DAYLILY: Awakening
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Folding my arms across my chest, I wait for Luke to recover. "Luke, what the hell are you doing here this early?" I give him a once-over. He's out of breath, wearing nothing but boxer briefs and a grey t-shirt—the material stretching over the ripped muscles underneath. I should probably stop ogling him but the man is attractive, even five in the morning with messy hair. Luke runs a hand through those gold locks as if he knew I was commenting on it in my mind. He seems a little nervous. "Out with it? I would like to go back to bed."...Nothing, he just stares at me with a clenched jaw. The rise and fall of his chest tell me he's taking deep, slow breaths. "Luke, honestly. What is going on? Did something happen?" Finally, the man speaks.
"Yes..."
“Okay...and?"
"I turned 18 last night." His voice is hushed.
"Well, happy friggin birthday. I really think we could have celebrated this at least three hours later, honestly." His eyes are raking over me and suddenly, I feel a little nervous myself. Luke steps forward and instinctively I step back. I see the flash of his wolf in those beautiful big blue eyes. Shit. Putting my palms up, it dawns on me.
"Luke. Is this what I think it is?" I'm not 18 yet, my birthday is in a few weeks, but I've always felt a slight pull towards Luke. I was finding myself orbiting him and drifting towards him at times. He doesn't even answer me, I only see him dip his chin once. His hands are making fists as he stalks across the wooden floor. My back hits the wall, and I can't go anywhere. When he reaches me, I have to lift my chin up because Luke towers over me, exuding strength and...I don't know lust? In a low growl, I hear him muster the word mate.
He abruptly kisses me so deeply I have a genuine fear of suffocating. We've kissed before, hell we've hooked up before but it never felt like this. He takes me by my arms and quickly lifts me up against the wall, then keeps me there by pressing his body into mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, his boxer briefs doing little to hide his desire.
He pulls away from the kiss to look at me. He was asking me a silent question. We stumbled into bed together drunkenly the previous times, and I always made a quick escape the next morning, or he did. This is different, and he's asking me permission, not to mark me because I have to be awakened before that can happen, but to be with me.
I reply by pulling his head back to me and placing kisses over his mouth, jaw, and neck. Dipping my hand down his boxer briefs, I pull him to me, feeling the very firm muscles of his very, very attractive bum. My hips move on their own accord and Luke almost growls in return. "I won't make it up the steps if you keep moving your hips.". I kiss him and give his lower lip a nibble.
The man tastes better than waffles with syrup and ice cream. He pulls me off the wall and carries me up the stairs. Plopping me down on the bed, I just sit and watch him pull off his shirt and step out of his boxer briefs. I never got to actually take in the man standing in front of me in my previous drunken states. Pure power and ripped muscles everywhere. All his appendages are...impressive and I suck in a breath. I want to start undressing but he stops me. "That's my job."
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