He slid my hips to the edge of the hood of the car and I guided his member inside of me, wrapping my legs around Elias’s waist as I laid my body back against the hood of the car. And in that position, Elias began to pump in and out of me. Apparently we both didn’t care that someone could spot us at any moment. I was too lost in the delicious sensations of Elias’s sex pushing and stretching my own to care about anything else. And as he bent down to close his mouth over my exposed nipple, I came screaming his name. And when he placed a hand between our bodies and kept sucking my nipples as he played with my clit and thrust into me, I came again.
“Elias!” I screamed and he covered my mouth with his own, before plunging into me one last time, his heat spilling inside me as he groaned in ecstasy. We stayed there for what felt like forever, getting our breathing under control. I lazily stroked Elias’s shoulders and he kissed my eyelids, my cheeks and finally my lips. He placed his forehead on mine and said, “That was great, but maybe we should take this somewhere else before we get arrested.”
I giggled and then nodded, missing his warmth already as he pulled away and then out of me.
“Come on my love, let me get you safely home.” My love, beautiful words I thought, as I slid my hand in his, trustingly.
Secrets
The next day, Elias met up with me for a movie. He was joking with me about my inclination to cover my eyes through all the scary parts when something or rather someone caught my eye.
I couldn’t speak as I stared at the man leaning against his car, watching us from across the street. I would know that face anywhere I thought, by body going still as I stared back at him. He didn’t look alarmed at all as he slowly took off his shades, winked at me and got in his car and drove off.
My heartbeat was racing suddenly and I felt faint. From a distance, I could hear Elias calling my name over and over. Finally distraught, he shook my shoulder.
“Skylar, what is it?”
I opened my mouth and nothing came out. I tried again and failed. Finally, making eye contact, I cleared my throat and said, “Elias, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“What is it?” he said concerned, “Does it have to do with that dude who was watching us?”
I nodded, “We need to talk.”
“I’m listening.”
“No. Not here. Let’s go back to your place.” I could tell from the look on his face that he wanted to question me further, but there was nothing more that I wanted to say, at least not out in public.
He didn’t say a word as we climbed into his car and we still didn’t talk until we were safely inside his house. He placed his keys on the table of his ultramodern home and said, “Now talk.”
I sat down and pulled my knees up to my chest, not meeting Elias’ eyes. “That man you saw was my ex-boyfriend, Josh.” I took another breath before I could continue and then looked at Elias head on, “And I helped him kill someone.”
“Explain,” was all he said. His voice didn’t register any surprise nor shock. He looked impassive.
“I met this guy, Josh, when I was young and stupid, just seventeen. I ran away from home.”
“This was just after your parents died?”
“Yes, but it’s no excuse. At first things started off okay. He was nice to me, made me feel special. He filled in that void that I had after my parents’ deaths.” I stopped, tears forming and I impatiently swiped at them as they fell. Elias made no move to comfort me; he just stood there waiting for me to continue.
“I thought he was a nice guy, he was into running cons though. It was intriguing at first and I asked him to be a part of it. We ran small time cons at different casinos. I thought they were harmless, but then he approached me about another con. He wanted me to get close to this guy, to sleep with him,” I admitted. “Malcolm was his name, some millionaire. Josh wanted me to make him trust me so that we could get access to his money.”
I gulped and turned away, “So I did it.” I closed my eyes at the memory and wiped away at the fresh tears before continuing, eyes still closed. “And Malcolm gave me access to everything and I quickly turned it over to Josh. I didn’t know it at the time, but Malcolm was married. And his wife found out about me. I guess I was her breaking point. One of many affairs, but I was the last straw. She took her own life.” I was crying now, feeling like the lowest of low. “I don’t know how she found out about me, but I saw her name in the paper. She took a bunch of pills shortly after confronting me when I came out of Malcolm’s apartment one evening. I had no idea he was married. He was just our mark and I can’t forgive myself. I don’t deserve to be forgiven. I turned myself into a whore and ruined someone’s life and marriage, all for money.”
I started to sob and I felt Elias’s eyes on me.
“So you didn’t kill her?”
“Weren’t you listening?” I cried, “She killed herself after confronting me!”
Elias said calmly, “But did you hold a gun to her head and force her to take those pills?”
“No, but I might as well have.”
Elias shook his head, “If anyone is at fault, it’s her husband for not disclosing that he was married. He must have known his wife was in a fragile mental state, but yet he still cheated on her. Yeah, you were wrong for running a con, but you can’t blame yourself for someone else’s death unless you took their lives directly. And trust me, the guilt you’re feeling now would be compounded a thousand times if that were the case. I lost count of how many people I’ve killed for little more reason than just following orders.”
“But you’re military,” I said defending him.
“A life is a life, Skylar, even when I was wearing a uniform that gave me the right to take life from another without repercussions.”
He moved to sit next to me and I slid over to accommodate him.
“So what happened?”
“I turned myself in, got off with just a few years of house arrest. It’s not even on my record anymore and he got ten years. I turned him in too. Apparently he’s out early.”
He was about to respond when he jumped on top of me in a lightning fast move and shoved me to the ground. As I tumbled to the ground, I felt something whizz by my ear and the lamp on the opposite end table shattered in a hundreds of pieces.
“What’s going on?” I squeaked out and then I heard them, bullet after bullet as it pierced the quiet night of Elias’ neighborhood.
“I think Josh has found us.” I watched Elias stand up as Josh kicked at the bullet ridden door, easily kicking it in and stepping inside the living room, a gun in each hand.
“I want the girl, lover boy.” Josh said and I wanted to vomit.
Calmly, Elias replied, “You can’t have her.”
“Have it your way,” Josh said pointing the guns at Elias. He opened fire and I screamed the whole time as Elias’s body became shredded by the bullets and he hit the floor. Blood poured out from every surface and then I saw Elias’s body jerk and suddenly he was back up. Josh stepped back, looking afraid and confused simultaneously. Elias then pulled at his shirt and I noticed chest hair there where before there hadn’t been and before I could say a word, his body began twisting and jerking. His skin pulled back and his muscles shifted. His face contorted and where a nose used to be, a snout formed. His jawline then elongated making room for long, deadly looking canines and I willed my body to run as Elias became a creature out of a horror movie and Josh opened fire again, while screaming in fear.
I watched screaming as well as the creature that had once been Elias knocked the gun out of Josh’s hand and then picked Josh up and slammed him into a wall. He then did it again and again until Josh’s body appeared lifeless and limp.
I watched the event in stunned horror and then when the monster looked back at me, I began to scream hysterically and he leaped over the couch and plastered a hand across my mouth.
And slowly he began to shift again, turning back into Elias in what seemed to be milliseconds and then I promptly
fainted.
“Skylar? Skylar? Wake up, sweetie. Wake up.” I stirred as the voice called my name and I realized that it was Mrs. Steward. I blinked up at her confused.
“Hi, honey,” she said and then I saw Mr. Steward as well, making repairs to the wall. I was immediately puzzled, wondering what they were both doing there.
And then I looked up and saw Elias, picking bullets out of his side and I was about to faint again when Mrs. Steward caught me and pinched my face. “Oh no you don’t! Stay alert! No more fainting.”
“Elias is a.....a....oh God...he’s not human!” I stuttered attempting to stand up.
“Yes, I know my dear. Neither are we.” Mrs. Steward said as if she were talking to a young child who understood very little.
I looked toward Mr. Steward who was humming as he finished fixing the wall where Elias had thrown Josh’s body repeatedly. He smiled at me.
I shook my head, “What is this some sort of sick joke?”
“Obviously not, dear. You don’t see any of us laughing.”
I stared, “No. No. This can’t be. A whole family of...of...” I stuttered unable to finish my sentence.
“Werewolves?” they all said simultaneously.
“I’m afraid we are exactly that.” Mrs. Steward said.
“That’s impossible,” I responded and then I looked at Elias who was finally done picking bullets out of his chest as if bullets were a minor annoyance and I shook my head.
“Is Josh dead?” I asked unsure what else to say.
“I wish. We left him under a bridge. He’ll be fine.”
I gulped, “How long have I been out?”
“About an hour.”
“You saved my life,” I said to Elias. He nodded.
“Thank you,” I said reaching out my hand and as he took it, I said, “Now it’s your turn to explain.”
Epilogue
I rubbed my distended belly and watched as Elias attempted to get the saleswoman to demonstrate to him how to put the crib together. I didn’t know what the big deal was; I figured it would come with instructions and we had at least several months to go. At least, I think we did. I felt the baby kick and I smiled to myself. She was a little fireball just like her daddy.
I adjusted the wedding ring on my now swollen finger and thought back to that special day when we found out I was pregnant. As shocking as it was to find out that the man I had fallen in love with at first sight was a werewolf, it paled to the shock Elias’ face registered when after dragging me to the emergency room for throwing up nonstop, we had been told that I was eight weeks pregnant. I thought Elias was going to faint as he stumbled back against a wall and used it to hold himself up.
“Are you sure, doc?” he breathed out, his voice shaky.
“As sure as day, you’re going to be a father. Congratulations!” The doctor then disappeared behind another curtain.
“Are you okay, honey?” I had said reaching for my husband’s hand. He had nodded at me and his face had registered in that moment shock, fear and then happiness, followed by excitement as he kissed me hard on the mouth. He then pumped his fist in the air and yelled loud enough for everyone in the emergency room to hear, “I’m going to be a father!”
I had smiled to myself. We had only been married for less than a year and I was still getting used to being called Skylar Steward and now I was going to be a mother. I couldn’t imagine a happier ending and as I watched Elias convince the sales lady to take the crib out of the box, he must have felt my eyes on him because he looked up at me and shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. And I held his eyes and grinned, knowing that my Navy Seal, my wolf man, was just that, mine. Forever.
THE END
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THE PSYCHIC
Olivia strained her eyes to catch the words, but they only seemed to get smaller and smaller. The time on her watch read one fifteen a.m. admitting defeat, Olivia closed the history book she was reading and put it back on the shelf. The library was shrouded in silence and weariness. Olivia gathered up her satchel and her books and made her way out of the library. On her way out she passed Erica at the returns counter.
“You look tired kid,” Erica noted.
“I have an essay to turn in next week,” Olivia explained.
“Maybe next time you should bring some friends,” Erica suggested. “Make the studying more interesting.”
Olivia smiled. “Thanks… but I prefer studying alone.”
Erica shook her head and waved goodbye. Olivia paused unsure which route to take back to Lincoln Dorm. It was only a ten-minute walk from the Harold Menken Library, but there were a number of ways to get there. She decided to cut across the lake, and then changed her mind to the Maudlin Crescent route. The wind was slightly aggressive that night as Olivia made her way back to her dorm. Olivia loved her night time strolls, tired as she was, her mind managed to find solace in the rare and peaceful quiet that fell over the campus.
She had to decide on a major that year and Olivia mulled over her choices. It was harder than she expected to pick one. The moment she was comfortable with a major in Classics, she wondered if History would be the better choice, or perhaps even French. She was so absorbed in her decision that she barely noticed that the wind seemed to be getting more hostile the further on she walked. Instinctively, Olivia turned her head down to shield her eyes from the dust blowing into her face.
“Get out of the way,” a voice hissed at her from the shadows.
“What?” Olivia said startled, unable to see the person talking to her.
“Quickly… the next gust of wind is going to take the building down with it,” he said again, a little more urgently.
Olivia looked behind her. She was standing right in front of a construction site, the university was always undergoing some form of work. Everything looked sturdy to her, but just as she was thinking this, a massive gust of wind came sweeping in from behind her, almost pushing her off balance. A large, strong hand fastened itself around her wrist and pulled her off the path she was walking. Stunned and confused, Olivia allowed herself to be pulled until her thoughts could catch up with her body. Then, she jerked to a stop, bracing herself against the screaming winds and pulled her hand fiercely from the tall stranger’s.
“Who the hell are you?” Olivia demanded.
“The guy who just saved your life,” he said dryly.
Olivia looked at him as if he were crazy. “My life wasn’t in danger.”
As soon as she said the words, the wind let out a long shriek that made Olivia’s skin crawl. She turned in time to see the temporary structure that had been set in place for the foundation of the new building come tumbling down, sending bits of debris flying from every direction. This time, when the tall stranger grabbed her hand and pulled her further away, she didn’t resist. She moved with him, stunned by his uncanny prediction.
“How did you know the building would collapse?” Olivia asked once they had come to a stop a safe distance away.
The man standing in front of her was at least a head taller. His face was half covered by shadow, but Olivia could make out the translucent hazel of his eyes. He was looking over her, towards the newly destroyed construction site.
He shrugged and replied coolly. “Logic and a lucky guess.”
Somehow Olivia didn’t buy that. “The foundation was solid… there was nothing to indicate it would collapse. It happened all at once.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Or maybe you’re just unobservant.”
With that brusque reply, he turned and left Olivia standing there. She wondered if she should follow him, but she changed her mind at the last second, feeling perplexed and completely undone.
It had been nearly a week since the site near Menken Library had collapsed. They had managed to re-build some of the damage. It had even been on the local news, with newscasters pointing out how lucky it had been that no one had been near the site in the midst of its fall. It was in the clear light of
day, after the fact, that Olivia had seen the extent of the damage.
Sitting there, in the cool quiet of the library, Olivia reflected again on how lucky she was to have avoided being hurt. Her mind had been filled with thoughts of the tall stranger who had saved her. He had given her no explanations or introductions; he hadn’t even stayed long enough to allow her to thank him. The meeting had left Olivia jarred, and she couldn’t seem to shake the feeling.
Almost as though her thoughts had summoned him, Olivia caught sight of his familiar figure walking through the doors of the library. Without pausing to think, Olivia set down her copy of Jamaica Inn and followed him. He set a brisk pace, walking up to the second floor and then making a sharp turn into a little corner stuffed with older books.
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