All Lyra wanted was to see a werewolf up close despite the warnings of her village. She gets what she bargains for and more.
The Wilson brothers are wanderers, mysterious, and charming, and they've both imprinted on her; a rarity among werewolves.
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I yawned a little, not quite awake yet despite being up for a few hours. Xain watches me in a happy silence from the bed as he rested on his stomach. "Still tired, Love?" I nodded a little as I finished sewing my dress up. "Couldn't sleep well," I mumbled.
Xain frowned before sitting up. "C'mere," he all but whispered, causing me to giggle and put the dress and pin down.
He pulled me close, kissing my lips gently as he said, "So adorable, even when you're sleepy."
I huffed. "Shush. It's not my fault you wanted a night full of sex."
He snorted and grinned. "You can't complain. And besides.." He leaned in close, grazing my lips with his. "When you start, you just can't stop. Especially when your mate loves it." His kissed my neck and I had to bite my lip to keep from provoking him to do more.
"Xain... It's about time for you to go.." I didn't want to make him late. He simply chuckled, nipping my ear. "Stop worrying about me so much."
I shivered, placing my fingers on his lips as I backed up a little. "Then... You'd better give me reason not to."
He kissed my fingers, chuckling. "Fair enough," he muttered, scooting out of bed as he finally put some clothes on.
"Why don't you go visit Katrina today? I know Connor is a worry wart, but little girls like you need to socialize too!" I hit him with a pillow as he put his black long sleeved shirt, earning a laugh in response. "Hey, what gives damnit?!"
I pouted, hitting him again. "I'm not a little girl! So take it back!"
He snorted and grinned at me before fully slipping his shirt on. "Make me."
I frowned.
He then proceeded to dodge the swings I was making with my pillow, causing me to groan in irritation. "Take it back, take it back! I'm not little!"
He laughed dodging most of my attacks and shaking off the few I could make. "Short bean sprout! You're so small, it's surprising even for an Asian! So grown yet you're only sixteen!"
I gasped. "You racist little-!" I yelped, squirming when Xain wrapped his arms around me, pressing his lips up against my skin and blowing hard. I laughed hard, slapping him repeatedly.
"Get off, Xain!" "Never," he playfully growled as his fingers began wiggling up against my sides.
I practically screamed out as I laughed, hitting his back. "Alright, I'll stop hitting you if you stop!! Uncle, uncle!"
Xain was barking in laughter, his hands not wavering as he kept tickling my sides and stomach.
In an attempt to make him stop, I lifted his head, kissing him hard as I mewled in laughter. This got him to stop in an instant and instead pin me to the bed, kissing even harder in return. I impulsively ground up against him, moaning a little when he nipped my lower lip.
