Over My Dead Body #7

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                Hello all! I am terribly sorry for the long wait. I hope you enjoy this chapter 'cause it's about to get good... or at least that's what I think. I'm still an Amateur writer I'm still trying to get the gist of these things. Again sorry. On the other hand, thank you for all those who've voted and fanned! It really means a lot to me. Thank you all. But I think I should stop blabbing all these sentimentalities and get on with the chapter!

                My wolf stopped bothering me about Raiden for a week now and I know exactly why. He’s been visiting my dreams every time I fall asleep. I don’t know why but, the more I get to know him the more I want to learn.

                He’s so innocent

                I don’t understand how he’s my mate. I’m like grime and he’s just… perfect. He is still possessive and I know that if he continues to hold that possessiveness I will never be able to succumb to him. For some reason though, it pained me to say that.

                My wolf gave up trying to see him in person and constantly tried to tire me out so I’d fall asleep and see him again. I don’t like that I’m starting to give in.

                I can’t even find the energy to kill anyone or to muster enough anger to even fight someone. But I’m always bored and in need of something to do. I wander mindlessly trying to get my mind off of that happy idiot, but it never seems to work. Not anymore.

                I don’t want to get close to him though; I don’t want to back out and submit.

                I can’t say that my body yearns for him either; because it aches all over. He’s told me before, that he feels the same way.

                He tells me when he smells me he can’t help but want to tackle me down and finish his claim on me.

Those words snap me back to reality, reminding me of the countless times other men have lusted over me. The difference was, my wolf couldn’t help but react to Raiden’s words. Not even I can contain the yearning, the need to rip the boy’s clothes off and have my wicked way with him.

                But I control myself quite nicely and just stare off into the blue sky that always surrounds us.

                “I want you.” He would say to gain my attention. “I want your whole body for myself.” Those words held no meaning to me though.

 Even if my body reacted, my mind raced back to the other men that abused and tortured me in bed. Their knives on my body like they were painting a pretty picture, their claws deep inside me as if I begged for them to go deeper, and their possessiveness enveloping me as they had me over and over again.

                But the words that actually had me tuning in; that had me melting into the grass that I laid on.

                “I want you to leave your mark on me. I want everyone to know that I belong to you. I don’t want anyone else’s eyes on me. I want you to be by my side and snap your cute little mouth at them whenever those girls even glimpse at me.”

                Those words had me wanting the same thing. He was so different than I expected him to be. I’m finally coming to realize that.

                “If that’s what you wanted to hear… I’ll show you exactly how much I need your claim on me.” I opened my eyes to see that I was in my dream world; I must have fallen asleep.  “I’m glad you were thinking of me.” He grinned, his eyes glowing with electric blue like they always seem to do.

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