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Alessio POV
The road was lonely and dragged on as far as I could see. Home was still a long way from here, and the thought was slightly depressing as well as uplifting. It was just me, my Mate, and the open road. "Can I show you something?"
"Of course!" Her eyes were bright as they met mine across the space of the car, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of emotion as I pulled off the road and parked. There was a question in her eyes, but she didn't speak, even as I unbuckled and walked around to her side of the car. Opening her door, I held out my hand as she stepped out of the car with a smile, hand finding mine. "This is usually the part in the horror movie where you turn out to be a crazy psychotic killer..."
"Mhm, baby, I don't think so..." Tugging her against me, I winked down at her as my finger traced her jawline before tipping her chin. "That part of my life is over..." Chuckling as she paled, I shook my head before lowering it a mere inch in front of hers. "I would never- will never, could never- hurt you, Luna." Then her soft lips met mine, and I forgot my sudden anger- even still, she doubts me, which I suppose is understanding, if we weren't Mates'...!
As the kiss grew in length and intensity, I felt my Wolf rise to the surface. He wanted her, and he wanted her right then. 'Not right now!' Growling, I shook my head and slowly pulled away, conscious of the way my Wolf howled impatiently for his Mate to come back to him. 'If you force her into anything that she doesn't want, she will hate you, and you know it...!'
Even the tone of voice inside my own mind was triumphant, and rather cocky, as I chuckled. Sometimes, when you're a Shifter, there's no way to trust your instincts, because, typically, your instincts simply turn out to be the voice of your inner animal- and sometimes, your inner animal was wrong.
Gazing down at her, I ran my thumb along her cheek as she rose on tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine again, hard yet slow. Her hand rested on my chest, above my heart, as I felt the heat of her tight little body even all the way through my clothes. Her hand cupped the back of my neck as she moaned into my mouth, moving against me before I could stop her. Her legs twined tight around my torso as her fingers tangled just as tightly into my hair. Breathless, she finally pulled away, nose brushing mine as she spoke: "It's okay, Alessio, my Wolf wants this too..."
Cupping her lower back as I walked towards the nearest tree, I sucked in a breath at her words; just because her Wolf wanted it, did not mean that she wanted it- and the thought that she didn't want me was enough to make me crash my lips to hers in reassurance. Following the trunk of the tree to the ground, I immediately wished I'd chosen a different position for us to be in; she was straddling me, pressed as close to me as she could get in every way possible, and that was enough to make me stir- let alone my Wolf, who was going crazy anyway. Leaning back, I rested my head against the tree trunk as she curled in my lap and rested her own head between the curve of my neck and shoulder. "But is it what you want, Luna?"
Tilting my head towards her, I found her chin as it rested against her chest and tilted it up until our eyes met. Her endless blue-gray eyes were full of questions that I wished she would ask, concerns that I wanted to kiss away, and a slowly growing love that I already felt. Lowering my lips to hers, I brushed them light as a feather over hers as she sighed. "Yes, Alessio, it is." Then, her lips molded harder to mine as she moved once again to straddle me, thighs on either side of my own. "But not right now..." Then, she was gone.
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