Morgan Point Of View
I am so lost in memories that I completely forgot to text Z. Only when I get a text notification, I remember that Draven asked me to text Z.
19:37 You Okay? Z is sorry :(
23:02 I'm okay :P Call me tomorrow, k?
23:04 Wtv u need babe. Sweet dreams.
23:05 U2 <3
As if I'm sleeping tonight... I'll have to run twice as hard to tire my body out and shut my mind off.
4 o'clock and I hit the streets again. Just me and my music and I know everything is good now.
I find my rhythm and breathe out all the pent-up energy. "Kinda." I say out loud to myself and my minds starts floating to those magical moments on the beach.
How come that felt so good. That was not my first orgasm. I had them by myself and they were awesome, but that one was insane.
Don't think Morgan, just run.
As soon as I get to the Main Avenue something on the pavement gives in and I fly forwards hitting the floor hard. "Ah... Fuck." I hiss out.
I sit up and assess the damages on my body. It hurts.
My knees and my hands hurt. I look at them.
Fudge, my hands are bleeding.
I see someone by my side, two someone's actually.
I gasp and look at them, taking them in.
Both are tall, blond and whiter than snow. They seem to have red eyes and great taste in fashion, they are holding each other hands.
"Alex and Mal." I whisper, but I know they will hear it loud and clear.
"You must be the Morgan. Pleasure to be your acquaintance." one speaks but both bow.
"Yeah..." I lamely reply as I try to get up, but suddenly I feel myself being pulled up into a chest and carried. "Draven." I mumble and before I could ask anything, he speaks.
"Calm down, Kitten. My offspring can send a danger signal to me. I just followed it. Is the level of pain high?"
I chuckle, "Stop fussing. I just did a very human thing and fell." I full out giggle.
"Thank you for notifying me, Sunu."
"Nonsense, Pa. I smelled the blood. We'll go home to feed now." they bow and leave.
I shift in his arms, "Wow. They are so serious and stiff."
"They had a hard life Kitten, but they are not dangerous."
"They have more fashion sense than you, though. What's with all the ancient clothing? The others at least try to keep up."
"Be quite or else I'll drop you." he warns me.
"Draven take me to you room and patch me up. What an irresponsible future mate you are." I tease, faking pain and try to act dramatic.
"I know that you are joking, but it is not funny." I feel a lot of wind and suddenly we're in front of his house. "Azazel, open up." I hear Draven say, another second and we're at the hall.
"What have you done, clumsy cat?" Z mocks me.
They sit me at the couch and Z is already putting something on my knees, cleaning the blood.
I hiss.
"Don't be whiny Babe, this does not hurt." Azazel tells me in a soft tone.
"Why aren't you craving my blood?"
"We are, but we had a patch earlier, so it's not that bad." Z says.
"My cravings are a lot more controlled than his, because I'm a lot older." Draven adds.
"So basically, I just have to be cautious around you." I shove Z, "You're moody and unstable. Who is the weakling now, ah?"
Draven smiles so wide, I can see all his teeth, finally noticing his prominent canines. Not that prominent thought, but his smile is contagious.
"Shut up Margot. I can still kill you easily."
I tense, "What?"
"He's joking Kitten. Azazel, do not scare our kitten, have you lost your mind?" D says, glaring at Z.
Z looks sheepish and apologetic, "I'm sorry Morgan. I... we don't need another panic attack, please."
I sigh and my body relaxes, "I feel so tired." and I start to close my eyes.
"Did you hit your head?"
"No. I'm just tired, you drain me." and I giggle.
"Babe, let's take her home."
Draven POV
This woman is an entire amusement park, "Sho, Kitten. You're almost in bed."
"Which one is the front door key?" Azazel is trying to figure out the keys to get us inside Kitten's apartment building. I can't hear anyone up, but you never know. Humans are unpredictable.
"Got it. Why can't I carry her?" he whispers whines.
"You're clumsy. We can't afford to wake anyone up." That would not be amusing to explain. Why would two teenage boys carry around a passed out teenage girl.
We follow her scent and soon found her floor, the apartment door and after a lot of whispering yelling from me for Azazel to hurry opening the damn door, we successfully deliver her to her bed.
"Is this how it feels like to have a descendant?" I contemplate.
"Maybe. You raised us all, right?"
"You were not full human. It's not the same."
"You're right. Let's go before her parents wake up."
"Let me just look at her room a little. we have a few minutes." I reply.
We look around, she is not a fan of luxury, that is a certainty. She has a small white desk in a corner next to the window and a black laptop, looks old. A big bookcase full of books and apparently vinyl. I see a turntable that rests in a small side table. Her bed and closet are the only other furniture there. The bedroom is not big at all.
"Draven."
I nod and we descent to the main floor quietly.
"I need to go to sleep, the sun is almost raising. Care for a race?"
"You're faster but sure."
He was right. I won.
Morgan POV
I wake up in my bed with my running clothes on and my running shoes off.
I don't remember anything for a moment but then everything comes rushing in.
I fell asleep on Draven's arms. Cold but strong man arms.
Z tended to my wounds and they were fussing over me like I was a child.
They're pathetic. It was nice, nonetheless.
Last time I met the street floor like that I had to walk back home limping, alone and whimpering all the way.
I'm so lucky to have such good friends...
Wait.
Wait, probably not just my friends.
Z is trying to get inside my panties and I've been pulling Draven towards it too...
Does that mean that I am almost a part of a polygamic relationship?
That's unconventional and hot. They're so hot.
What would we do? Would we get along? Would I be intruding on a relationship that is twice my age? Do they like me on the same level? One of them could like me but just platonically... Who knows?
They do.
I should look at this as I look at everything else in my life.
Rationally and exploring every points of view to get to the most efficient and best course of action.
I'm really being led by my emotions these past three days, but that is all the time I give myself to be irrational.
We'll talk about this and I'll see what is best for my future. Academic, professional, and personal future. I will not throw away all my efforts just for lust.
What time is it? twelve thirty five.
At least there's no more online classes. It's Christmas vacation time.
Two weeks of:
not stand in front of the computer and pretend we can get everything inside our brains as if it is a "normal" time in history.
Okay, Morgan. Focus.
Plans for the next few days:
1.Spend time with my family
2.Discuss my academic future (again) with my parents
3.Go to a neutral ground to talk to the boys about my expectation and goals in life
4.Try to comprehend how we could all work as boyfriends and girlfriend
5.Vent to my best friend Mia and get her insight
I've got this.
I never liked clubbing, mainly because I don't get it. Mia would always succeed in dragging me to go with her and her other friends to this or that club or bar with the promise of wholesome fun, but the only outcome would be a pounding headache.
Now, I want to. There's this vision that keeps popping in my head of me and the boys on a dance floor feeling the music and molding our bodies around each other.
Plans for the next few days:
6.Go clubbing - New Year's Eve.
7.Buy sexy clothing.
Am I ready? I am ready to do some calls and interrogate a couple of beautiful people.
Okay. Time to get out of bed and face the cold. Time to face life!