Let Go

I want this woman in every way. Her scent invades me, flowing through me like a mating call from some long-lost time. I’m half intoxicated, the room floating around me with only one dim light on the bedside table illuminating half her face, and I see the anticipation there.

“You okay?” I check, wanting her to know I care. Not just about claiming her, because in my soul I feel this woman belongs to me already, but I want to know how she feels right now. I want to know how she feels always. Forever.

From now until the end of time.

“Yes.” She nods on a soft smile, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

The blue tint to her lips is nearly gone and I lean forward, not willing to even consider that we are not about to do what we are about to do.

“I want you to know, I realize how crazy this is.” My lips are so close to hers I can taste her. “But I know this is right. I knew it from the moment I saw you in the restaurant. I want you, Teah, and not just your body. I want you to hear that. Do you understand? I want all of you.”

Her eyes search my face before she answers. Her breath is warm on my lips. “I understand. And at the same time, I don’t. I can’t believe this is real, but it feels right.”

My muscles feel strung too tight, like they’re going to snap at the slightest movement. I want to throw her down and bite and mark her until she understands what it means to be mine, but the smallest rational part of the man in me roars for control. I need her to know the feelings that are behind my words and deeds.

Her eyes widen, sweeping me into them and the drunk feeling makes my head spin.

“This is going to sound crazy, but there’s something about us you need to know…I need to tell you what happened when I first saw you.” I pause, feeling the speed of my heartbeat increase, and looking at her I know what my life has been missing. “When I walked into the restaurant yesterday, I had this vision. It was us. It was like when people say their life flashes before their eyes on their deathbed. Only this, this was our life we haven’t lived yet. Our life that is to come. I saw it all, Teah. It scared the shit out of me to be honest, but I knew I had to find you. I knew I would find you.”

Shock covers her face and I release her hands and bring mine to her neck, needing to feel her pulse there. It’s fast, and the way her damp hair falls over the backs of my hands cools my hot touch.

“I can’t believe you said that.” She shakes her head, her eyes lowering on a long exhale. There’s wonder there, but something else as well. Almost like…fear. “I saw the same thing.” She gulps. “Except we were—”

“Wolves.”

There’s a beat of hesitation, then, “What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. I only know what I want it to mean.”

When she raises her eyes again and meets mine, I see all the answers there I need. Her breaths move faster over her lips and her pulse jumps under my fingers.

I lean back in, closing the space between our lips, and take her mouth with mine. I’m greedy, needing her in my life, but right now I need her wrapped around me.

When I withdraw, both of us breathless, the pain from my cock pressing upward throbs. “Just tell me, Teah. Tell me you want me. I’ll take it from there.”

The next empty moment feels like an eternity as my hands on her neck give a gentle squeeze, so she understands I’m right here. That I’ve got her.

“I do. I want you.” She breathes out and I take her mouth on a groan.

My tongue splits her lips and finds hers. Fighting for breath, I rise without breaking our kiss, laying her back on the bed and climbing over her.

Her flavor coats my lips, my tongue, all the parts of me that understand this is different. Something bigger than us is happening here.

My heart is in my throat, beating like a warrior’s drum, making me feel wild, as though I’m about to come out of my own skin.

When I look at her, I realize what I’ve been missing my whole life. What I never came close to with anyone else. How anyone before her fades away, as though this is my first time. And in so many ways, it is.

That thought sends my primal core into a rage. What if she has someone else?

Fuck, it doesn’t matter. She’s mine now and I’ll deal with whatever is necessary. But in my soul, I know she belongs to me and only me.