My mates a WEREWOLF!?
They're weak and impulsive and selfish, and everything I hate. They might be able to take on vampires and witches but we are way stronger and faster then them.
I pushed him off reluctantly.
"No I'm not yours, it's not going to work, this" I pointed between me and him," is not going to work."
"Why can't it," he asked confused.
"Cause our kind don't get a long."
"Its more then that I'm sure."
"My pride was killed by a pack of wolves," I said watching what I said. Anger and sadness filled my. But I bottled it up once again.
"I would never hurt you like that."
"I don't trust any mangy mutt!"
"I find it really hot when you call me that for some reason."
"You bout near to me beating you!"
"Now I'm really turned on."
I glared at him and walked to the door, but was stopped by mister horny alpha.
"Where are you going," he smirked then smashed his lips on mine.
I kept pushing him away but he grabbed and lifted one of my thighs and did something with his tongue, that was amazing. Letting in, I eagerly kissed back.
This was way different from the first time we kissed in the first period. This one was needy and messy, making me hot and bothered and wanting some much more.
He lifted my other thigh up, making me wrap my legs around his waist. The only thing holding my way my back to the wall, my legs around his legs, and his hands grabbing and holding my bum. I pulled him impossibly closer, needing more of him.
My cat was screaming for more and so was his wolf, seeing as his eyes were glowing emerald red.
When he pulled away, both of use gasped for much needed air. He trailed kisses over my jawline and down my neck until it got to where he was suppose to mark me.
He started to lick the area, making me moan pleasure.
That's when I felt raiser sharp teeth, sending me to panic mode.
Shit shit shitshit!
"Hey stop," I said slightly pushing him but there was no change.
"Hey I stayed stop!"
He whimpered and let go of me right away.
He submitted to me, shocking me.
"I'm sorry, my wolf was taking over."
"No, it's ok. I... I have to go."
I ran out the room and went to find my brothers before I throw myself at another wolf.
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Werewolf"Now what if you were a fifteen year old in high school and gets bullied by other high school boys. Seems like what a normal life of a teenage boy nerd, but that's the problem. I'm not a normal teenager, and I'm sure as hell not a boy." . . . . Joze...
