Double Back - Mistwater Chronicles #1

Chapter Ten

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Morgan

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Zack is carrying me up the stairs as I hold my crutches to my chest. I can tell he's happy to do this, but that doesn't make me any less nervous. It feels like each stair takes an infinity to walk up, but eventually, we reach his room.

Laying me down gently on his bed, Zack places my crutches gently against the wall and then flops down next to me. I find his face next to my own in the next minute, his breath lightly fanning my face. I notice how his eyes are slowly darkening with each breath - what is normally hazel melts into a deep brown, and suddenly, they're completely pitch black.

Zack gently brushes his lips against mine, and I kiss him back just as softly. He tastes like cherries, and he smiles against my lips. Pulling back from me, his eyes search my own for a few seconds. I guess he finds what he's looking for, because he suddenly slams his lips onto mine.

Returning his sudden passion, I kiss him back just as hard. Zack is suddenly on top of me, holding himself up so that he doesn't brush against my right hip. His lips are feverishly hot against my own, and I lose myself in him. Our bodies tangle together, and I can't tell where he ends and I begin. My nerves quickly fade away - all that matters right here, right now, is that his lips are on mine.

Zack's lips slowly move from being on top of my own to kissing the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my neck. I know what's coming, but I don't want him to think I don't want this, because I do.

My nerves are mostly gone, but that's mostly because I don't think my wolf has ever wanted something as bad as she's wanted this. I curl my left leg over his back, and he growls. It's a guttaral sound, pitched low, and I know exactly what he's trying to say. You're mine.

I press my hands against his back, bracing myself as I feel the tips of his canines touching my neck. And then suddenly, he snaps down. I cry out in shock, digging my nails into his back.

Zack doesn't let up, and I can feel his teeth in my neck, sucking a little bit. However, as much as it hurts, I can't bring myself to tell him to stop. It's uncomfortable having someone bite into your neck, no matter how willing you are for them to do it. Eventually, he pulls out and lays tiny kisses over his bite. I can already feel it healing, but what's most different is the sudden prescence in my mind that is him.

"Sorry," Zack whispers against my neck. "I know that must not have been pleasant."

It's okay, I think. Zack chuckles.

You're in my head, he whispers into my mind.

Yeah, I realized.

I awkwardly pull my nails out of his back as he kisses my tender neck. I gasp - what was once painful is now so pleasurable, I almost cry out his name. Almost knowing what my reation will be, Zack even goes as far as to lick my neck. I'd normally be grossed out, but it feels so good that I press his head to my neck.

Breathing shallowly, I can feel him smirk against my skin. I close my eyes, whispering his name. He growls, enjoying his teasing.

Eventually, he pulls back and stares at me. His eyes sear through me from his intensity, but the spell is broken when he blinks.