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A few months had passed since Larka and Luciano got back together and you never saw one without the other to the point Yazmin cussed them out
"Stop sucking faces damn it! The two of you really need to learn the term 'get a room'! I mean for fuck's sake I'm surprised you haven't torn each other's faces off yet!" the girl screamed when she found the couple making out behind Luciano's house alerting the rest of the pack what the teens were doing.
"Does it really matter how much we make out? I mean really all we're doing is sharing saliva." Larka replied
"You make what we're doing sound gross." Luciano told her pulling her tighter against his chest to nuzzle her neck
"You smell nice." He murmured against her skin
"I keep telling you if you want to bite me go ahead I just don't think you'll like the taste." Larka muttered back as Yazmin gave up and stormed off spouting curses in German, Italian, and Spanish.
Luciano licked his lips before letting his fangs extend before plunging them into his mate's neck earning a gasp from the girl.
At first all Luciano wanted to do was pull out and spit out the blood but after he got used to the strange taste he was hooked. Larka tasted weird. It was a strange mix of really hot spices and iron.
But once he got used to it the taste changed so she now tasted like cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg with a hint of cherry. Once he had his fill he pulled back and looked at her face. She had her eyes closed and a slight blush dusted her high cheek bones
"That was amazing." She breathed before pulling him in for another make out session.
Soon even the adults were sick of the couple never letting go of the other so Antonio, Gilbert, and Francis grabbed Yazmin, Monika, and Larka and dragged them to the mall.
"Why are we going to the mall?" Larka asked after Gilbert had thrown her into the backseat
"Simple you girls could use a day to yourselves!" Antonio smiled
"And so we have to spend it with you three?" Larka wondered
"Yes. And first off mani-pedi's at a very nice salon!" Francis said happily as they drove off.
While the girls were forced to spend the day with the bad touch trio Luciano and Johnny were left behind with the rest of the pack
"Alright you two we're going to train today." Ludwig told the two boys
"The only one besides you that likes to train is Larka." Johnny told the blonde German
"Well you two need to learn how to hold your own in a fight." Ludwig stated
"But Larka will still kick our butts." Luciano deadpanned
"You still need to learn!" Ludwig yelled before making the boys run twenty laps.
At the mall Larka was enjoying getting her nails done
"This is fun!" she said happily causing Yazmin to stare at her
"When did you turn into a girl?" the younger girl asked
"Yaz I've always been a girl. The only reason I wear Goth Lolita dresses is because while I was training with Sorin that was all he would let me wear. I like acting my gender every now and then." Larka replied as she examined her freshly painted dark red nails.
When their nails were dry Francis decided it would be fun to use the girls as living dolls and dragged them into several stores where they modeled anything he handed them.
"Wow Larka your rack looks good in anything!" Gilbert grinned earning him a heel to the face
"Just wait till I tell Uncle Mattie you said that!" she grinned back causing the albino to shut up.
In the end all three girls had brand new wardrobes. As the group was getting ready to leave a man walked up and asked if he could use Larka and Yazmin in a photo shoot he was doing at the mall
"I'm sorry to ask this but two of my models just quit and I would like to get the posters out as soon as possible for the holidays." He explained
"I'll model for you." Larka told him
"Papa can I?" Yazmin asked looking at her farther with puppy dog eyes
"Sure why not!" Antonio smiled as the girls ran off to see what they were modeling.
"Ok so the shoot is called Naughty or Nice so one of you will be wearing the naughty Santa suit and one will be dressed as a cute elf." The photographer explained
"How about the tall older girl get into the elf costume." He offered
"Um I'll take the Santa suit. The elf one is too small." Larka told him as she changed into a short sexy red dress with fluffy white trimming, a black belt, thigh high black leather boots, and a small Santa hat.
Yazmin stepped out of her changing room dressed in a cute elf's outfit with bells attached to her hat and shoes.
"Wow Larka you look amazing!" the fifteen year old smiled as the girls walked over to the trio
"Whoa you both look great!" Antonio smiled as Francis stared at Larka's large chest
"Hey Francis put your tongue back in your face before I rip it out and tell Arthur you were drooling over my chest again." The black and white wolf growled as Francis hid behind Gilbert.
Larka and Yazmin posed for several photos and after were told they could keep the costumes. Luciano and Johnny were passed out on the yard in front of Ludwig's house when Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio drove up and parked the car letting the girls get out.
The boys really weren't paying attention till a pair of tall black leather boots stopped next to Luciano's head
"Do you think they're dead?" they heard a voice ask
"Who knows. Don't you do the same thing they did every morning?" a second voice wondered
"Yeah I do but it's really easy. These guys look like they were thrown from a cliff and hit every rock on the way down." The first voice sighed before they crouched down to look at the two boys.
"Hey you guys ok?" the voice asked as their face came into view. Standing over them was Larka in a very revealing Santa costume and her long hair down to cover the right side of her face.
"Larka why do you look like a stripper?" Johnny asked his sister as the boys sat up before Larka smacked her brother us side the head
"I'm not dressed as a stripper!" she yelled as the guys got up off of the ground. Luciano stared at his girlfriend as she proceeded to chase her brother around as the whole pack burst out laughing.
'This is the girl I'm going to marry.' The Italian- German wolf smiled to himself as he felt the small black box in his pocket.
I wonder what will happen next time? Review!