Ariella
I just got off. U up?
It’s kl, I knew you was tired. I’ll c u at school.
I stare at the messages and don’t know whether to get angry or cry. I sigh and bite my lip. Don’t cry… You’ll see him at school…
I text him back.
I’m sorry xx
After I shower, I spend fifteen minutes trying to decide on what to wear. I eventually settle on light blue skinny jeans, a white cashmere sweater and a matching jacket. I leave my hair down and apply a little bit of mascara, but that’s all I need because my skin is flawless. I get my shit together and then go to the main house to eat cuz I ain’t had a chance to go to the grocery store. Maybe Davonyé and me could go later…
Mom and dad are in the kitchen already.
“Morning,” I say to them both. No one else is up, but I ain’t surprised. Everyone was tired yesterday and God knows what time they went to sleep after they finished talking about what to do next…
“Morning, baby girl,” they both say.
“How you feeling about school?” Mom asks.
“Good.”
“And how are you feeling about seeing Davonyé?” dad asks.
“Excited, nervous, a little scared.”
“We understand. Just try to keep your hands to yourself as much as possible. Keep your hands away from any sensitive places on his body. Neck and you know where…” mom says, smiling knowingly.
“Um, yeah,” I reply, feeling myself blushing. “If that happens, then I’ll be careful.”
They smile and I feel relieved that they haven’t tried to convince me to stay home or made me feel bad about going.
“Can I take my Bugatti?” I ask dad.
He gives me a quick look. “It’s your car, baby. Just be careful. A car crash ain’t gonna kill you, but it will hurt like hell.”
I laugh because he’s been so blunt. “Thanks, dad.”
***
I settle myself into my new Bugatti. This car is gonna be crazy fast so I need to be careful. I press the ignition and feel the exhaust vibrations beneath me and through the steering wheel. Wow… I ease on the gas and slowly drive away from the house. I ain’t one to be flashy, but this car is my favourite colour and the hell I ain’t gonna drive it.
I try to calm down on the way to pick up Harmony. I feel all kinds of anxious about going back to school. I know my parents are nervous, too, but they didn't say it. I can’t let them down.
I get to Harmony’s in record time. This car is amazing. Her face lights up as she walks down the steps to the car.
“I want one of these for my twentieth,” she says as she gets inside.
“I ain’t gonna lie, this car is sick. Put your seatbelt on. I’m not used to it fully yet.”
“Don’t kill me.”
I roll my eyes as I pull away from her house. “I won’t.”
“So, how you feeling?” she asks.
“Nervous. I’m good with my ware, I just need to be careful.”
“Careful? You gonna avoid Davonyé, then?”
“Don’t be stupid.” God, I don’t think I could avoid him if I tried… Anyways, I need to get through at least half of my classes before I skip school to fuck.
“He’s gonna try get you alone, I reckon. I bet he’s gaggin’ for some werewolf pussy.”
I shrug. “He belongs to me now, so he can have whatever he wants.”
“Girl...” She laughs. “You ain't gonna be able to control yourself when he's so close. As soon as you smell him, you're gonna be like a bitch in heat.”
I know she's right, and I've made us stay away from each other long enough which is only gonna make the pull between us even stronger.
I need to change him, and soon, but I don’t know if he’s gonna go for it. We have so much we need to talk about. Shit can't continue to go on like this, though. We both need each other and are suffering emotional damage by not connecting like we should. God knows I make myself cum thinking about him every chance I get; I want him to fuck me so damn badly I could cry.
The closer I get to school, the more butterflies appear in my stomach. I know it's because I'm getting nearer to seeing him, closer to the one man on earth that can make me feel more alive than I ever have. To say I've missed him would be an understatement. I am literally craving him; I’m desperate to smell his scent and have his hands on my body. I’ve been dying inside without him.
I sigh deeply. I need to calm the fuck down! I ain't even there yet and already my body is preparing to be reckless.
I need to remember that I could kill him.
Kill him!
I need to be strong. I need to put my needs at the back of my mind and think responsibly. Because if I hurt him... I'd never forgive myself, and if I did the worst, I'd have to live for all eternity mateless.
Mom’s visions could still change, too. Just because she's seen Davonyé as a werewolf, doesn’t mean that things will stay that way.
I park the Bugatti in the college parking lot. It draws attention but of course it does. This car is fuckin’ sick. I hesitantly get out and ignore the admirers. My heart is racing, and I feel nervous as hell. I can sense Davonyé’s close by and can already smell the faint scent of him somewhere near.
“Can you smell him already?” Harmony whispers as I check my phone.
He ain’t replied to my message.
“Yeah,” I say quietly as I throw my bag over my shoulder.
“Girrrrl, you best calm your ass down before you end up changing and putting on a freak show for everyone.”
I nod my head. She’s right. I push my thoughts aside as we make our way inside. Our first class isn’t together, so I don’t know if I’ll see him until then.
“I gotta run, but good luck, alright?” She gives me a quick hug. “Text me if you leave early and I’ll get dad to pick me up.”
“Thank you.”
We part ways and I make the last part of the journey to class on my own. The scent of Davonyé becomes more intense the further I get into the building. He smells so damn good, my pussy is soaked already. People are gonna smell the arousal on me at this rate...
I reach the classroom but hesitate at the door. I look around but I can’t see him anywhere, so I make my way into class and find an empty desk.
“Nice to have you back so soon,” Miss Woods says to me from the front of class.
I smile back. “It’s good to be back.”
“I love the hair, and you look well.”
I nod, trying to ignore my racing heart at being able to smell Davonyé’s scent over everyone else’s in here. “Thank you.”
“Right everyone...”
I return my eyes down to put my books on my desk. I take a steadying breath, but I can't cope. Being near to him after so long apart from each other is driving me crazy. My self-control doesn’t mean a damn thing now that we’re so close.
I realise pretty quickly that I'm miles ahead in this class, so I decide to zone out and become lost in my explicit thoughts. I think about our first time; how he fucked me on a desk just like this one I’m sitting at right now, the way he forced his way inside me and took my innocence, claimed my body as his. It feels so good to know that he'll be the only one to ever know my body.
God, I wish he was knowing it now.
I jump when the bell rings to signal the end of class. An hour has passed already? I’m more screwed than I thought. I inhale deeply and my body ignites from the scent that engulfs me.
He’s close.
Seriously close.
Fuck, I’m in serious trouble… His scent is so masculine and alluring, completely alpha in every way. I can pick out the finer notes to it that I couldn’t smell before, and they are way too much.
I brace myself as I grab my things and make to leave class, but when I look out the classroom door, Davonyé is staring right back at me and my faked nonchalance is ripped away from me. Ugh… his amazing eyes stare me down and make me feel like I'm staring into an abyss.
My heart leaps into my throat, and in a single moment, I know I am well and truly fucked. My body takes on a will of its own and I’m walking towards him. I want to stop, I want to walk the other way to stop the inevitable, just until we’re in a more discrete place, but I can't stop myself.
I take him in as I approach him, ignoring the rush of everyone leaving class around me. He’s dressed in a black trench coat, dark jeans and his Timbs. The look I love on him the most. I inhale sharply, though, because I can tell he's been feeling the strain of not being able to be with me. I can see the remnants of dark circles under his eyes. My chest aches at seeing what my distance from him has caused.
He looks exhausted, but he still looks fine as hell to me. My breaths become shorter the closer I get, and then as I finally stand in front of him, the air is ripped from my lungs in a single exhale.
He reaches for me and pulls a few of my curls between the tips of his fingers. He sighs with relief, as if touching me has cured him from a slow and painful death.
I briefly close my eyes. I feel the exact same way. I know we risk being caught by someone who knows Carisse, but the thought is fleeting, and soon Davonyé is leading me down the corridor, out of school, and towards his Range.
He unlocks it on the way over and actually opens the passenger side door for me to get in.
Once we’re both inside, he starts the car and drives us out of the parking lot. We haven't said a single word to each other, but our bodies have. They're having full-blown conversations; ignoring all caution or reason or sanity, only listening to the intense need to be close to each other.
His scent calls to the animal in me. My heart is hammering in my chest from a mixture of desire and intense desperation for him to put his hands on me so fucking badly, it hurts.
“You smell so good,” he says to himself as he drives. “So good...”
If he thinks I smell good now, I can’t imagine how good I’ll smell to him if he lets me change him. I think about it while he drives, envying the way the steering wheel gets to feel those hands. I wonder how he's gonna touch me when he finally does. The anticipation is killing me.
I study his face, the curve of his mouth, the definition of his jawline beneath his beard, and the way his lips only just slightly part when he exhales… I'm losing my mind already... This is wrong; I shouldn't be alone with him while I’m so worked up... It's not safe for him.
But it's too late.
I realise I've gone about this all the wrong way. I made this situation worse by not seeing him sooner, and now that were here, it’s like a ticking time bomb that's about to be set off in a devastating explosion for us both.
We come to a stop and I realise that he’s parked the car outside an apartment building. Our eyes meet momentarily before his travel over my hair and face, really taking in my new appearance and I guess, making a decision about how he feels about the way I look now.
I watch his gaze travel further down my body with each passing second, and the tension in the air becomes so thick I can barely even breathe.
“Davonyé,” I whisper, using the last of my breath to bring his eyes back to mine. My body is trembling.
“Ariella.”
I swallow hard from seeing the fire in his eyes. My heart beats faster and I can hear his. I can smell his arousal, sense it on him, and it calls to me in a way I’ve never felt before.
His hand reaches for my waist, then in one swift movement, he's pulled me over the handbrake and is holding me against his hard body.
I submit, relaxing my body against his hold like my life depends on his embrace. My body weakens as he stares into my eyes and I feel his shallow breaths on my lips. He's right here... So painfully close. His lips are so near to mine that I can taste him in my mouth already.
“If you do this,” I whisper. “There's no going back.”
“I don't want to.”
Then he finally brings his lips to mine in a kiss so destructive to my psyche, I feel my mind fall apart cell by cell. “Oh, God,” I breathe, having to pull away to catch my breath. And he's barely even kissed me yet.
“I thought I told you that ain't my name,” he insists, and then he takes my mouth again, but this time the kiss is pure ownership. He grabs on my body so roughly that if I wasn't a ware, it would definitely hurt. I hold the back of his neck and kiss him back with equal possessiveness, our teeth clashing before he bites my lip.
I moan into his mouth, letting him know I like that shit a lot. I need him so bad. I have no idea how I've survived without him this past week, but now that we're here, I can't let him go.
His beard brushes against my lips and it only heightens the sensation. I hold him a little harder, digging my nails into his skin until he groans.
Yes, fuck yes! That sound speaks to body in ways I can't even put into words.
I suddenly remember myself, though, and release him a little, settling for pulling him closer by his coat, instead, and exploring his warm mouth with my tongue. He tastes so good it makes me whimper in need. I feel my arousal dampening my inner thighs and can smell it in the air. I wonder if he can smell it, too.
His hands travel until they reach my ass and then he squeezes my curves in his palms. I want his hands on my skin. I want him to be so rough with me that he hurts me emotionally and physically.
“Not here,” he says as if I just voiced my thoughts out loud. He pulls away from me and I reluctantly open my eyes. I'm breathing hard and so is he. “Come with me.” He takes my hand and pulls me out with him.
I hear the lock of his car as he walks me into the building. The wait for the elevator takes a lifetime. His hand repeatedly tightens and releases on mine, so I know he's feeling impatient, too.
It finally arrives and we step inside. He hits twenty-two on the keypad and as soon as the doors close, he's backed me into the corner of the lift to kiss the life out of me again. I slip my hands beneath his coat and tee, feeling his smooth skin under my palms. Touching him skin-to-skin is like pouring lighter fluid on my arousal.
“Damn, shawty. I need you so fucking bad,” he groans before deepening the kiss.
I moan again and again, telling him in code that I feel the same way, that I need him exactly how he needs me, and that he can have me, too.
He can have me any way he wants.
The doors open and he releases me. He gives me a look and I return it, right before he pulls me out into the hall.