Magic Bullet

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Ch. 9: Coitus Interuptus

BPOV

After going back to Sparkles' place with lunch, I had eaten as quickly as possible. We started making out on the couch and instinct had taken over. My fangs dropped, claws extended then I roughly took her in every room of her house. She reciprocated which caused the entire house to be saturated with the scent of sex. It had taken every once of my control to finally stop.

The two of us went back to my house to pack an overnight bag so that I could spend the rest of the weekend at Rosalie's. While I packed some clothes and necessities, Rose looked out my window and noticed a couple of Siberian Tigers, one snow white and the other orange, pad out of the forest and bolt for the backdoor. She gave me a puzzled look just before we heard the sounds of Charlie and Leah getting on in the kitchen.

"I assumed that Leah was one of the shapeshifters from La Push. How come she isn't a wolf," Rose asked as she tuned out what was going on downstairs.

"It's kind of hard to explain, but I'll try. Let's start with the basics. Shapeshifters can transform anytime they like, but they are not forced to change at the full moon. Were-animals can do that also, but they are forced to do it during the full moon. During that time they are purely driven my instinct. Shapeshifters can only be born, whereas a were-animal can be born or changed.

"Both groups do something known as Imprinting. It's sort of like an intense love at first sight and Darwinism all rolled up into one. When a shifter or were meets their Soul Mate, which also happens to be their perfect biological match, the imprint. They exist solely for their imprint and are whatever that person needs them to be. The three months of imprinting are the worst because they are dominated by the overwhelming urge to breed. After that, things go back to normal unless you're a female were-animal, who go into heat twice a year.

"A female shapeshifter can't phase, or transform, until after they imprint, and they can only imprint on other shifters and weres. They take on the same form as their imprint. So, if Charlie had been a wolf then Leah would've been one too. Imprinting also allows the couple to share certain gifts," I explained.

Rosalie digested what she had just heard then she grinned smugly. "You imprinted on me, didn't you. That's why sex has had such an almost animalistic edge to it," she stated rather than asked. I nodded, sheepishly.

"When did it happen," she queried.

"That first day, when I tripped in class. I never thought that it would happen to me, since I'm not a full weretiger. It's been hard to keep it in check. As much as I love you, the need to feel you in me, under me and around me is extremely hard to control. I haven't felt this out of control since Harry brought me back from Austria," I admitted.

Rose's eyes lit up when she heard me say that I loved her and her smile changed from smug to blissful. "I love you, too. We'll make it through this together. Why don't we go back to my house, that way if the urge hits you, you can just take me without having to worry about neighbors or your own housemates hearing it," she soothed.

I led her back downstairs and out to the car. We stopped to pick up some fried chicken on the way. No sooner than we were in the house, instinct had taken over again. Rosalie took on look at my now cat blue eyes and giggled. Food had to wait as clothes were ripped off.

She was pushed down onto the couch and my head settled between her thighs as my tongue lapped up her sweet juices like a cat with a bowl of cream. A few hours later I was lying on top of her, my sex grinding against hers. All the sexual excess had taken its toll on me. We were both pretty close climaxing for the umpteenth time when a stray thought pushed its way to front of my mind.

I rolled off my lover and jumped to my feet while she cried out in frustration at having been so close to bliss but was denied. Without a word, I made my way to the computer desk that took up space in the seldom used dining room and got on the internet. My mind was hazy and now that I wasn't physically active, exhaustion kept up fast.

My fingers danced across the keyboard as I googled the Port Angeles Gazette. Once on the papers website, I looked up stories from Saturday. There was a small article about three men found broken and bloody in an alley. It went on to say that the men were suspects in a recent surge of rapes that had taken place of the past few weeks and that they had all died from injuries they had received.

My vision blurred as I continued to search the site for more information, but could find nothing on any rapes in the area for the past month. Monkey dance, the whole thing felt like a monkey dance. I picked up the cordless phone by the computer and called Charlie. He said that he would make some calls in the morning.

Rosalie noticed I was fading fast and picked my up from the computer desk and carried me up to her room I tried to apologize to her but she brushed it off. She understood that something weird about my attack had occurred to me. We lay down on the bed and I snuggled up into her side. She hummed softly while she lightly stroked my skin. I drifted off to sleep with the sinking feeling that I was about to go back to work.