Melanie- The Full Moon (ON HOLD)

Powers -Chapter 16

We walk hand in hand down the hallway from Kevin and Charrolate's room, to the direction of mine. Once we reach my bedroom door, I hesitated. What am I doing? Damien must be tired, he should go to his room. Why would he want to start sleeping in my room with me this quick? I turn around and lean against the door. He raises an eyebrow, "Are you going to open the door?" I smirk and cocked my head to the side.

"Where do you sleep usually?"

"Em, what are you talking about?"

"Dae, you can't sleep with me, in my room." I thought he'd get angry and flip out or something but instead, he smirks?

"You never call me, Dae, when you're serious. So, to answer your question. I usually sleep on the third floor. Right above your room, actually."

I smile, "Oh, really? Then you'd have no problem not sleeping with me because you practically already are." He shakes his head with a light chuckle and presses me against the door, his hands on either side of my head. Softly moving his lips along my neck and ear, taking in my scent. I close my eyes and move my hands slowly up to his shoulders. His right hand moves down slowly to my hip.

"You see, that could be a problem. Cause every second I'm away from you. Both my wolf and I are on high alert and in need of your  touch." He pauses and moves his hand from my hip to my back, slipping it halfway under my shirt I changed into after my shower once dinner was finished earlier, and draws slow small circles. My breath hitches as he continues to whisper in my ear, "Every second, since I've found you. I can't stop thinking about you. Your scent. Your body. Your lips. Your eyes. You. If I can't last a second or even pay attention to anything without you invading my mind. I'd go crazy not being able to feel you and your warmth next to me when I sleep and awake. I know you feel the same." He finishes and nips my earlobe.

Crap. Why does he have to go all poetic on me? Most of all why does he have to be so right? I can't compete with that! There's really no point in lying. It's pretty obvious.

He starts to plant small kisses along my neck and jawline. Don't moan, don't moan, don't moan. I move his head and claim his lips. It's a light, soft, meaningful kiss. I open my eyes before I pull away and sigh. I look back up at Damien who's smirking smuggingly, I smirk back at him.

"You really should be a poet some day." He chuckles,

"Only if my poems can all be about you."

"Hell, no." I refuse as I open the door and walk into my bedroom. Damien follows me in and shuts the door behind him, whining, "Aw, baby why not?" I roll my eyes, "Sorry, but a porn star was not my first choice for a future career, nor my last." I walk over to my desk to grab my book I've found in this secret library, in the basement. Turns out there's a huge variety of good books down there just for me, well I claimed it since nobody else did. No one else goes down there, it's even lower than where Jade, Zane and Jack stay at. I walk over to my bay window and snuggle up in the many pillows and little blankets I have on my nice big window seat.

"What are you reading?" I look over where his voice came from and almost melt on the spot. Almost. Why is he doing this to me!? I feel my eyes change color faintly, but that feeling of the color changing in my eyes, grows more intense as I drink in my mates appearance. Earlier after dinner he's cleaned up and changed as well as I, into a band Tee, his jacket and sweats. Now he's torturing me! He's taken his shirt off and loosened the tie strings of his pants causing the waist band to hang dangerously lower than god would appreciate.

My wolf, Maii, which I have met during class, growls in anticipation and approval of our mate. With clothes on he looks like an average skinny guy. But underneath, it's clear he works out, or does he? He's got that six pack all girls dream of in a guy. My eyes trail lower and I couldn't hold back Maii and I's growls. And there's the famous V, not much, but there. I keep the growls quiet, making then sound more like whimpers, he walks over, casually with a smirk on his face.