Zoey pushes the 6'4 muscular man against the wall behind him, dropping and breaking the picture that hung against it. She kissed him hungrily, as if her life depended on it and feverishly ripped open the buttoned up black shirt he was wearing. Making the buttons fly every which way around them.
He slips himself out of it and takes control of the kiss, turning them around so she was forced to sit on the nearby table in the hotel room. He unzips her long sleeve black shirt and tosses it somewhere behind her, continuing on with her bra while she unzipped his pants.
A growl of excitement escaped from his chest as she got closer and closer to releasing the pressure build up in his pants.
3 months.
That's how long it took for Zoey to give herself to Cole and she had never wanted anyone more at that point. He was considerate, gentle and caring when it happened. He was even cheesy enough to light the hotel room with candles and rose petals to show how much he cared for her.
Cole was gone for a total of 3 hours before she gave herself to Damon, Cole's best friend. She wasn't proud of that fact but the love of her life had been killed because of her and she just wanted to forget, even for a little bit. By any means necessary. She remembered the day perfectly, how could she not? That's when her life had ended.
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It was midnight and they were deep in the woods of Darton, the weres had done their ritualistic "losing one of their own" bit. The rain was pouring down on her as she stood there in silence with her head down through the whole ceremony. It somehow hadn't sunk in yet that he was actually gone until Damon finally set the pyre that held Cole's corpse on fire. It sounded brutal when she first heard of the ritual but it was supposed to give him peace and safe passage to the moon goddess.
She had worn her black slim combat pants and fitting long sleeve shirt to it. It felt wrong to wear the combat uniform issued by the T.E.R.A. to her fiancée's funeral after her father was the one that ordered his extermination but she had nothing else that would survive the trek there.
She was soaked to the bone, her short dark red hair was sticking to the back of her neck. The weres that were once getting accustomed to her were now, once again, looking at her like she was the enemy. She didn't blame them, the love of her life was dead because he was associated with her. Their brother, friend, and role model was dead because he fell in love with a human, not just a human, but also a hunter, and the daughter of the director of T.E.R.A.
She was once told that weres had hyperactive emotions, if not controlled right would cause severe problems so she knew they were feeling everything she was feeling amplified and it was best to stay away. So she stayed off to the side, away from the others. She hadn't wanted to start any problems with anyone especially because she knew she wasn't welcomed there but she was invited by Damon, their pack leader, because he knew that Cole would of wanted her there. Despite the pack wishes. In the end it was his decision and not theirs.
She wouldn't of come out of the shame and guilt she felt for it all if she hadn't known that this would be the last time she'd be able to see him.
When it was all over, she stood there in the cold rain a little longer just watching the fire burn as everyone slowly changed into their wolf form and did a pack run in his honor.
She knew that she should have been cold from the wet clothes sticking to her body and the chill in the air but she was numb to it. All she could feel was the ache in her chest, a hole beginning to grow inside it. As much as she wanted to cry, throw things and curse, she just couldn't manage it. She couldn't manage anything.
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Love Bites
Paranormal"He's dead Zoey. Let it go." Zoey Cross had found the love of her life in Cole Frasier but becuase he was a werewolf and he'd planned on marrying Zoey, her father made sure that it was never to happen. He ordered Cole's execution, an easy enough tas...
