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In one fluid rush of movement, his mouth moved up to cover mine. He swallowed up the next cry that escaped me. Only a tiny squeak had escaped before his lips pressed against mine fully. Still, the muffled sounds didn’t stop. His finger circled around my opening, again and again, the pressure intense, the sensations exasperating in the best possible sense of the word, as he toyed with me in such a loving and gentle manner that I thought I’d lose my mind.

 

To die in such sweet torture couldn’t be all bad, I thought, my brain irrational, my love all encompassing. His fierce kisses, each press of his lips, his tongue sweeping inside my mouth, were the only things that kept me from alerting the others that we were awake. I wiggled under him, pressed my body up against his, demanding more, as he suffocated me with zealous kisses.

 

He answered by inching that same finger torturing me inside of me, leaving me a trembling mess as my inner walls gripped at him, wanting more. The more I moved, groaned, I could now feel his length resting heavy on my leg. When he finally reached that soft spot inside of me, the one that would shatter me, bring down the world around us, he removed his finger, left me open and wanting, in a desperate frenzy to have him.

 

That heat in my core grew, became visible around us, I saw when I dared open my eyes. Looking down my body, I saw his erection standing out full and strong, poised to enter me. While I watched it bob from his movement, and then him wrestle it into a condom he’d pulled from his discarded jeans pocket, he looked over me again, leaving me to feel like I was the most gorgeous, enticing thing he’d ever seen, leaving me to wait for him as I basked in the feelings of being loved and treasured.

 

That energy of mine swirled around us, faster, the brightness a thick, dense light now that left us wonderfully cut off from the world. My magic embraced us in a circle of light. It didn’t blind, though he blinked a few times. Yet, it tingled along my skin like static electricity, only more profound than anything I’d ever felt that way before. He lowered his body to mine. His face nuzzled into my neck, kissing, sucking on my sensitive skin, growing more passion, a more manic longing, if possible at this point, even with the hint of a tickle. Finally, in one swift, glorious movement, his hard cock entered my softness. With my thighs pressing at his waist, my knees bent around him, I used my calves and heels to force him into me deeper. Though, despite my attempts, he used his upper body strength to continue his slow descent.

 

The small scrapes of his teeth on my flesh soothed by his warm tongue made me continue my fight for air. We soon found a rhythm, one unsettled with a build-up of need, as we grabbed and moved, shifted and manipulated, to fashion ourselves together as one entity. The strong and steady fire of this moment coursed like hot lava through my veins, making my heart beat in time with his.

 

My magic, the light forgotten with my eyes, closed tightly, but still the brightness turned my eyelids orange, spotted them with red. I recklessly disregarded it. I let it surge, do its thing. I didn’t know what to do with it anyway, so I had to just let go and trust my body. I’d never intentionally hurt him, so why should it? It was a part of me. So, I let it go, ignored it for all intents and purposes. All I knew now was the feel of him tangled up with me.

 

“I love you, Christina,” Lex whispered in my ear with his deep baritone that curled my toes. Tears, hot and welcome, filled my eyes as the words, the honest sentiment, flowed over me while his body generously continued to invade mine.

 

I greedily took every inch he offered me as my inner walls gripped his cock. In and out, the engorged flesh led me to the beginning of some shaky contractions rippling through my stomach, making it hard for me to find my voice in that moment.

 

I pressed on, though, moving with him, finding just the slightest amount of air to get out, “I love you, too, my Lex, my wolf.”

 

The world seemingly stopped just for us as I rode the high. My body convulsing, contracting, trembling around him, we came together. The thought that nothing in my life would ever be the same again made me smile as we just held each other through the last of our post-orgasmic tremors.

 

Chapter Two

 

Back in my own apartment to pack, my room having been mostly spared of the werewolf attacks last night, I hit her picture on my cell phone to call my friend Chloe with shaky fingers. In fact, my fingers had been so shaky that I’d hit the camera, the click of which taking a picture of my shoes, startling me, but I managed to not growl at the phone as I got it back to where I could try to call her again.

 

“Hey, Chloe,” I said into the phone, still not sure how I was going to explain my sudden trip with my new boyfriend Lex to my best friend, leaving out all the werewolf protector, Royal, and magical bloodline, and horrid attacks that were the point of the trip.

 

All I had to offer was to remind her of the guy who had loved and left me after a one night stand, making me a crazy lady for weeks to reconnect with him, that he was now, after only a few nights together again, taking me far away, spur of the moment, and I had no idea when I would be back. Not at all sure how that would go over, I had to call her nonetheless. 

 

Chloe was my lifelong best friend, and other than a few instances of holding back, I’d always confided everything in her eventually. This trip, though, and my new family, Royal bloodline, and powers and all... none of that I could tell, and I didn’t know if I ever would be able to. The weight of the lies I hadn’t even told yet, hadn’t even fully created, already weighed on me as I heard Chloe’s lively voice on the other end of the phone.

 

“Well, look who emerges from under her new boyfriend. At least I assume, since I haven’t heard from you. I could only, again, assume, things were going well if I wasn’t getting a call, so I didn’t want to bug, although, it is killing me to know what happened since you saw him again in the club. So, spill it, girl!”

 

Chloe had ended that introductory spiel with a laugh. The high-pitched musical, unbelievably familiar sound, while usually comforting, set my every nerve on edge. It’s not like my nerves had far to go between excitement and nerves, but still, the reaction perplexed me. I’d always run to Chloe, not away from her. Here I was leaving, for an indefinite amount of time, for one of the biggest moments of my life, and all I could do was come up with some frail and ridiculous story for my best friend who’d seen me through thick and thin.

 

Swallowing hard, then clearing my throat, I still failed to find the words, the lie, to tell her that wouldn’t bring about her protective nature. I ran my tongue over my lips, failing to wet them with my dry tongue. I’d already broken out in a cold sweat pacing the room, my ear sweating against the phone. One quick look in the mirror showed pale lips and wide eyes. Thankfully, she wasn’t here to see me, or I could have never pulled off lying to her.

 

“Christina, are you there? Can you hear me now?” Chloe said into the phone, playing out the usual lost call joke. “Because, I can only hear your heavy breathing. Something going on with Mr. Sexy? You want to call me back?”

 

“No. Nothing like that,” I managed, though failed to come up with anything more to say.

 

“Okay. Then what is it like? What is going on with you, with this guy?”

 

“Well, you assumed right. It has definitely gone well between Lex and I. We had some rocky moments of course, at first, maybe even after from time to time, but overall, things have gone really, really, well,” I began, mixing what vague truths I could into my not-coming-easily lies, rolling my eyes at myself before looking over at Lex who stood just like a bodyguard, feet out to shoulder width, hands clasped behind his back, looking out the window while I semi-talked and packed.

 

After a brief pause while I shoved underwear, bras, socks, and other necessary unmentionables into a zippered section in the smaller of my two suitcases, Chloe added, her voice rather abrupt, “Details. I need details. Do not hold out on me, here!”

 

I sighed, as much from what my friend had said as from my apparent lack of sexy underwear. Shoving and sorting simultaneously, I made a count of seven of my cutest sets, a sad showing of some floral, mostly cotton numbers with two sets in pale silks, and gave up on that part of the packing project. At some point, now that someone was seeing them, I needed to go shopping for some lazy, black, silky numbers.

 

“Details?” I said, mostly questioning myself, demanding my brain find something I could divulge to at least appease her for now as I moved on to the next drawer to pack some pajamas, t-shirts, and leggings, not quite knowing what I’d need on a private island with a mansion to meet my Royal family. “Well, I don’t know. It is all so much that honestly my head is still spinning. I wouldn’t know where to start. But, suffice it to say, a lot went down. I have learned so much about him. And, right now, I’m feeling on top of the world after having had some intense, but sweet morning sex.”

 

Lex turned from the window with his eyebrows raised, so I offered him an exasperated shrug of my shoulders. When my arms had shot up with the t-shirt in my hand, my favorite green one with some motivational saying on it, the material of it swiped across my face, making me fumble the phone. Catching it at the last minute before it actually hit the ground, killing my friend’s eardrum in the process, I sighed out loud this time as Lex let out a laugh.

 

“Oh, he’s there,” Chloe answered. “I get why you are clamming up on me now. Alright. I shall wait a little longer for those intimate, sexy details. I’m just glad to hear from you. Really I am. You have been on my mind all weekend. And, I’ll admit, that some sixth sense has had me endlessly worried about you. I had to force myself not to call or come by, to trust that if you needed me you would call. Sounds like I’m no psychic, though, that I had nothing to worry about.”

 

“No, you are no psychic then, as I have been fine,” I lied, my stomach rolling, clenching over the guilt that was souring it. “And, after the way things were the last time I saw you, I figured you would be concerned. That is why I’m calling. I wanted to let you know I was okay. Actually, I’m more than okay. I’m packing as we speak.”

 

“Packing?” my friend exclaimed.

 

“Yes. Packing. You know, folding clothes, stacking them as neatly as you can manage, though it seems I’m failing miserably, into suitcases, figuring out what exactly it is you will need when someone is being elusive with the details as to where you are going, what you will be doing and all,” I went on, ripping a shirt from the closet I’d moved on to.

 

When I went to fold it, unhappy with the results, and shook it out before attempting to fold it again, Lex came over, took it from my hands, and went to work on the folding himself. After making a nice square out of my long burgundy sweater that quite impressed me, he came around the bed to shoo me out of the room. I stifled my giggle when his hand smacked my ass, giving me one last push out of my bedroom. I then stifled my huff as he nudged me further out of my own room. If his sexy smile hadn’t been the last thing I’d seen, I may have marched right back in. Instead, I relented, and gave my friend on the phone my full attention.

 

“I’ve got this,” he whispered in my phone-less ear.

 

He opened the door again seconds later, only a crack, as if he’d had second thoughts on his actions. I nodded my consent, or the fact I’d given in, giving him permission to close the door again. This left me, once again, face to face with my empty, but at least clean, living room. The cleaners the Royals had called in last night after the wolf battle here had demolished the place had done nice work of getting my broken-up furniture from the room.

 

Everything I’d owned, from a simple couch to a chair and tables, had been overturned or broken into pieces. Twice actually. They’d only cleaned up after the first attack before the second one had occurred. Beyond removing the remains of the furniture, they’d ripped up the torn and blood-stained carpet. You would be amazed what werewolf claws could do to even a slightly plush carpet. The cleaners had also scrubbed down, I’d guessed, the freshly painted walls, as it smelled more like a stringent cleaner than a fresh paint smell. Blood had been all over them like a murder scene you would see on TV.

 

I cringed at the memory, though not a trace of last night’s bloody battle remained, save for the glaring fact that the room remained completely empty. They hadn’t yet started to refill the room with new things. I tried to be thankful that nothing save from a broken window had been hurt in my bedroom, so I still had clothes to pack.

 

Focus on the positive, Christine, I challenged as well as reprimanded myself.

 

“Christina,” Chloe exclaimed, making me do a ridiculous jump-and-turn move as if she stood somewhere in the room with me.

 

“Yes,” I said, realizing I’d let the phone slip from my ear as I’d taken in the room.

 

“Are you kissing your boyfriend or something rather than listening to me? You call me and then don’t talk. How rude,” she teased, though it had a nervously high pitch to it.

 

“Ah, no, just got distracted, sorry, pretty sleepless night,” I sighed, realizing quickly that I should have made that sound like a good thing.

 

“Well, I can only imagine since you aren’t telling me anything, but you don’t sound too happy about that. Letting that go, for now anyway, back to the current or more important question at hand, what are you packing for?” Chloe demanded, starting to get an edge to her voice, something that was usually hard to do with my friend, so I figured it for more worry than usual on my behalf.

 

“Well,” I stammered, forming the lie as it came out, “Lex is taking me on some romantic getaway. He’s, uh… well, he’s not saying where, just somewhere nice, beautiful, and magical really. I think he mentioned an island. Yeah. An island.”

 

“And, you’re going? You are going to let a mere stranger take you to some unknown destination? This doesn’t sound like you at all, and I shouldn’t have to say that it’s not the safest thing to do. And, this coming from the more adventurous of us two. Even I wouldn’t do that. I watch CSI, you know?” she half scolded and half joked, though her voice sounded beyond irritated now.

 

“Well, yeah. I watch those shows, too, and I know where you are going with your argument, but, things between us... well, I can’t really explain them,” I mumbled truthfully. “You know all the stories you read that mention love at first sight?”

 

“You mean you read about mostly, but yes, I know, the fictional stuff. Hence the word ‘fictional’.”

 

“Yes, fictional, but it seems it’s all true. I honestly love him, Chloe. And, there isn’t a doubt in my mind about that fact. I’m sure that sounds crazy, but it’s true. I love Lex. And, he loves me. Coming from someone who doesn’t trust easily, you must know the significance of that. He had good reasons for blowing me off the first time.”

 

“What reasons?” she asked, making me realize I’d slipped and said too much.

 

“It’s complicated. Please, for now, though I know I’m asking a lot, please, please, just trust me, that I am a sane person who knows what she’s doing. Regardless, but I’d prefer to leave knowing I have your support, your blessing, that you are happy for me… anyway, I am, as wild and unlike me as it sounds, going on this trip he’s offered me. I deserve it.”

 

As I spoke the words, they proved a pep talk to myself that I did need to go, not only away with Lex, but to meet my family, distant bloodline or not. I needed answers as much as they needed to figure out my powers. Plus, I needed to get away to be safe. If the empty living room and kitchen in my apartment hadn’t been enough to remind me of the violence, then looking out the window at the almost desolate apartment parking lot due to the fact that the cleaners had pulled some strings to have the apartment building evacuated, had to be. The sight had sent me over the edge into unnerved and suddenly unsure thought, coupled with the fact that I was on the phone lying to my best friend about it all.

 

I wasn’t a good liar, and had never experienced such a thing as the last few days, the hatred and the love, so I felt like I was suddenly losing it when earlier this morning I’d been so sure of myself, of my decisions. The brutal images of last night’s battle right here in my apartment, werewolf tearing apart werewolf, were still too fresh in my memory to ignore despite the scent of cleaners. I obviously needed Lex to get through. He’d been the only difference between now and then, me being sure and unsure. The realization at least brought me comfort in my decision to leave with him, though I’d exhausted myself in getting there.

 

“You do deserve it,” Chloe said, her voice soft, bringing me out of the insane rantings of my own brain. “And, I’m happy for you; it’s just, I need a moment. I’m in shock is all. And, I’ll admit, a bit worried. He’s not even telling you where you are going? I mean, I don’t want to rain on your parade, but doesn’t that sound like the start of one of those murder mysteries you read? Maybe you will understand more if I put it on the level of something you are familiar with. You mentioned the love at first sight element of romance books, so let me remind you of the dangers you can learn of in crime fiction. You know. Cute guy. Love at first sight. Romantic getaway. Murder case.”

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