It’s been a month since the bathroom incident. I’ve tried to avoid her, but now her scent is everywhere in this bloody house. This place used to be my refuge, but now it’s my torture. I stay out as much as possible, running wild in the woods, letting my animal shift and run freely.
But there she is.
Again.
Always in my fucking way.
Even when I try to avoid her, she’s there. Walking from the laundry room.
I follow. I shouldn’t, but all rational thought has gone out the window.
She startles when she sees me. I grab her wrist and shove her against the wall. Her eyes widen in surprise, but she doesn’t back down. That fire in her eyes only makes me want her more.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hisses, trying to pull away.
But I don’t let go. I can’t. Not when she’s this close, her scent flooding my senses, driving me insane.
“Shut up,” I growl, my face inches from hers. “Just shut the fuck up for once.”
And then I’m kissing her. Hard. Demanding.
She’s surprised at first, but then I feel her melt into me. Her lips part, and I taste her.
I fucking taste her.
My mouth claims hers; my tongue explores every inch of her mouth. She tastes like everything I can’t have. Everything I don’tdeserve. Everything that’s going to destroy us. She moans, soft and breathy, like pouring gasoline on a fire. My control snaps. I press harder against her, letting her feel exactly what she’s doing to me. My hand slips under her shirt, fingers skimming over soft, warm skin. She arches into me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Fuck, I want her.
I want to bury myself inside her, make her scream my name until she can’t think of anything else. I want to fuck her so hard, carve my cock so deep, she’ll taste me every time she fucking breathes.
But I can’t.
She deserves better than this.
She deserves better than me.
I rip myself off her, my beast snarling in protest, furious at being denied. But if I don’t stop now, I won’t stop at all.
She stares at me, chest heaving, lips swollen.
My radio crackles at my hip. “Movement on the border, sector four,” the patroller reports.
“Stay away from me,” I snarl before stalking off, leaving her panting against the wall.
I’m so fucked.
We both are.
Because now that I’ve had a taste, I know I won’t be able to stay away. And when she finds out the truth about why she’s really here, she’ll hate me even more than I hate myself.
She’ll be my undoing, and we’ll all be hers.
But maybe that’s what I deserve.
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Luna
