.

She wanted more. More. The taste of him was truly unique; the taste of his blood empowered her. She wiggled under him to the optimal position and she sank her fangs deeper, a gush of blood poured into her thirsty mouth. Her eyes clenched shut as she relished his taste.

She had barely gotten a mouthful of his rejuvenating blood when he snapped back, his glowing eyes widen— now aware of the situation despite the lust shining in his eyes.

Beth barely had the time to cope with the sudden loss of his heat, and when she opened her eyes the second after… he was gone. Her heart still hammered in her chest, his blood still coated her mouth. She could hardly put two and two together.

Alone, in the dead of the night, she stared at the discarded torn, white t-shirt lying beside her near naked frame. Her mind raced through a million thoughts a second as she tried to make sense of what just happened.

Pleasured by an alpha wolf.

"What the hell?" she rasped, dropping her head back against the grass, catching her breath. What the hell indeed.

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J.R.- Hehehe. The attraction is more than just an attraction :P

Think about that! Lol. Ready for next chapter?

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