Suffocate Me

I took a drag and smiled at Olivia. She stepped down from the bus and smiled back.

“All is said and done, no?” I asked, motioning her closer.

“Yes and I don’t think I can say sorry enough.” she sighed.

“Sorry?” I asked.

I took a careful glance at Olivia’s expression and noticed a streak of guilt. Her head hung a bit. I grasped her hands and pulled her to my side. My senses were overpowered by her scent and suddenly I understood why people became addicted to drugs. Living without this sweet smell would be hell now that I knew it existed.

“I’m sorry I broke that poor banshee’s heart. I’m sorry I probably pushed Juliet over a very high ledge. The guilt is terrible, I feel I did something terrible.” she explained, stuttering over her vowels.

I took Olivia’s chin in my fingers and tipped her head up so I could see her eyes. Exhilaration bashed me as I watched her eyes shift from brown to yellow. This was intimate to me, perhaps not to others, but nothing could make my pulse race like watching someone involuntarily shift.

“I am sorry for her as well. I truly did care and want her in a sense,” I admitted, not wanting to lie,”but I know now that she was an emotional infatuation. Juliet is not the one. You are the one.”

Tension fell between us as I placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Olivia scanned me.

“I am being sincere. Please… please let me claim you and you claim me,” I begged.

Claiming was the way to seal the deal. It was something that only werewolf mates could do. The “claim” created an invisible, mental link between the two mates. This link caused no pain, no limitation and no change, its sole purpose was creating fulfillment and a light heart. The real meaning behind it was the process by which it was done.

Wolf’s are creatures of hunting so the neck is considered the most vulnerable part of the body. To create the link, the two werewolves had to nip at each other’s neck at the same time. Since instinct would say to attack anyone remotely threatening one’s neck, the process was a creation of trust. Of love over urge.

“I-I want… to wait. I want to get to know you,” she stuttered.

My heart sank. It must have showed because Olivia took her hands from mine and placed them on the sides of my face. A shy kiss met my lips.

“Now that I know you are sure, I want to be sure of myself. Give me time, please Andy.”

“I can wait, I don’t want to, but I can,” I said, losing myself in the glowing yellow of her pupils.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Before she could sneak onto the bus, I pulled her into a firm embrace. I would lie if I said I hadn’t just wanted to smell her hair.

Ugh, creeper move, Andy, I thought as she headed on to bed.

I glanced through the windows to see C.C. sitting there, smirking down at me.

That goat had better not be reading my thoughts….

“A goat? Really Andy?”

“Christian, stop that,” I growled.

Christian laughed, but nodded. He had a funny look in his eye and he reeked of nervousness. He was a strange human, being able to read and send mental messages, but he was human no less. Magic was most likely in his family blood; whether it was a good magic or bad didn’t matter to me. C.C. not only was a good man, but a good drummer and the band had no reason to be suspicious of him.

The two of us just made the band a bit special. A werewolf and a mind reader in the same space, but instead of rivalry, a friendship had blossomed.

“Don’t you think the band is a bit curious to know what happened with the photographer?” C.C. said.

“I’m sure… but they won’t ask anything of their own accord, will they?” I replied.

C.C. just shook his head and motioned for me to come inside.

Something told me we had more to talk about than just Olivia.

Notes

Again, I have exams this week, but I can probably still update just not daily :P