A/N: Any wolves you recognize from The Twilight Saga belong to Stephanie Meyer.

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This and the next couple chapters are going to be a little shorter so that I can get them out to you guys sooner.

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Amazed

18 December 2041

He was serious. Levi really just… exploded or morphed or whatever into a—a wolf! And a huge one at that!

It was completely unreal, yet totally incredible and amazing—he was extraordinary. I couldn't take my eyes off him, so absolute was my awe for Levi. There was still so much of him in the wolf before me and I found those traits and features so easily recognizable that not a molecule of my being was afraid of him. That would have been impossible, it simply would never happen because I literally could never fear him.

His head was resting in my lap and I wanted to laugh at the sheer size of it as I combed my fingers through the downy soft russet fur, pausing to scratch behind his ear causing him to nuzzle into the palm of my hand. Instead of laughing, I signed what I should have signed earlier when he did, except I'd been too overwhelmed to manage it, while now I couldn't hold them back another second. They were bursting to escape me like the first golden ray of sunlight peaking over the horizon that brilliantly lights the sky, refusing to be blocked or hidden.

'I love you.' I was so relieved that he could understand me because that had been my only concern when he changed and I wanted him to know right away that I did.

I'm not sure what kind of a reaction I was expecting from him following my declaration, but I was a little lost when he bound immediately to his feet and urgently directed me back to the porch. The reason quickly became clear when he was suddenly him again, the change occurring so rapidly that my eyes were unable focus on him before it was over and he was standing upright, boldly baring himself to me.

'I love you too,' he signed, my gaze zeroing in on the movements his hands made to form those words, the radiant happiness they brought me and their all consuming significance somehow managing to do the impossible and surpass the emotional response they invoked on me the first he told me.

I didn't have a chance to appreciate him or the words before he was directly in front of me, having crossed the distance separating us in only a fraction of a second, my wide-eyed stare registering nothing except a brownish blur when he moved. He'd said being a wolf made him fast, but that was unbelievable!

His grinning face hovered before me for an instant then the next thing I knew, I was caught up in a frenzied kiss as he held me in his heated embrace locked seamlessly against his perfect streamline body. It was like taking a bite of an orange wedge, a citrusy sweet burst of juicy flavor filling my mouth when his tongue dipped between my parted lips. His warmth seeped through my coat, drenching my skin and his heady pine scent, stronger now than I could ever recall it previously, filled my nose pleasantly. My hands traveled over the soft skin of his muscular back, but I pulled away before I could get lost in the dense fog of sensations he stirred to life inside me. It was not soon enough, because we were already in the middle of something and the fog bank was no longer confined within me, it had spilled over to surround us and it took a few precious seconds to sufficiently clear allowing me to see where we were, reminding me why I'd pulled back in the first place.

I met his confused eyes briefly before signing, 'inside,' and urging him towards the door. He caught my meaning at once, following me in and the second the door closed behind him, he had my coat off and was helping me unzip and remove my knee-high boots. A rush of giggles erupted from my throat at his impatience, something I found completely endearing. I never wanted these needy feelings to disappear between us.

It registered briefly once he had hastily discarded my second boot and swept me back into his arms that we were steadily approaching his room and that he'd dropped my coat and shoes haphazardly on the floor along the way, leaving a trail reminiscent of Hansel and Gretel's breadcrumbs. The thought was fleeting, however, because the whole thing happened in a matter of seconds with a lag time between reality and when my brain finished processing everything to get caught up. And the image of the candy gingerbread house he was leading me to, was swiftly forgotten, replaced with the much more enthralling sight of Levi when he set me on my feet beside his bed, both of which were enough to jar me back to the present.

I felt the heat of his palms on my skin at the base of my ribcage, beneath the edge of my shirt. He watched me intently as they inched upward, leaving my skin humming everywhere he touched and my breathing becoming increasingly shallow with each rib that he passed. The pressure of his touch only substantial enough to keep from being ticklish, making it clear I was free to stop him should I want to, but as the pad of his thumb lightly grazed the sensitive underside of my breast, I knew with 100% certainty that I had no intention of doing any such thing.

Taking Taylor's recent advice and making it abundantly clear that I was alright with this, I tugged the shirt off and let my arms fall back to my sides, thankful that I had removed my bra last night before going to sleep because that was one less barrier separating us right now waiting to be eliminated. I was amazed that I felt no pressing urge to shield myself from view and a remarkable lack of embarrassment, both of which I always expected to feel when intimately exposing myself for the first time.

His heavy onyx eyes held mine as if seeking permission before dropping to see my naked breast. My skin heated under the directness of his gaze like I was sitting next to a roaring fire, almost too close because when his hands moved to cup the tender orbs, his thumbs gently passing over the pointed peaks of my nipples, it felt as if flames were licking me. I had thought he was unusually hot, but his body temperature had nothing on the heat pouring from his stare as he took in the sight of me before him.

His touch was shy and hesitant, timidly exploring as he reverently caressed me, his expression a mask of intense concentration. I stood frozen, torn between the new feelings he was invoking and watching his face, seeing the array of emotions, all with the underlying and undeniable current of love.

His fingertips slowly traced concentric circles over the sloping swell of each globe, getting smaller as they migrated towards the center where he tweaked the hardened nubs of my dusky nipples. Chill like tingles erupted across my body, flowing through me and pooling in my core, generated by his touch. The heat of his hand served to heighten the arousal I felt for him, tearing a breathy moan from deep in my chest. No one had ever touched me so intimately, seen me so exposed and I couldn't imagine this happening with anyone other than Levi.

Unable to take the mounting tension any longer, I covered his hands with mine, stilling them. He looked back up at me with a sheepish grin and I smiled reassuringly, lovingly, to let him know I didn't mind, but I selfishly needed more. Stepping forward to close the gap between us, he crossed the remaining distance, dipping down to seal our lips in a tender kiss, his hands falling to the indent of my waist, squeezing gently.

I reached down to interlock our fingers and guide our joined hands down to the rolled elastic waistband of my borrowed shorts, urging them over my hips and off. He didn't attempt to take off my lacey black panties, the last piece of clothing covering me and separating us. Instead, he eased me closer, not breaking our kiss as he stepped back to sit on his bed and pull me onto his lap where I deftly straddled him.

I promptly slid closer, pressing my core against his hard shaft and smashing my breasts to his chest. His entire body shuttered when I undulated my hips, rubbing myself along his hardened length and his hands came to rest on my upper thighs, gripping my flesh tightly. I felt desire gathering at my entrance when he bucked up, pressing harder against me and I gasped, the sound being swallowed by Levi a moment before he leaned back to look at me seriously. We stared at each other, taking a few deep, though somewhat irregular breathes to compose ourselves.

'We don't have to do anything you don't want to or that you're not ready for,' he signed carefully before brushing his thumb lightly over my cheekbone and smiling sweetly. I shivered, touched by his thoughtfulness, but knowing what I wanted and stopping wasn't it.

'I want you. I want to touch you,' I signed swallowing thickly and resting the tips of my nervous, shaking fingers against his stomach, waiting for his consent before I actually did anything.

'Whatever you want is fine,' he promised with wide eyes and that was all the invitation I needed.

Trailing my right hand down his chiseled abs, I wrapped it around his thick throbbing shaft while my left hand wandered over his chest, shoulders and back, drifting across every surface of his body as if my hand was attempting to memorize his form. I wanted to take in every detail, but their numbers were infinite and there was a more pressing task, currently straining against my right palm that required my immediate attention, which I very willingly devoted.

Glancing briefly up at him, my eyes darted to his then back to where my hand was securely holding his member. It was burning hot and it twitched beneath my fingers when my hand migrated from the base to his tip, almost causing me to release him, but I didn't. Instead, I circled my finger over the top, spreading the clear fluid over the head making his hips strain up, pushing him further into my grip.

I had no idea what I was doing and more than anything, I wanted him to enjoy this, so I was exceedingly grateful when he wrapped his hand around mine to guide it, urging it to into a steady stroking rhythm. It was unreal how even before that he seemed to enjoy my untried touch and knowing that made me never want to stop, because seeing his pleasure was like nothing I'd ever experienced before.

His body was perfect, like a carefully sculpted work of art. He was truly an Adonis, not a single flaw to be found anywhere on his body, at least none that I considered to mare rather than enhance his beauty like the three miniscule freckles on his upper chest near his left shoulder that I leaned in to kiss tenderly as I thought of them. It was still hard to believe that I was privileged enough to touch him, but I did so ardently, without hesitation as if he were a dream that could vanish at any moment and I needed to get my fill of him now, least I not have another chance to.

The part of him that currently held the majority of my attention and aroused my greatest interest, well, was larger than I ever imagined a guy was capable of being. I couldn't take my eyes off him or our joined hands, the alternating combination of warm beige and dark copper. I'd seen naked guys in pictures and movies, but never in real life. My absolute inexperience in all matters relating to males had never felt as vast or as intellectually crippling as it did today, because the ones I'd seen were nowhere near as big as Levi—maybe this was another one of the things he'd meant by enhanced as a side effect of being a wolf, though there was no way in hell I planned on asking. I'd rather remain eternally ignorant than make such an inquiry.

The speed of our tugging increased, his full pink lips parted to allow his rapid breathes that came in ragged pants and I knew that meant he was getting close. He attempted to pull my hand away, but I shook my head to let him know I didn't want to stop, but bring him to completion instead. A few jerks later, I was rewarded when he quite suddenly exploded, bucking wildly into my hand while projecting a stream of hot fluid onto our interwoven hands.

He stared at me intently and I felt the swell of emotions swirling around us, seeming strong enough to stop time and freeze this significant moment, preserving it forever. Every look and touch brought us closer in a way I'd never be able to express verbally and the fact seemed more apparent now than it ever had. When the moment passed, as each inevitably did, he reached for the discarded shirt I'd borrowed to sleep in, which he used to wipe up the evidence of his release before his focus returned to me.

'Can I—'

'Yes, please,' I signed in reply, cutting him off because I didn't need to know the question to know I'd agree to anything involving him without hesitation. He grinned excitedly, rolling me onto my back, his body settling comfortably between my parted legs with his elbows bracing him above me all in one fluid motion that felt astonishingly natural, despite the relative infancy of our physical relationship.

He kissed along the column of my neck, sucking lightly on my pulse till I moaned, his face nuzzling my throat where he could feel the vibrations producing the sound on his cheek when I did. My back bowed pushing my chest up harder against him as an unfamiliar, yet thrilling anticipation began mounting at an exponential rate when he continued his journey farther down my body. He made me feel so alive, made me want to feel this alive and to experience all these new sensations.

When his mouth captured the peak of my breast, sucking my nipple between his perfect pouty lips, I swear my heart shuttered to a screeching halt before kicking into overdrive beating double time or faster. My fists clenched, knotting in the sheets on his bed and my toes curling as his tongue swirled around the budded peak. After releasing the damp nub from the scorching cavern of his mouth to the room's cool, almost cold air where it hardened further, he proceeded to lavish the same exquisite torture on its mate making me impossibly more breathless.

His mouth continued blazing a path straight down my torso, starting in the valley between my breasts and working down to the scalloped lace edge of my panties. He sat up at that point, gazing directly into my eyes as he slipped a finger under the edge on each side by my hips, sweeping the digit lightly back and forth over my skin causing little shutters to resonate through me.

I was nearly mindless with an inexplicable longing. My body was crying out, demanding more. In my inexperience, I didn't really know what I was craving so desperately, I had no way to put it into words; I just knew that I needed Levi. I ached for him, an aching desire that only he could satisfy and the sooner the better.

I don't know what I did, or if I actually did anything at all, but he smiled briefly with a look I'd never seen from him before looking down to where he'd hooked his fingers to snag the thin material allowing him to ease it down and off my body as I struggled to control my breathing.

He bent to kiss the last place his lips had touched my body, starting where he'd left on while his hands roamed ceaselessly over my thighs and hips, never quite reaching the place I longed for them most.

His every caress was so careful, insuring that he always handled me like I was delicate, fragile, like a pristine flower petal that would bruise if touched directly. It was like he was scared to apply any substantial pressure or touch me with anything other than a light brush and I had a feeling I was right on with my suspicion, but I didn't want to mention it and ruin this.

Before it really registered what he intended to do, his mouth covered the swollen nub of my sex and I cried out at the intense pleasure that flooded my body, sending my whole system into overdrive as my senses were transported to new and unimaginable heights. I felt his tongue trace my wet slit, dancing between my folds, its pointed tip swirling around my entrance then dipping in slightly before he progressed back to stimulating my sensitive bundle of nerves once more when one of his hands finally joined his mouth at my center.

He gently eased one of his long, thick fingers inside me, pumping it in languid strokes while his tongue expertly licked my tender clit, the combination sending jolts of crackling energy radiating outward till the tips of my fingers and toes were tingling and my head was spinning so fast it was like I was floating. His other hand was busy maintaining a loose though immobilizing grip on my hips, to keep them from thrashing wildly under his intoxicating ministrations.

The pace of his actions was steadily increasing causing a corresponding tightening as my body attempted to pull my limbs in on itself like stretched rubber bands snapping back to their original length except dragging my extremities along with them. The tension built till it was practically humming at a different frequency then suddenly was released in this Krakatau-worthy eruption that while it might not be heard around the world, I swear its euphoric blast would definitely have been felt.

He crawled up my body again, kissing me chastely before moving to lie on his side and I rolled to face him, our heads resting close together, sharing a pillow while he draped a thin sheet over us. His heat flowed outward, filling the air surrounding us and warming the bed to create a perfectly toasty cocoon for me.

In that moment, staring into the deep inky pools of his expressive orbs, I saw my future and it promised a greater happiness than I ever would have dared dream for myself. His love went straight to my head in a dizzying rush that left me breathlessly giddy, just like the bubbles in a glass of champagne did. Every second I spent in his presence he managed to make me feel the depths of his love, when he looked at me I felt cherished and I had no doubt I was beautiful in his eyes.

We didn't discuss what just happened, there was no need, nor were there words to describe the significance this morning held for each of us. Never in my life had I felt as close or connected to another individual than I did to Levi right now and I basked in the certainty that our connection was not only unbreakable, but would actually continue growing stronger over time as I'd already felt it did just in the last few days since my birthday.

Eventually he laid back, pulling me close with one arm wrapped securely around me. The tender brush of his lips on my temple made me smile as I listened to his heartbeat, my eyes fluttering closed as the soothing lullaby lulled me to that peaceful existence between awake and asleep.