"Do you want me, Cleo? Do you want me like I want you?"I didn't even have to think about that. There was a hot pool of liquid in between my legs right now, my panther was going fucking crazy, hell, I was going fucking crazy. Never did I imagine Ike to be like this. I knew we'd sleep together eventually, because hey, I have needs. But I really didn't come over here to smash and dash.I want to say that, I do. But instead I moan and say, "Please Ike, I want you so bad." He growls, and rips my shorts down to my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off, and watch as he pulls one leg of his pants off, too impatient to mess with the other."You want me inside you?" He asks, returning to my neck. He trails kisses down my collar bone, biting every once in a while. I nod, closing my eyes and rolling my head to the side. He brings his mouth to my ear, and wraps one hand around my throat, squeezing softly. "Beg."I feel my stomach flip and the insane heat and tension building in my lower abdom

The look on Ike's face tells me everything I need to know. Disgust. Horror."What... happened?" He asks, backing away from me to sit on the couch that we had had sex on mere minutes ago.I sigh, moving to sit across from him. I fold into myself as tightly as possible. I have never told the story of my family's death to anyone."I was six the first time I changed. A lot younger than werewolves typically change. It happened while I was playing one day. I remember backing myself into a corner of the yard, wondering what the hell was happening. My parents always told me I wouldn't change until I was at least ten, as late as thirteen. I remember the sound of my claws scratching against the hardwood floor when they tried bringing me inside. I remember them staring at me in horror. That's when everything started going wrong." I looked at Ike, who was staring at the floor and not me anymore. Give him a chance to hear your side of the story."At first I was excited. I was a badass panther! Wha

She was staring at me.She had told me that she killed her parents, she had told me why, too. And I really only judged her for not doing it sooner. They sounded cruel, and petty, and selfish. It made me angry that the first half of her life had been so lonely and unfair. I wanted nothing more than to change that.But the way she was looking at me right now, made me feel anxious. Was this it? Was she finally going to reject me? This was going to hurt. A lot. I was already developing serious feelings for her mean ass."I want to be your mate." She suddenly spit out. As soon as she said it, I could hear her heart rate increase, I could feel her leg muscles tensing up, and she refused to look me in the eye. I cocked my head at her. "I just... I don't know. I like you. And I want to keep... liking you. I guess." She looked at me then, and I could feel my mind going blank. Was this for real? Or some mean joke?"Is this a joke?" I heard myself asking. Are you fucking stupid? My wolf asked, a

It had been light out when I fell asleep, but when I finally pried my eyes open, it was dark and still in Ike's bedroom. I turned ever so slightly to look over my shoulder, trying hard to not wake Ike.He was out cold, snoring softly. He looked sweet and innocent when he was sleeping. I didn't want to leave. Then don't. I rolled my eyes at my panther. She knew I had to. Just because I had said I wanted to be his mate didn't mean I was ready to bear his children and clean his toilet. I would lick his toilet clean. Ew. And I thought I was nasty.It took me a full three minutes to get off the bed, just because I was trying really hard to not wake Ike up. Luckily it appeared he wasn't too much of a light sleeper, though most shifters were. Good hearing and all that.I quickly but quietly pulled back on the clothes he had previously pulled off me, and tiptoed into the hallway. My heart hurt at the thought of how sad he would be when he woke up and found me gone, but I didn't want to lose m

I was currently pulling out every pair of pants I owned, trying to find something that wasn't black leggings or the one pair of jeans in my collection. I had worn those last time with Ike and I didn't want him to think I only owned one pair of actual pants. Even though I did only own one pair of actual pants.I mean, I have work pants. Slacks and a couple skirts. But I'm not wearing fucking slacks to a bonfire in the woods with a bunch of werewolves. And I don't want to look like I'm trying too hard by wearing a skirt. And what if someone tries to fight me and I end up panty flashing everyone while I'm locked in glorious combat?You're way over thinking this. You're probably right. I think as I sit on the edge of my bed, surrounded by my discarded and rejected clothes. It's just a bonfire. It'll be cold. Just wear a nice hoodie and your boots. I know the only reason my panther was helping me right now was because she was worried I'd freak myself out and not go. And?In the end, I list