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“When I Look at You”
     
Chapter 23  (Amy)    

    It hurt.  My stomach hurt, my body ached, I just wanted to curl up and die.  Please make it stop.

    “Sweetie” I heard Tabby call out my name.

    I moaned in answer and felt a cool cloth against my forehead.

    “Will somebody get off their ass and bring him here” I heard Tabby speak to someone else in the room.

    The conversation went on for a few more minutes, but the words began to run together.  I didn’t care what they were saying any longer.  I just wanted this cursed heat to go away.

    The door slammed  and I heard Tabby’s soft voice at my ear again.

    “Just a few more minutes, sweetie.  Hold on, it will be just a few more minutes.” she cooed while stroking my hair.

    “Yea” I managed to croak between my trembling lips.  I wasn’t sure what I was agreeing to, I just wanted her to shut up.

    We sat there in Tabby’s room surrounded by blessed darkness while I shivered in pain and prayed for strength from the Moon Goddess.

    Some time later I felt Tabby move from the bed and I got scared.  I didn’t want to be alone.  Steven left me, I wouldn’t survive if Tabby did too.  I wanted to reach out for her but I was to afraid to move my arms from around me.  If I moved them then my body may just fall apart. 

    It was a hell of a situation to be in and then I felt it.  I felt that warm touch.  I knew that touch.  I opened my eyes wide and spoke “Stevie?”

    “It’s me baby, I will never you leave you again” he promised.

    “Stevie” I repeated with my raspy voice.

    “Sssh baby, Please don’t cry” he said to me and that was the first time that I felt the wetness trickling down my cheeks.

    In seconds I felt myself being lifted into the comfort of his lap.  I sighed in relief.  The feel of his body surrounding me inistantly helped to relieve some of the harsher effects of the heat.  He rocked me back and forth and slowly the shaking dissipated.  As I became more relaxed, his scent called out to me like a sweet elixir.  It was strong and heady, it was my mate.

    Now that the painful tremors eased, other desires began to burn.  I inhaled a deep breath and let my mates scent wash over me.  He was really here holding me in his arms.

    Lifting up I instinctively pressed my lips up to his neck.  His skin tasted divine, the perfect mixture of masculinity and salty male.

    He lifted me from his lap and laid me out on the bed.   A whine of protest escaped my lips at the loss of body heat.  He bent down and brushed a tender kiss across my lips.  Feeling his enlarged cock pressed against my side I then understood exactly what he was doing.  I felt his hand roam over the mark that he had given me and arched from the sheer volt of desire that went straight to my center. 

    Before I could think any longer his mouth came crashing on mine.  He growled his pleasure and I answered with a hungry growl of my own.  He nibbled at my lower lip and I opened my mouth wide.  His tongue darted in my mouth mimicking the ritualistic mating dance that I was burning so hot for. I licked and sucked on his tongue as if it was the very drink of life sustaining me.  The kiss was so animalistic, like nothing that I had ever experienced before.

    My wolf had taken over and I was glad to give her the reigns.  Stevie‘s wolf had come forward as well, definitely on the prowl.  This was a mating of the wolves, rather than a mating of the humans.  There was nothing that either of us could do but let nature take its course. 

    Stevie’s eyes dilated and then narrowed solely on me.  He gave me a look that was so focused it should have been dangerous.  He reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt.  In one tug he ripped the shirt in half and my breasts were bared to him.  My nipples puckered to taunt points and when the cool air made contact to my sensitive skin they hardened even further.

    “Beautiful” he whispered as his hand lightly grazed over one of the sensitive buds.

    Another moan slipped from my mouth when he leaned down and I felt the roughness of his tongue brush over the nipple.  In the next second he drew it into the roof of his mouth and sweet heaven, it felt so damn good.

    I wrenched both of my hands roughly into his hair and held him tightly to me as he made a meal of my breasts.  After giving both breasts the proper amount of attention he lifted his head and the sheer need in his eyes matched my own.