Chapter 9

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Adjusting to New Life

Lyra's P.O.V

Jared lays me gently onto the bed, making me moan to his touch. As I remove his shirt, he nibbles on my already bare chest. Kissing lower and lower, all the way to my pants line. He kisses me from hip to hip, making me moan. As he removes my jeans, he bites me softly, making me gasp in shock. Leaving me in my underwear, he snake his way back to kiss me. As he does, his hard cock brushes against me, making me cry out. 

"Jared..." I whimper as he strokes me through the fabric of the underwear, I close my eyes, falling into the feeling. As soon as he stops, "No..." I groan, he kisses me again.

"Hey, I'll be right back." Jared promises, as I feel his weight leaves the bed. Once he comes back, I hear a rip of foil. Realizing that my eyes are still closed, I open them to a jaw-dropping sight. 'How is that-?!' I think, Jared smiles to my thought. "Don't worry, you expand too."

I gulp, "Oh goodness." I whisper, blinking rapidly. I lay back as his weight presses against me once more.

"You ok?" Jared whipsers, I nod. His lips press against mine as he pushes himself into me, I gasp in pain and shock. Jared looks down at me, his eyes burning an emerald green while my eyes glow of violet. "Can I do this to you?" Jared asks his voice low, I nod and he begins to move.....

Jared's P.O.V

I wake up in Lyra's bed, the sheets torn. Lyra walks in with nothing but a towel, her hair soaking wet. "Hi." She squeaks, I just laugh into the destroyed pillow as I feel her blush.

"What happened last night?" I ask, watching her dress.

"Can you remember anything?" She answers with another question.

I shrug, "Except for the part when I was shot and some other images here and there." I explain.

She smiles secretly, "Well, at least no one can touch me." She adds.

I sit up, "Why is that?" I ask. She moves her wet hair in answer, showing an already healed bite mark. "I bit you, meaning what?"

"You claimed me, oh and I claimed you." She says, pointing at my shoulder.

"Ok... since I'm a werewolf now, how old does that make me in dog years?" I ask, she thinks while she buttons her jeans.

"Since you're 32, that would make you 22 in dog years. You should look in the mirror, you look a couple years younger because of that." She explains as she put on a red tank top, I run to the bathroom and look in the mirror. 'No fucking way.' I think, realizing that I look 5 years younger.

I walk back into her room, "Lyra, what does this mean?" I ask, not realizing that I have no clothes on.

"Jared, get dressed. I have graduation practice today, remember?" She says, grabbing her jacket from my destroyed room. "Hurry up, padawan." She smirks, taking her keys, phone and earbuds with her as she walks out of the door. After I dress, I head outside to Lyra's car.

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Forgive me for making this chapter so short, this was VERY difficult to write.

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