Genovi:
Surprise rounded my eyes, her words stealing my breath away. Did she just ask me for help? We have only been together for a few months, and she already trusted me enough to ask to help her with her war against depression. Her pale face made a ghost look tanner, the black bags hollowing out her eyes. For three weeks I had watched her wake up from the same nightmare about twenty times a night, the look in her eyes matching her usual level of stability. Thank you dad, I mouthed towards the sky. His calm demeanor was the key to his successful reign as the Alpha, my mother standing by his side regally.
"I will always be by your side." I promised honestly, her real smile melting my heart. Getting down on her knees, fangs unbuttoning my pants. The belt buckle clattered quietly the moment my pants hit the floor, her sweet lips wrapping around my thick girth. Parting my lips in protest, her eyebrow raised in the no position. Gruff groans escaped my lips, her fangs brushing my length. Grabbing the top of her head, her tongue flicked underneath my head as her sucking sent my nerves into a frenzy. Twitching with ecstasy, her hand stroked my length while her other hand fondled my balls. Short gasps escaped my lips, her sucking getting faster.
"Stop." I stammered between my short gasps, the sensation becoming too much. "I am going to explode if you don't st-" Scarlet burned my cheeks, my cum bursting into her mouth. Swallowing my load, my head bowed in shame. Those three weeks had made me not last as long as usual, her devilish grin telling me that she was okay. Hopping onto the bed, her legs spread open. Apparently three weeks had a long time for her, my jaw dropping to the ground. Never before had she initiated me this aggressively, my inner wolf wagging his tail. A gruff growl rumbled in my throat, her next words stealing all of my control.
"I can get you to round two if you wish." She offered lustfully, swirling her finger around her swollen clit. "I need you to play with me. It should get you excited again." Pinning her to the bed, her tender moans stiffened my cock. A rosy tint rose to her cheeks, my head rested in between her legs. My name exploded from her lips, my fingers dancing around her clit. Her fingers grabbed the comforter the moment my lips sucked on her clit, my fingers sliding into her. Syncing the rhythm, her dripping turned into a flood. Damn, I missed this. My fangs grew over my lips, my wolf begging for me to take her. Brushing my lips against every inch of her skin, a scream of bliss exploded from her lips with every love bite. Goosebumps popped up, blood pouring slowly from her bite marks.
"Don't stop!" She cried out uncontrollably, my quaking fingers unbuttoning my dress shirt. "Bite me some more. It feels so amaaaazing!" Pausing for a moment, bright red burned her cheeks. The pure bliss shimmered in her eyes, a wicked grin never leaving her face. Flipping over, her ass wagged in my face. Cocking my brow, her intentions were clear. Winking in her direction, my hands cupped her round ass. Smacking it harder, her screams of pleasure only got louder.
"Novi!" She screamed loudly the moment I jammed myself in. Grinding her hips against mine, she barely let me do any of the work. Gruff groans burst from my lips, our hips moving to the same rhythm. Flipping me over her head, a nervous chuckle escaped my lips. Sitting on top of me, her fangs grew over her lips. Wagging her ass, her fangs grazed my neck. Shock rounded my eyes, her fangs biting my skin all over. Shuddering with pleasure, goosebumps popping up. Damn, this felt heavenly. Resting back on her haunches, the joy twinkling in her eyes pleased me. Sinking down on top of me, my hand cupped her face. Her soft supple skin felt so nice, her lips brushing the top of my hand. Swinging her hips to her own rhythm, her hands guided mine to her much bigger breasts. Drooling like a dog, pale tissue oozed out from in between my fingers. Squeezing them roughly, my hands slid down to her bump. A couple of kicks hit my palm, tears welling up in my eyes. Pride swelled in my chest, a tender blush rose to her cheeks. Clutching her close to my chest, flipping her over. Panic flickered in my eyes, a bout of nausea wracking me. Keep it down. Keep the fucking vomit down. You made her pregnant, so they were bound to kick at some point. Guiding her ankles to my shoulders, this needed to end quickly. Confusion dawned on her face, my hips bucking wildly. My vision blurred, her voice fading in and out. Screaming out my name, it took everything to climax together. Leaping off the bed, my bare feet pounded into the bathroom. Barely making it to the toilet, hot vomit flew up my throat. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, Celly wandering in with my shirt hanging over her shoulders. Crouching next to me, her slender hand rubbed my back with each batch of vomit. This felt like high school all over again every time I panicked over anything, my anxiety level truthfully matching hers. The kicks just made everything so real, my heart beating out of my chest.
"You still have a bit more in you." She warned exhaustively, rubbing her eyes. "Just give it a moment." My lips parted in protest, more puke flying up my throat. Resting back on my haunches, tears flooded from my eyes. My muscles ached, my whole body trembled. Helping me up, she guided me back to bed. Tucking me into bed, she left to go get me a glass of water. Grabbing her wrist, her golden eyes clouded with worry. Gazing lovingly at me, her hands crossed.
"Are you going to talk about it?" She inquired gently, sitting down next to me. "Something happened during sex and I can't quite place it. You choked up, and rushed the ending. So are you going to tell me or am I going to have to drag it out of you?" The serious look on her face frightened me, her expression reminding me of how mother would get me to discuss everything wrong in my life. Embarrassment burned my cheeks, my secret now out.
"The babies kicked, and it all felt so real." I admitted sheepishly, refusing to look at her. "I panicked and well I always throw up when that happens. This is so embarrassing. It would happen all the time at school." Hiding a smile underneath her hand, her eyes twinkled with joy. Her laughter twinkled in the air, her brow raising in suspicion.
"Is that all?" She joked lightly, waving her hands in the air. "Did I ever tell you about the time I tossed up my lunch in the middle of a musical when I was fourteen? It was the final act and I had one line. Well I was shaking violently. My nerves got the best of me, and up went my lunch. So for the next year my nickname was Smelly Celly. The worst part was that it never really left me behind me. Could you imagine living that down?" Fighting back laughter, her story made her human. Celly now seemed like a horrible nickname, my arms clutching me to my chest.
"Would you like me to change your nickname?' I questioned cautiously, her head shaking. "I feel so b-" Cupping my face, her head cocked to the right. Holding her felt so right, her crooked grin lit up my face.
"I like the name Celly. It sends chills up my spine every time you say it." She chirped cheerfully, kissing my lips feverishly. "I am so tired." Passing out on my chest, a blast of cool air blasted my face as I pulled the blankets over us. Still awake from my whole day of sleeping, the peaceful look on her face told me that there were going to be no nightmares tonight. The hours passed slowly, the first rays of the morning bathing her skin. Yawning groggily, she groaned sensually as she woke up. Hiding my stiff cock, she swung her feet over the edge. Tugging her bra on, she pulled an emerald sweater over my head.
"Where are you going?" I inquired calmly while biting my lips. "Did Tammy want to drag you out?" Shaking her head, a fit of laughter burst from her lips. Cocking her head, she painted her lips scarlet. Her next words stunned me, Tammy bursting into the room as if she could sense her name being heard.
"I thought I would go shopping with Tammy for that dress." She announced anxiously, Tammy slamming into her. "I felt that we didn't get to go. You just seemed so excited. Would you like to go, Novi? I will need a third opinion. You have been working so hard. I also want to show you a bit of my world. Are you coming?" Her real smile lit up her face, her hair floating around her face. Dancing around, she tossed me a navy suit. Tammy embraced her warmly, her butt wagging with joy. Winking in my direction, it became clear what she was doing. Chuckling to myself, she was simply making Tammy happy. Shoving Tammy out of the room, she skipped downstairs.
"I don't want to be alone." She admitted brokenly, tossing me one of my black Italian suits with a black dress shirt. "I am so scared. I was in his truck yesterday, and had a panic attack. I can't stop looking at the sky for more demons." Watching her tremble in her spot, her mental health still suffered a bit. Getting dressed quickly, her eyes welled up as I fixed my hair. Clutching her close to my chest, the truth was the fact she had experienced the worst of it. Those rotten demons had robbed her of her security, a growl thundered in my throat.
"You don't have to be alone again. I won't leave your side again." I promised lovingly, her tears soaking my shoulder. My lips parted to speak, Tammy calling for us to hurry up. Sliding on her boots, her empty footfalls echoed down the stairs. Adjusting my jacket, the tip of my scarlet tie brushed against my hand. Rushing down my stairs, my shaking fingers grabbed my navy wallet and her purse. Tammy and Celly were already waiting in my car, both of them laughing and smiling. Her polite smile may have fooled Tammy, but not me. Underneath it all, fear began to bubble in her eyes.
"I am going to need an address." I joked tenderly, plopping into the driver's seat. "I am so happy to see you two going out again. Although, I don't know why she needs her mate's opinion. I find her beautiful in anything that she wears. I am always happy to spend the day with my Celly." Resting her head against the window, silent tears slid down her cheeks. Her voice sounded happy, almost cheerful, her face saying otherwise as she typed in the address. Shivering in terror, it felt like I was back on square one with her. The innate ability to mask her dark feelings led her to the past three weeks, my mind wondering how to prevent her from going back there. Watching her suffer so bad shattered my heart, her hand slapping away every attempt to hold her hand. Tammy caught on, her eyes dimming with guilt.
"We don't need to go!" She blurted out, Jarod and Amy watching from the window. "We can go when you feel better." Wiping away her tears, her polite smile dimmed her face as she took Tammy's hands. Shaking her head, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Don't worry about me." Celly whispered sweetly, ignoring the silent panic attack raging underneath her surface. "I am okay, I promise. I want you to be happy. I just miss Saint, and that is all. He wouldn't want me to stay cooped up, right?" Fighting tears, Tammy cursed under her breath.
"Enough!" She shouted passionately, refusing to let go of Celly's hand. "You have suffered a lot, and if you don't feel like shopping or leaving the house I would get it. You watched your friend die in front of you, and suffered your whole life. I did too. I can see the mask you're wearing. You don't have to pretend to be okay for me. I know how hard it was for you to give Amy to me. I love you for that. You put everyone else first, and you still do. So if it means watching an old movie and eating popcorn, I don't care. I just want to see you smile again. Tears flooded from her eyes, Celly frozen in place. Too shocked from her words, sobs wracked Celly's body. The dam burst, everything coming to the surface.
"I still want to go. I need the distraction." She wept softly, her teardrops crashing on top of Tammy's hands. "I am so tired, both physically and emotionally. I just want a day of fun. I will never fully be happy, but I can try. So please help forget for a day. I can't, I can't deal with being home right now. Reminders of all the people I lost are everywhere. Thank you for caring. I love you, best friend." Tammy smiled warmly to herself, letting her hand go. Sinking into the passenger's seat, generic pop music kept the silence from eating us alive. My brakes whined to a stop, a Gothic clothing store brightening her mood. Hopping out of the car, her genuine smile illuminated her face. Running into the store, the two of us hung outside of the car.
"I don't think she is okay." Tammy whispered into my ear, worry dripping in her voice. "She is seconds from a breakdown and we will be back to three weeks of silence again. That was torture. Are werewolves scared of therapy? Is there someone you call when this shit happens?" A lump formed in my throat, my eyes rolling. The only therapist a werewolf had was our inner wolf, Celly waving us in. Gritting my teeth, she was right. This was her habit. Sad to happy, then back to a deeper depression. I suppose growing up in the environment she had, no decent person could have come out with emotional maturity.
"I don't think so either, so let's go along with today. Then we can get lunch, and my old man can talk to her." I explained calmly, winking in Celly's direction. "She came back in a better mood. Maybe it will boost her mood. Are you game?" Fist bumping me, the dirt crunched underneath our boots with each step. Heavy metal shattered my ears the moment we stepped in, a couple of dresses in her arms. The pink haired pixie-like girl rolled her eyes, her black eye make-up making her look like a raccoon. Celly skipped into the dressing room, the store telling me all about her personality. The black lace and silk screamed drama, the rockabilly dresses matching her wild side. Dancing out of the dressing room, my breath hitched. A squeal equivalent to a balloon escaped Tammy's pink lips, her own arms holding a couple of dresses in her arms. Lately black has been her favorite color as well, her pink hair now halfway down her back.
The black silk rockabilly dress floated off of her bump, white roses dotting her dress. A thick scarlet ribbon belt only emphasized her bump, her cleavage causing my cock to stiffen. Tammy rushed over to her, a deep red burning my cheeks. Excitement glistened in her eyes, her laughter twinkling in the air.
"That's the one." Tammy squealed, Celly agreeing. Seeing her real smile, my heart fluttered. Perhaps we should let her have today, and the fun she was having. Skipping into the dressing room, she came back out in her original outfit. Standing next to me, Celly's hand intertwined with mine. Leaning onto my shoulder, Tammy pranced out in a tight black corset dress. Her bright pink heels went well with the dress, Celly bounding over to her. Complimenting her left and right, Tammy flipped her hair over her shoulder. Running back into the dressing room, she stepped out in her black silk blouse and pale pink pencil skirt. Gathering the two dresses, Tammy paid the grumpy cashier. Celly stood numbly next to me, Tammy ruffling the top of her head. Surprise rounded her eyes, a weak smile dimming her face. Placing her on my back, her head resting against my back. Hooking her arms around my neck, her lips brushed against the nape of my neck. These mixed messages were driving me nuts, her emotions pulling me in every direction.
"Celly." I growled huskily, my lips kissing the top of her hands. "What is going on with you right now?" Shrugging her shoulders, the chilly morning air lashing at my cheeks the moment we stepped outside. Hopping off my back, a silent panic attack began. Claws grew from her fingernails, her claws digging into my shoulders. Gritting my teeth irritably, tears flooded from her eyes. Peeling her off of me, her head rested against my chest. Tammy spun her around, telling her to take a deep breath. Cupping her shoulders, Celly collapsed to her knees. Raw terror contorted her face, her fingers digging into the dirt. She really wasn't kidding about her panic attack, her anxiety through the roof.
"Celly, you need to breathe. Slow it down. Think about your happy place." Tammy stammered nervously, my lips pressed into a thin line. "Um, if that doesn't work then think of Novi." Nothing was working, Celly rocking back and forth. A white arrow whizzed by her, her trembling hand catching the arrow. Struggling to her feet, golden energy swirled around her arms.
"Just come out already. I am not in the mood for this shit." She barked venomously, standing straight up. "I'm sick of you bastards coming out of the sky. That shits low." A cocky grin curled on her lips, her golden eyes glowing brighter. A white flash of light blasted past us, the golden energy shifting into a bow and arrow. Blood poured from her nose, blood streaming from her eyes. The tip of her arrow ripped open her palm the moment it burst from her bow, a small whine of pain escaping her lips. A white haired man rolled to her feet, the arrow quivering in his shoulder. Scooping him up by the collar of his snow white robe, she slammed him into the ground repeatedly. Scarlet painted his white robes, his bow and arrow aimed up towards the sky. Releasing another white arrow, a demon dropped down behind her. The corner of her lips quivered, his dark gray eyes rolling. Helping him up, the two of them stood back to back. Shooting arrows rapidly, Tammy cowered behind me. Black ash snowed around us, her body swaying. The demons never made it near us, the last one rolling to her feet. Digging her heel into their chest, a snarl curled on her lips. Clammy sweat drenched my skin, her eyebrow twitching irritably.
"Get your leader right now. I have many things to discuss with him. Like I don't know, how he killed my fucking friend! On top of that, you motherfuckers are so irritating. How the fuck am I going to defend myself if you idiots keep attacking from the damn sky! What's in today forecast is what I ask myself every fucking morning! Is there a twenty percent chance that a demon will try to kill me today or is it a hundred percent they are going to die." The white haired man twitched on the ground, his head spinning wildly. Wiping the blood from underneath her eyes, she flicked it away. A black cloud of dust blew behind her, a silver haired slender man towered over her. A lump formed in my throat, her defiant face meeting his ruby eyes.