Feeling Him
Feeling Him
Serafine POV
I stay inside, after Xander left, I closed the door and ensured that I stayed as far away from the windows as I can. The thick curtainsa re pulled tight across the window, they are heavy enough to block out the faintest sliver of moonlight.
The room though is stifling, the air is dense and warm, but I don’t open the window. I don’t even try to glance outside, I don
I dare to.
The energy from The Calling vibrates faintly though the walls, and through the very found beneath the house. It’s like a low hum that’s constantly pressing at the edges of my awarenss. I can feel it against my skin, it’s got my hairs standing up.
I bury myself in the book on my lap, tracing my finger over the old leather cover, then I force myself to focus on the words that unfold across the page. I keep telling myself that I if I concentrate hard enough I can ignore that feeling that.
I tell myself that I won’t hear the sounds that drift from the distance. The book right now is my lifeline tonight. One thread tying me to myself, and to what little control I have left in this situation.
As I flip the page, the ink moves and dances beneath my gaze, it weaves it’s secrets and truths that have been hidden from me for too long and will forever be hidden from the world. I try to absorb every word I see, to let the knowledge drown out the rest of the world, but my attention slips.
No through my fault, but because something inside of my shifts suddenly. At first it’s subtle, no more than a ripple in the fragile bond I have tried so hard to bury today. I stidden, my heart begins beating faster and a strange heavy heat unfurls deep in my chest. It’s not my own, it’s not my heat, it doesn’t even belong to me.
It beglons to him, Xander.
Pleasure, raw and vivid slams into me, and surges through the fraying link between us. it floods my senses before I can brace myself against it. It washes over me with a sickening weight. It’s Xander’s pleasure, deep and overwhelming, and I can feel every echo of it like a beytral that’s branded onto my skin.
My hand slams the book shut and I push it away from me, rage and shame twisting inside of my stomach. I want to scream, to claw at the bond and rip it from my chest before tearing it apart with my bare hands. How can I still feel him after everything, how can he still reach me?
Because I can drown in anger, something else stirs. My wolf.
She rises within me and her fury is sharp and immediate. She doesn’t care about betrayal, about human morality, she doesn‘ t care about the broken trust. All she knows is that Xander is hers, and that he’s been touched by another and she doesn’t like it or allow it.
Tonight’s the Calling, she should be fine with it! She’s not, she pushes forward, with savage determination and I can feel my grip on myself slipping. My fingers dig into the bedding, my breathing grows even harsher as I fight with my wolf to stay rooted in place. It’s a losing battle. My wolf’s possessiveness burns hotter than my own anger, more potent than my fear.
I stand without meaning to, and the movement is abrupty and jerky. The book drops to the floor, forgotten as I stumble toward the door. My hands is on the handle before my mind realises or catches up to what my body is doing. The door creaks open, and the humid air of the night rushes in. It’s thick with the scene of wolves, sweat and the sharp tang of lust. I hesitate for a moment, the last sliver of my human self screaming in protest.
It’s too late, my wolf surges forward and I step outside. The night wraps around me, warm and heavy, the distant sound of bodies moving together fills my ears, and moon hands above me like a silver eye, watching and commanding us. Something inside of me snaps as the moonlight hits my skin.
My feet begin moving, pushes forward by my wolf, who carries me away from the house, away from safety and into the hear of the Calling. The grass is cool against my bare feet, and the night air clings to my skin. I’m outside, exposed to the full weight of the moon. My body is trembling with the force of my wolf’s need.
There is no turning back now.
As I step into the clearing, the sounds, scents and everything else hit me hard. I stand frozen, and my wolf is growling in anger and jealousy. It makes no sense, tonight is a night for free mating.
I shouldn’t want my mate, I should be happy to have any of the wolves, so why is my wolf so damn persitant and hating on the fact that Xander is with another woman? My eyes scan the clearing and I spot him, he’s in the shadows, laid down with a woman straddling him.
The human part of me is thinking so what, but Successfully unlocked! wing demanding I drag the woman away from him. All the books said this night wasn’t about jealousy that our wives wouldn’t feel threatened or jealous by others. That our wolves would accept that our mates slept with others.
So why is mine broken? As I shout at myself in my mind a man moves and walks toward me. There’s a pull, something that makes me want to go to him, but it’s overwritten by my wolf, and her need to claim Xander as her own.
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Feeling Him
The man steps clsoer, then suddenly he’s flying backward. Xander steps forward, and my wolf leaps forward toward him, snarling in disgust. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t get a chance to.
“Mine.” Xander growls and drags my body into his which instantly has my wolf tangling with his. I’m so damn confused right now.
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