ward
(w•oar•d)
transitive verb.
to keep watch over : guard
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Jackson Ward is next in line to take over as Alpha for his pack, the Sylvan Ash Pack. He has a reputation for being strong, iron-willed, and intimidating. He is an only child who li...
Our home had been transformed into a place that was truly ours. Beth, Luca, and I had become very close. Jackson was settling into his role as Alpha very well. It was still difficult to wrap my head around the idea of being Luna, but I was trying my best. I had just gotten the traditional piercing that identifies the Luna as such; an industrial ear piercing. It wasn't necessary for a Luna, of course, but it was a sign of nobility. Respect. Anyone who spotted that piercing would immediately know they are speaking with a Luna.
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Jackson held my hand as I had my ear pierced, but it wasn't a bad experience. I was much better at handling pain these days.
I had spent the evening watching a movie with Jackson at home. We sat in a living area that had a large tv, and a big, comfy sectional. Jackson was lying against the corner of the sectional, while I was lying on top of him. I rested my head on his chest while he trailed his fingers up and down my spine. My feet rubbed against his as our legs tangled together. The couple on screen kissed in the rain, and I craved that type of intimacy with my mate. I looked up at his face while placing my chin on his chest.
He didn't notice me watching him, as he kept his eyes on the screen. His skin was a stunning golden sienna that my sickly, pale skin envied. I knew he must have inherited this from his mother, and I pondered to myself how beautiful she must have been. His lips were soft in comparison to his callused hands that held me. He tasted like nectar from the sweetest flower. It was something I craved. Even more now. Now that he was almost afraid to have any intimate moments with me.
I wanted him to hold me like he used to. To wrap me completely in his muscular arms while he took me without fear of breaking me. While he reached places in me I never wanted him to leave. I was nearly desperate for that. To be filled like that. To feel complete with him.
I didn't realize a single tear had fallen until Jackson looked down at me and wiped it away with his thumb.
"What's wrong, my love?" he asked with that deep, masculine voice that sent shivers through my very soul. I couldn't stand it anymore as I leaned forward and caught his lips in mine. He was surprised for a moment, but placed his hand on the side of my neck and kissed me back. His lips moved against mine, but I wanted more of him. Needed more of him.
I moved down his neck and began suckling at my mark on his skin. He drew in a sharp breath and growled quietly. This only made me harden. But he began gently pulling me back.
"Ben-" I didn't even let him finish his protest as I moved down and lifted his shirt in one swift movement. I took one his nipples in my mouth while running my fingers along his abs. His heavenly abs that the Greek gods must have envied. He let out a loud, deep groan at this as his breathing became deeper.
