^^^^505^^^^I used Emeraude Toubia as my inspiration for Katelyn because her hair makes me jelly ;)
unrequited (adjective)
(of a feeling, especially love) not returned.
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"You're mine now Elle," and with that, he pressed his deliciously soft lips to mine in a firm, heated kiss.
I let out a growl, my canines extended and sunk into the soft flesh of his lower lip. The taste of his blood filled my mouth, I expected him to flinch away; at least halt the kiss.
Instead, he surprised me again. He replied my growl with a groan.
His thick arms wrapped around my waist, his hand slipped easily under his loose shirt and grabbed my áss giving it a harsh squeeze. I let out a gasp at the sparks that flooded through my body, and it certainly wasn't the only thing that flooded.
Heat rose to my cheeks as his tongue slipped into my mouth, a hint of menthol mixed with the almost sweet taste of his blood. I couldn't remember when my lips began to move with his, it just felt so natural, intoxicating even. I knew I needed to stop, he bullied and tormented me for years of my life.
He rejected me.
It felt like cold water was thrown over me, though it was not enough to quench the burning need in my core, it was enough to bring me to my senses.
I pushed Jason's broad chest away with all my strength, it was enough to make him stumble back.
He let out a snarl, his eyes were dark lustful pits and he stalked back towards me shredding his shirt leaving me naked once again.
No.
Panic leaked into my body at the thought of how vulnerable I was. His lips were latched onto my neck before I could even attempt to get away from him. My heart rate skyrocketed as my throat constricted, making me gasp for air.
I no longer felt desire, just panic.
His hands grabbed at my skin as his mouth sucked and nibbled at my neck.
One of his hands reached my breast, he squeezed the delicate mound harshly. Although I couldn't deny the bolt of desire that I gleaned from it, it was overruled by the memory of him.
Of Ryan.
Oh, God. My head was burning, I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't fight.
"J-Jase please... no," I forced the words out as my panic attack began to affect me to the point of passing out.
I think perhaps my panic showed in my voice, his head snapped up from my neck, the darkness from his eyes melting away as he stared at me.
He backed away from me rapidly and without his support, I crumpled into a ball on the floor.
He let out a whimper unbecoming of the cruel man from just moments ago. "I'm sorry Elle. Oh my god I'm sorry," His voice was pained and full of anguish as he kneeled down to scoop me up.
I tried to struggle but the intensity of panic attack had left me weak and shaking. It had been three years since I had a panic attack, even after all the nightmares, Ayla was there to comfort me then. I refused to cry though, I refused to give anyone the satisfaction of causing me to shed tears again.
My body felt weightless as Jason carried me over to a makeshift day bed in the corner of his office, I welcomed the soft material of the blanket he wrapped around me.
His arms were also wrapped around me and his face was buried in the crook of my neck, placing butterfly kisses on my skin in between the apologies he whispered.
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The Luna
Werewolf(Mature Content) Bullied, abused and rejected. Dani wants them to pay, she wants him to pay; especially him. But what is it that they say? Those who seek revenge should dig two graves or perhaps that there's a thin line between love and hate. ***slo...
