(Author's POV)
Alaric and Myra kept on staring at each other, neither of them uttering anything to the other. The spark between the two of them intensifying as they kept peering into each other's orbs, searching for something deep within the other person.
Alaric's eyes flickered to the highlighted beauty mark on Myra's left eye, which was making her look like a divine goddess of seduction, captivating his heart. Her red gown fluttered from the night breeze showing her slender legs from that double slit outfit elegantly.
Myra's heart beat jumped up and down frantically, as she saw the look on Alaric's perfectly sculpted face. Unlike their previous encounters, Alaric wasn't glaring at her like he always does, treating her like she was some culprit. His face held a rather conflicting expression seeing Myra. One minute, she saw his features soften a bit and another minute she could feel his eyes darkening few shades as Alaric's breathing became slightly heavy.
"*Ahem, ahem*" Myra cleared her throat as she clarified, "I just came out to catch some fresh air." Her words broke Alaric's trance state, and then he smirked and said in a mocking tone, "Of course, you need it, after all the hard work you have gone through from the past few days."
Myra looked at him with a puzzled look, not understanding the meaning of his mockery. 'What is this nutcase's problem? What's he talking about all of a sudden? Always fussing about something, huh.' She thought it was meaningless to comment anything on his words, he has a screw loose in his mind according to her analysis.
Myra simply ignored his words, and started walking back to the party but Alaric ran fast to where she was, grabbing her hand roughly, forcing her to look towards him as Alaric pulled her hard.
Myra's dress already had a trail and her foot had just recovered from the previous ordeals, so when Alaric applied force to turn her body around to face him, she stumbled rather oddly. Myra's legs tangled as she was falling, she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the impact to hit her.
Few seconds passed by, but the collision didn't happen like how Myra expected. She opened her right eye to analyze the situation that's when she saw Alaric lying beneath her. Myra's face was buried in the crook of Alaric's neck; when she drew shallow breaths Alaric felt his body turning hot, the area where she blew was turning red.
Myra tilted her head upwards to see Alaric's expression. She saw him gawking right back at her; his sapphires now turned into hue of navy. Myra's eyes widened by the scene, 'H-how, how is that, how can this be? I saw his eyes were sapphire when earlier, so how can they be darker now? Contact lens maybe.'
Alaric was being crushed by Myra's petite figure, or rather his pet member was. Her stomach was touching his crotch part, sending shivers down his spine, his Adam's apple paced wildly, his back was sweating because of the sensation.
Myra tried to get up but Alaric's arms were snaking around her in a firm embrace. Her sudden movements made Alaric's pole sturdy and stiff, as her scent was getting stronger and stronger, dancing around Alaric's nasal organ.
Loud cheers erupted as the countdown for midnight began from inside the mansion where the party was being held, marking Nora and Elio turning twenty officially.
With every ascending digit, Alaric could feel his heart palpitating as Alex went crazy inside him ready to pounce any moment. He grumbled inside, 'What are you doing Alex?' But Alex wasn't in any condition to reply Alaric. He was on a high, losing all his senses.
When the tenth gong sound chimed, Myra was still struggling in his arms to get up. She somehow pushed Alaric's hand aside as he was busy having an internal conversation and pushed her body up in a sitting position.
The position was quite compromising, without realizing she was perched on Alaric's rod. She immediately tried to get up, feeling flustered as embarrassment flushed over her entire being.
The cheers intensified as everyone clapped and roared heartily inside, the clock indicating it was midnight. Everyone gave their blessing and congratulations, wishing both the twins well on their birthday.
But outside, it was a whirlwind situation, when the clock strikes, indicating midnight, Alaric's wolf uttered something, which shocked him and perplexed Myra. Alex roared inside loudly with excitement when the words left Alaric's mouth. Alex was astonished while Alaric was horrified.
When the time chimed midnight, Myra was in the process of freeing herself and was in the middle of standing up. Alaric, once again, held her hand and pulled her close. Myra's hands landed on Alaric's firm and manly slightly exposed chest, that's when Alaric spat the word he never wanted to declare to anyone, "MATE, MATE, MATE."
Alaric forgot to inhale and exhale for a second, hitching his breath. As the revelation hit him, Alex took over him quickly, holding Myra in a tight embrace. Alex then kissed Myra's neck, taking in her sweet enchanting scent. He brought his face close to hers, pressing in for a rapacious kiss.
Myra tried everything to get out of his hold, but could she even do that? Alaric was a werewolf after all and at that a Lycan wolf. She tried biting him, scratching him, pounding at his chest ferociously but none of it did anything to him. But she still kept on struggling.
Myra could feel the change in Alaric's demeanor; he was behaving like a savage beast, absolutely untamed and wild. Though, most of the time, his verbal assaults were tolerated by her, but now she was offended by this sexual assault.
Myra one again tried to kick his bottom part but now Alaric's legs were binding hers, completely caging her, only her hands were left unbound. So she trailed her right hand and squeezed his balls fiercely in a desperate attempt. Alaric scowled like a monster when he came to his senses.
By until then Myra had already freed herself from Alaric's grip, standing in front of him imposingly, filled with anger and resentment.
Alaric got up from the ground trying to give Myra his piece of mind, after all it was just a kiss and according to him, that's what Myra always wanted. Although, the kiss was not initiated by him but Alex, but he didn't mind it much at that time, but Myra's reaction pissed him.
Alaric's mind was in complete disarray, that's when Myra charged towards him, leaving a loud and clear smacking sound echoing in silence. Myra has slapped Alaric right across the face.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . . .