Moon Rising

Chapter Fifteen

~Hey guys! Sorry I know it's been ages since I've updated but there has been so much going on in my life right now I haven't had the time to even consider working on Moon Rising. BUT, here is chapter fifteen! May be short but it's an update, hope you guys enjoy~

The rest of the week flew by; Craven had pack stuff to take care but was always waiting for me in my bed by the time I went to sleep. Aside from a few stiff looks from Johnny, who I assumed smelt Craven’s scent, no confrontations happened. Leslie and Johnny sat me down a few times and explained more werewolf traits and symptoms, what else hurts us and what other mythical creatures that is out there.

            My jaw dropped. “Vampires? There are really vampires out there?” I asked with a grin. I always had a thing for vampires.

            Johnny snorted and rolled his eyes while rubbing his neck. “Not twilight vampires, Ash, I’m talking about real ruthless bloodsucking creatures that loathe werewolves, we’ve been mortal enemies for centuries.” He explained.

            I nodded my head a little in disappointment. “Why are we enemies? I thought the movies were all cliché in the whole werewolf and vampire hatred?” I asked in curiosity.

            Johnny smirked. “Because each side of the race believes that we are better than the other, the battle is never ending. Not to mention, vampires hold century long grudges; you kill one leech they have their whole miserable eternal life for revenge.” I shuddered and wondered if Craven ever killed a vampire… the thought didn’t sit well with me.

            It was late Thursday night when I started feeling weird, like my skin was too tight. The odd feeling woke me up and I groaned.

            “Baby what’s wrong?” Craven sat up, alarm in his voice. I pushed the blankets off of me and broke free from Craven’s arms.

            I got up and paced. “My skin, it feels like its being stretched too tight over my bones, it’s uncomfortable, and I wish my damn shift would just happen already!” I hissed and put my hair up in a messy bun.

            Craven grimaced. “I hate it when you’re in pain, and I know I’m going to hate it more when you do shift, because that pain will overshadow any other pain you have ever felt,” He got out of bed and grabbed hold of me. “Want to go running?” He asked with a light in his wicked dark eyes.

            “Running?” I asked in confusion and frowned, but felt tingles shoot down my arms at the feel of his hands on my arms.

            He nodded. “It always makes me feel better, come.” He moved toward the window.

            I arched an eyebrow at him and pushed away the awkward feeling of any movement on my body from my too tight skin. “You do know there’s a door downstairs, yes?” I questioned my oh so powerful Alpha.

            He chuckled. “O’mere, hop up on my back and hold on.” Craven extended a hand out for me to take.

            I giggled. “O’mere?” Warily I let him draw me to him and onto his back, I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and set my arms tightly around his neck.

            Craven nodded. “O’mere, and I think I rather like you in this position,” He lightly skimmed his fingertips up my bare legs and thighs. My breathing hitched and a light shiver ran through me. “You’re wrapped all around me.”

            “Umm,” I cleared my throat and foggy thoughts. Thoughts of dragging him back to my bed and letting him have me, not caring who hears us. “We should go. Now.” I demand.

            Craven inhaled deeply. “I can smell you’re arousal Ash, the mating is inevitable, sooner you realize it the better off we’ll both be.”

            I laughed at him. “Aww is my poor Alpha frustrated?” I questioned and lightly ran my legs down the front of him, feeling a tell tale bump of how frustrated he is.

            Craven growled and before I could hold on tighter to him he launched us out the window.

I felt the air caress my skin on the way down, heard the air flow through my hair and past my ears. Time suspended till Craven’s feet hit the ground, then I snapped out of it.

            “Are you crazy!” I half shouted and wiggled to get out of his hold before I gave into the temptation to beat him.

            He gasped. “I wouldn’t do all that wiggling around if I were you right now, unless you want to be mated in the woods tonight.” Craven warned me darkly and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks and something tighten in my belly at his words.

            “Okay, well then would you please let me off you before I give in to my instincts and hurt you?” I whispered cautiously.

            Craven’s breathing was heavy as he slowly released my legs and let me side off his back. I waited a minute before I spoke to him. “Better now?”

            He shook his head, dark hair sliding into his heated eyes. “No, not really, every instinct in me right now is screaming to grab you and take you in the woods right now. Especially my wolf, my wolf is howling at me for you.”

            I blushed again and giggled. Then thought of something and approached him cautiously. “Will contact, just a little, help?” I asked and lightly ran a fingertip down his hard chest.       

            He was staring at me wide eyed; I smirked at him and slowly ran my hands into his hair. “Like this?” I whispered and softly brought my lips up to his. Craven’s arms locked around my waist and he groaned when my tongue found his. I felt something inside me stir at that sound, at the delicious dark smell of my mate. I heard a soft growl echo in my head and something stretch inside me, I reveled in the feeling.

            Craven trailed his lips down my neck and I arched my head back to give him better access. “You are so beautiful, especially when your wolf peeks out.” He murmured.

            My foggy brain unclouded a little. “What?” I asked

            Craven reluctantly removed his mouth from the sensitive skin of my neck to look into my eyes. “Your eyes right now are golden from your wolf, they’re almost as beautiful as your dark green color.”

            I shivered and shook my head. “Weren’t we supposed to run?” I whispered.

            Craven sighed and pulled my closer against him. “I can think of better things to do other than running…” He trailed off and chuckled at my gasp. “But I’m not taking advantage of you tonight, so yes, running it is I guess.” He planted a soft kiss on the top of my head and turned toward the dark trees that bordered my yard.

            I ran past him and tried to lose the temptation to take up his offer. “Race you, Alpha.” I called back at him as I hit the trees first and heard responding footsteps pick up behind me.

            “Ash, stop!” Craven yelled out. I frowned in confusion and turned my head back to see Craven’s face fierce with anger and fear before he shifted.

            That’s when I ran into a cold, hard body.