Her Song

Part Four

Listen to Lonely Boy by Black Keys

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  My dark blue Cadillac drives into the La Push parking area. I can hear the gravel crunch under the tires as I put the car into park.

  I reach into the backseat to grab my black backpack, filed with some dried seaweed, smoked salmon, a book along with a beach towel.

It was unusually pretty sunny today at Forks so I decided to enjoy it and sunbath at the beach. And I might spot some shifters today! Might as well since I'm hanging out with Matt tomorrow. I'm planning to lure him in real tight....if you know what I mean..

  I close the door with a light slam. There was surprisingly not a lot of people at the beach. Odd. The gods must be in a good mood.

There was only two families. One a mother and a son playing in the water off the left side, and then there was a girl and man, obviously her father. Attractive father. Sitting in the sand. The daughter playing with a beach ball.

My bare feet feel odd touching the rocks, eventually leading to the sand. I get a look from the girls father.

  Today I am wearing a a lilac spaghetti strapped cropped top (sans bra), with light jean booty shorts.
My blue hair again in a extremely long  braid reaching my waist.

I wanted to get a few looks.

As I get to the centre of the beach, far enough from the water so that I can't touch it, but close enough to look inconspicuous, I lay down a simple white towel down on the floor, laying my bag on the side of it.

  I stand up fully and maintain eye contact with the father as I unbutton my jean shorts to reveal a white thong bikini bottom. I can hear his heart beating from across the beach. His eyes wander my legs as he licks his lips.

This is fun.

  I smile lightly to myself and sit down on the towel, laying my bag underneath my head as I lay my back down. My arms over my head, I close my eyes feeling the warm rays of the sun wash over me. Much more refreshing than a swim.

  Minuets pass and after a while I no longer feel the warmth of the star. I gently open my eyes to see what's wrong.

  Over me stands a tall shirtless tanned man. With doe brown eyes, short black cropped hair and a tribal tattoo on his forearm. My nostrils flair. Shifter. Mate.

  I bolt right up from my seat and my striking silver eyes connect with his. And for a moment his eyes hold shock, but them the imprint comes along. His eyes hold a faraway look to them. Then snap back to mine.
 
  His nose probably picks up my non human smell. Realizing I'm supernatural.

See this is why I like them better than the vamps.

  I jump up into a standing position and I hug him tightly, wrapping my arms around his neck. His nose nuzzling me.

"Mate..."

I hear him whisper. I smile kissing his cheek.

"Yes, I'm your mate, and you are mine."

I tell him happily, my Norwegian accent coming in thick. His smile brights up  his face as he twirls me around in the air, finally laying ending it with me sitting on his lap with him on the towel. We separate from our hug.

"My names Jacob."

He tells me caressing my cheek. My eyes close in bliss, my head following his hand.

"I'm Lyra love."

I tell him sweetly. His eyes trail over my form, going further and further...

When he looks back at mine his eyes hold lust and anger? My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I caress his face lightly.

"What's wrong?"

I ask him. He breathes out a breath. His hand roams over my body, then he looks around angrily, brown eyes landing on the girls father who was obviously looking at my chest and legs. Not even trying to hide it.

"This is only for me to see."

He tells me possessively, wrapping around a white knit shawl I had in my bag around me, it coming down to my thighs. I smile at this, I always loved possessive lovers.

I hug him tightly.

Just waiting to spend eternity with him.