“Keep it here,” Mark rested Savannah’s bag in her room while Sheila tried to keep the curtains on the patio slider.
“Green?” Mark raised a brow.
“Yeah, Savannah’s favorite color is green.” Sheila smiled.
“What about the living room window?”
“I have a white one for that.” Sheila pointed.
“Where can I put this pot, mommy,” Monique tried to help them out.
“There,” Savannah pointed near the window.
They settled her room.
“When will Jenny come?”
“Her classes will start next week. She will come next week, I guess.” Savannah informed.
Anyone can read the stress line on Sheila’s face. Savannah settled next to her and grabbed her hand.
“I know you are worried about me.”
“I am sorry I hurt you, but I promise you I will take the pills on every full moon night and will do nothing that will hurt you.”
Savannah made puppy eyes, and Sheila’s heart melted.
“Oh! Baby, I love you too.” “Just be careful, and if you think something is wrong...”
“I will call you, I promise.”
“And I will not show my mark to anyone.” Savannah hugged.
They left her alone, and she got busy arranging her closet and putting on the earplugs.
She was busy and couldn’t recognize when the sun went down, and it became dark.
“Woah,” she came out to see how intense the woods looked in the night. Same as she saw in her nightmares. She smiled, thinking horror movies still haunted her mind.
Fortunately, there were many students in the building, and no abandoned cottage could approve her curiosity.
“Hey Jenny,” Savannah called and showed her the view.
“Damn, it’s scary.”
“No, it’s not. It’s deep,” Savannah chuckled.
“Oh, yeah, that is why you are a history student,” Jenny rolled her eyes.
“Well, I am visiting my uncle this week, and I will join you next week.”
“Bring my favorite cow boots from Texas,” Savannah warned.
“What did I hear, Jerry?”
“Shut up,” Savannah frowned, thinking she had promised Sheila.
“No, I promised my aunt.”
“Seriously? Aren’t you allowed to kiss?”
“Don’t tease me, Jenny.” Her eyes shifted towards the wood as someone was watching from there.
“Savannah,”
“Yeah,”
“Are you lost in Jerry’s thought?”
“No, I think I saw someone?”
“Who, Jerry?” Jenny laughed,
Savannah entered her room, as she could still see the woods through her glass patio doors.
“Shut up,”
She placed the phone on the table, wrapped her hair in a messy bun, and took off her shirt and skirt.
“What are you doing? Being naked in front of me would not help you.” Jenny teased.
“Going for a quick shower.” Savannah rolled her eyes.
“Ok,”
Savannah’s eyes shifted as they reminded her to close the curtains.
“Shit,”
“What happened?”
“I forgot to close the curtains.” She consciously ran.
“Well, who is going to see you from the woods? An apeman?” Jenny laughed.
“I don’t know. It’s just I am conscious enough not to roam around in bra and panty.”
“Yeah, well, I have to rush. Talk to you later.”
She hung up the phone and entered the bathroom. After spending a long time in her new shower, she was all set to sleep in her cozy bed.
She wrapped herself in her unicorn towel and walked out. A shock crossed her face for a second, looking at the patio door.
It was slightly open,
“I closed it, didn’t I?” she shook her head and closed it again.
She changed her clothes and snuggled into her bed, closed the light, and sent a goodnight message to her aunt.
While she was sleeping, someone was watching her through the woods. Her first encounter made him curious enough to come and check on this girl. He waited a long time, watching her decorating her room, dancing to her favorite songs. And there she took off her clothes; a sudden urge claimed inside him, but because of the distance, he could not get a clear vision of her body, and before his nostrils hit her fragrance, she closed the patio door and covered it with a curtain.
A snarl came out of his chest. He looked around and checked the perimeter and jumped into her patio.
He could hear the water sound from the bathroom; she was enjoying her shower while his eager soul searched her clothes.
He sniffed her T-shirt deeply, trying to see something that could hint to him about her, but she was merely a human to him.
The shower stopped, and willy-nilly, he jumped out of the patio, leaving the door open behind his back.
He saw her confused, looking at the open door, and left when she closed the light.
He reached his apartment and opened his patio door to enter the house. A strong smell covered his nose, and he clutched someone on the left side of the door.
“Didn’t I tell you I don’t like to play hide and seek?” he snarled.
The lady whose neck was still handling his pressure smiled; she snapped her index and thumb, making his strong arm move immediately.
“And I told you, your so-called superpower will not work on me,” she winked and waved her hand toward the room, and every candle lit up.
He rolled his eyes and took off his T-shirt.
“Where were you?”
“Went for a run,” he smirked.
She came closer to him, trailing her long nails on his chiseled chest, “It seems a tiring run,”
“It was,” he smoked.
“Looking for a mate or she-wolf?” She winked.
He clutched her hair and pulled her neck up. “Lycans don’t do, mate; we fuck hard,”
She smirked in pain, shooting at the back of her neck and head.
“What about a hot sex night with this witch?”
“Can she sustain a Lycan?”
“I think so,” he smirked, and bit her lips hard.
“You are going to regret this,” he murmured in her mouth.
“Oh! I want to regret it.” She husked back.
He picked her up, and she wrapped her feet around his waist; pulling his head back, she bit on his neck.
He dashed her against the wall as the effect of the painting fell to the ground. He ripped her top, exposing her push-up bra, giving him an uncontrollable lust to fill in his eyes and nibble her swells.
He slid his hand on the back and opened those traitor hooks that acted as a barrier.
With one flick, he opened her and set her free from her clothes.
He claimed her lips again, tasting every bit of her sweet mouth; he bit her lower lip, which turned into a moan when his hands pinched her pebbles into his index and thumb.
He was hard, and she could feel how eagerly he wanted to poke underneath her pants.
She placed her hand on his broad shoulder and pushed him a bit.
“What?”
“Stop,”
“I thought this witch desired more than that,”
She licked his lips and said, “I desire everything,”
“But before I have to show you the heaven,”
She slid down and cocked her head up. “Don’t tease a Lycan. He will rip you apart,” he warned. She stroked his pants and pulled them down. She nuzzled her nose on his member, making him growl. Slowly, she pulled his last piece of cloth down his waist, which acted as the barrier between her and him. As she took off, his serpent showed his presence. Now she had to choose which part she needed to give attention to; she licked the attentive balls and kept the same presence throughout the top. She swiped the pre-cum on her warm, glossy lips, making it glow in the shimmering light. And there she opened her mouth and engulfed his serpent in the warmth of her mouth. He clutched her hair back to see this beautiful view where she was taking him all in without gagging, touching the base of his stomach. Her hand worked hard to shaft his member, but she couldn’t hold it for over ten seconds. She promised she would not gag this time, but swallowing him down her throat was difficult, sucking
BEEP BEEP BEEP That was the most annoying sound for not a morning person. Savannah crowded her face on the pillow and covered herself with the warm duvet. Her hand trailed to shut down this annoying noise disturbing her beauty sleep. “Not now,” she groaned with heavy lashes, ready to shut down. It was a peaceful time when nobody was there to disturb her. No one was there calling her name. She thought of sleeping for five more minutes, and when she woke up, it was already nine. She scanned the time, and her eyes widened in shock. The lecture has already started, and it would not be a good impression to be late on the first day. Willy-nilly jumped out of her bed and finished her morning business. She took a quick shower that alerted her sleepy senses. Wore a gray sweater and black jeans. The weather is getting colder in this area. She wore her sneakers, grabbed her bag, locked the door, and ran, knowing she would be the last person to enter her class. She cursed for being late an
“Hello, Aunty,” Savannah called Sheila. “How was your first day?” She bit her tongue, but she promised she would hide nothing from her aunt. “Well, because I woke up late, I missed a few minutes of my class.” “Before you scold me, I promise I will be careful next time.” Sheila smiled, “Good.” “Did you meet any of your professors?” “Yeah, my anthropology professor,” “What about the rest?” “Well, today I have only two classes. My other teacher is Miss Elena Valussi,” “Is she hot?” Mark teased. “Would you like to have a punch in your face?” Sheila asked nicely. Savannah laughed, watching them. “I will let you know once I see her.” “I am going to her class, okay bye,” She hung up the phone and entered her class. With a warm welcome, Elena greeted freshman students. They attended her lecture related to occult studies and human dimensions. A thought came to Savannah’s mind, asking about body marks. She waited for the class to dismiss and walked to her teacher. “Miss Elena, I
Last night was quite uncomfortable for Savannah. When Jenny called her, Savannah was excited to know about the mark, but the things Jenny mentioned didn’t satisfy her craving to see the fact; instead, it created doubts. “So I found out this mark represents being a slave.” “What? What kind of slave?” “I am not sure, but...” “It’s some kind of supernatural ritual to enslave the entire bloodline for pleasure.” It seems surreal, but anything was possible in the old days. Being a history student, she believes there could be possibilities. “What rubbish?” Savannah snapped. “Don’t get angry with me; someone answered me on the internet.” “And you wanted me to believe this shit,” “No, I don't even believe it. But whoever answered me, at least he pointed us in a direction.” Jenny argued. “What direction? And who is he, by the way?” Savannah wiggled her brows. “I don’t know, some crazy wolf.” “But the thing is, we can find old rituals and things. I suggest you talk to your Anthropol
Savannah entered the library and looked for books to help her with the project. Now she was alone in this situation. She has to do both the fieldwork and the research work. She thought to ask for help from that old adult librarian, but yesterday’s encounter was fresh in her mind, and he might not help her with these things.There was no one she could ask for help, and with those trains of thought, she headed towards a desktop to check the books she needed to find on the same topic. She jotted down the address and scoured for it.“Oh my god,” when she approached the row, the book seemed to be at the top of the shelf, which was definitely not in her reach with her short height.She looked around for a tall person to help her, but found none. Once lost searching for a person, she chose to climb on her own with the help of a ladder.Luckily, the ladder was in the next lane, where that older man had left her before heading for lunch. She grabbed the heavy wooden pieces and dragged them to
He hovered his body over her, and she looked up, holding the pencil between her lips. “Did I do something wrong?” “Yes, you provoked me.” His eyes turned a shade darker, and hers carried the fear of the following intention. She stood gently, heaving low breaths, and looked at his stiff expressions. Before she could say anything, he clutched her arms. “Professor... I can leave.” Her hand rested against his chest. He leaned close. “You shouldn’t have done this.” He looked away, trying his best to resist his urge. She wrinkled her brows in confusion, wanting to know what she was not supposed to do, and she sucked her lower lips in nervousness. “Fuck,” he claimed her lips like he was feasting on her soul. She resisted, but he didn’t stop, pushing her to the limit where she melted in his warmth. His dominating mouth hovered over hers while the tongue made its way into her sweet mouth. Her hazel orbs were wide open, trying to think through, and he was close, focusing on his feed. She
Savannah looked around as the sky filled with a night and sprinkled stars to guide their way. “Where are we going?”“Oh! There is a beautiful spot over there. I want to show you.”They headed towards it, but his phone started buzzing, displaying Amor’s name.“Yes, brother,”“I am on a college campus.”“With a friend.” he rolled his eyes.He listened to him for a minute, and his expression could tell Savannah he was getting scolded by the elder brother.“Fine,”He hung up the phone and looked at her smiling face.“Bad moment?”“Bad brother,” he replied in a pissed-off voice.“He wanted me to come back and warned me not to roam in the mountains alone.”“Why? What’s wrong with the mountains?”“Nothing, there are wild animals, especially wolves,”“Then we should head back. I don’t want to get eaten by a wolf.” she chuckled.“But I wanted to show you the spot. It’s beautiful.”She arched her brows, trying to stay calm when he wanted to act against his brother’s will. “We will see it next t
Her senses were all over the place, and everything blurred out momentarily. With less sense of direction, she ran towards the restroom. Her body was on fire, especially the mark on her back.She locked the door and checked every block. No one was there to see her horrible condition. She took off her sweater and turned to see her mark was burning like somebody had burned her body with a hot iron. Scared as hell, she couldn’t believe the marks were coming on her entire body like somebody trying to come out. But her focus was on her shoulder blade; she hissed, touching it. The claw mark on her skin scorched her layer by layer.“What is happening to me?” She cried and washed her mark with water. But as the water touched the spot, it evaporated. She needed her aunt. It was not a usual thing to endure on her own.The burning settled a bit when washed the mark continuously as long as it took her to calm down. She wore her sweater back and washed her face. She was one shade of red, and her sk