The Wolf Pact

Chapter 3: The Wolf Tattoo

I looked up at Kyle wondering how he was going to react. We were currently laying in his bed cuddling and I'd just finished recounting what went down at the Giovanni picnic. Kyle wasn't really the type to be overly possessive and jealous but also everyone at school knew he was mine as much as I was his. Kyle sighed, "I'm glad you told me. You know I trust you so if you think he's harmless then whatever." I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. For some reason I didn't want Kyle to be mad at Liam. I just had a feeling that he was going to be a big part of my life. 

"Besides, " Kyle continued, "how could I be mad about another guy recognizing how fucking beautiful you are?"

I laughed and moved up to peck him on the lips. He was so perfect and I didn't want us to change. We were coming up on a year of serious dating, but we'd known each other for 2. We met in photography class and quickly felt drawn to each other. He was a freshman and I was a sophomore and we just clicked. I liked that he was funny, smart, kind, and quick to have a sarcastic comeback. He said he was drawn to my voice and my confidence. 

My thoughts were interrupted with his interjection. "Penny for your thoughts?"

I smiled up at him, "I'm thinking about how we met."

Faster than I thought possible he flipped me over so that my head was flush against his pillow and he was planking over me. Then he pulled my shirt up slight so that he could kiss my tummy. I started to laugh as he continued hi assault on my belly. Then I felt something slimy and wet run across my stomach. "Ewwwww Stop." I giggled as he licked my belly. 

He pulled my shirt back down and began to kiss my neck while he was mumbling. "You," he paused to move to my collar bone "know," then he traveled to my chin "I," back down to my other collarbone, "love," he said whispering my ear, then he brought his lips to hover right over mine and quietly whispered "you." I leaned in to kiss him but instead he had other plans and he began to taser me ceaselessly. I begged for mercy but he didn't oblige. 

"You are mine!" He howled in a deep Darth-Vador like voice. Then he collapsed back onto me and snuggled into my neck. "Lisa I love you and you are so good to me, so kind, so thoughtful, and so so so so very beautiful." 

"If my skin wasn't brown I'd be hella blushing right now," I said back. 

"I'm glad I still make you blush." 

"Always," I whispered back. 

"And forever."

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It was the weekend and Kyle and I were getting ready for a party that was happening downtown. I was on the verge of a mental breakdown in the bathroom because my hair wasn't cooperating with the ideas I had in mind for it. I'd spent the afternoon attempting to straighten it and it now looked like a half ass attempt at straightening an afro in the mirror (which indeed it was). 

"Kyle, I can't do this. My hair looks fucking terrible." I whined. 

Kyle immediately showed up behind me. He rubbed my shoulders softly and then draped his arms behind my back. I felt him kiss the top of my head. "Baby, what can I do to help? Let's just put it up the way you normally wear it if you're super worried about it." 

"I just wanted to look nice tonight Ky and my hair doesn't want to cooperate with it. I hate this shit its so tiring." Kyle quickly spun me around to face me.

"I have told you too many fucking times. You are soooooo beautiful Lisa. I love every inch of you. I love your toes, your knees, your belly button, your smile, your eyes, and your hair baby. I hate that you get so stressed about beauty standards. Babe I fuckin love you, you are soo goddamn sexy." I smiled up at him as he embraced me.