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“I am fire, I am light.” As I say the words flames begin boiling in my veins, “Fill my body, flow through my mind. Let my flame become my guide.”
I was sitting cross legged in my practice room. Wearing my workout gear, which is also my preferred gear of choice, red sweats and a sports bra. My caramel skin glistened with sweat, my scarlet hair flowed down my back to my waist in untamable fuzzy waves. I needed some time alone to think about everything. So I came down here to call on my flames of guidance, which are something like a camp fire, only I don’t need logs or matches or even a lighter. Fire is my element to call. Watching my flames I can sometimes catch glimpses of the future. Today, I was trying to catch a glimpse of my own future. Of course, I got nothing.
I was merely five years old when my Father had taught me the incantation. See, Dad was so proud I was such a natural with my element, some kids having hit puberty before they truly had any semblance of control over theirs. Though he wasn’t exactly happy he was about to have to teach me about the birds and the bees at such an early age, and that was exactly what my first glimpse forced him to do. Not only did I see Mommy’s belly getting fat, I also saw her stretched out on a bed with blood gushing out of unmentionable places and a huge head full of curly bluish hair, my sister, Elyssia. Who, for the record, still has a big head.
“What the hell are you doing down here?” Called an irritating rough, grumbling, deep voice from behind me, pulling me back to the here and now.
I let my flames die out, though I knew exactly who was there way before I even turned around. It was none other than my best friend and hotshot werewolf, Grimm Packston; Grimm is about six foot seven, built somewhere between a pro wrestler and a body builder. Dark chocolate brown skin, hazel eyes, dark chestnut dreadlocks coming down to a delicious set of hips, sexy and knows it. Prancing in here with nothing more than a pair of jeans, showing off every bit of a hard, sculpted, muscular chest. Making the decision I was being forced to make that much more difficult.
“Trying, unsuccessfully it seems, to be alone.” I ranted at him. “What do you want, Grimm?”
“I want an answer.”
“You know, I am truly sick of all this shit!” I shouted as I threw a fireball to the wall (good thing this room is fireproof), “What are you doing down here?”
“It’s Friday, Tia.”
Damn, I forgot. Or, to be more accurate, I was trying to forget. Fridays’ Grimm usually sneaks me out to the human world. We normally go to a bar, play some pool, or go to a movie to see what the human world thinks of us. Just to do something normal, well, as normal for a witch and a werewolf can be, anyway. But this Friday, he had planned on sneaking me away for more than just one night. Something that was never going to happen.
“I won’t be going anywhere tonight, I have a date.”
Grimm turned beet red and started sprouting fur on the back of his large hands, eyes turning into pools of pitch black, “With who?”
“My fiancé.” I hate using that word, “You knew this was coming just as well as me, just sooner than we both thought, seems that way anyhow. And, if I see one fucking claw I will not hesitate to set your ass on fire.”
That stopped him in his tracks, for a minute anyway. “You wouldn’t.”
“You really wanna test that theory? Try me.” I started bouncing a fireball in my hand. Finally, he shut his eyes and calmed himself, at least physically. His energy was still vibrating like a tuning fork in the air.
“Just because you know something’s coming does not mean you have to like it. You think I want some bastard putting his hands on you? I….” Grimm hesitated, then said through clenched teeth, “I don’t like it.”
“It’s not for you to like or to not like, it is what it is. You think I like it? You of all people know damn well how I feel about it.”
“Why don’t you enlighten me? ‘Cause I’m afraid I have no idea how you feel.”
“How can you stand there and say that to me?! You and I both have always known I’d been promised to him since the day I was born. I never had a choice in this. Love has never been an option for me. None of this is about what I want or how I feel or how anyone else may or may not feel about me.
“There has only been one man in my entire life who has ever cared to know the real me, who has ever displayed any care about my hopes and dreams. There is only one man who has ever looked at me and seen just plain Tia not ‘all powerful Princess Tialanna’. There is only one man who has ever looked at me and seen more than just a weapon to be wielded.”
“Tia, please don’t’ cry—“ he took a step closer to me.
“NO!!” I could feel my eyes turning molten gold, then to a blazing red. I could feel fire threatening to burst from my every limb, but I had no idea I was crying, that’s something that hasn’t happened in years. “You claim to not know how I feel, well I’m telling you. So, just shut the hell up and listen! I love you, Grimm, I have always loved you and from the bottom of my very soul I know that some part of me always will. But, we both have always known you and I were never a possibility. So why are you doing this to me now? WHY?!” With each word, I was steadily reaching my breaking point, but I continued on. I had to get my point through that thick ass skull of his. “I can’t be with you no matter how much my body may ache for your touch, no matter how much my heart is ripping up inside of me at the very thought of having to walk away from you. No matter how empty it makes my soul feel, I have to do this. You know that just as well as I do.”
Grimm began stepping forward with those dark pools of his boring into me. If he would only let go, it would be so much easier for me to do the same. Why can’t he seem to understand that?
“We can leave this world and be together. All we need is each other. As long as I have you, I don’t give a damn about anything else. I lo—“
“No, don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it. I can’t bare to hear those words from your lips right now. Not when I know what I have to do. I can’t just abandon my people, and what’s more my Father would kill you. That is the one thing I will never be able to live with. Even if I can’t have you in my life, I would rather walk away and never look back than be the reason your life is taken away.”
He started walking closer. I started backing away. By this time I was so frustrated, my hands were literally on fire and tears felt like acid burning a trail down my heated skin.
Everything he was saying was true. It just felt as though he was taking how I felt and slapping me in the face with it. I’ve been looking for signs of this supposed impending battle for years and still nothing. But if I did leave and something to endanger my people did happen, what then? I can’t take that chance.
Whether this battle comes or not, my Father would kill Grimm. I couldn’t, wouldn’t chance that.
He kept coming closer. I lifted my blazing hands and he stopped.
“Tia, I love you. I have loved you since before you could even light a match. I thought I could just be a friend to you and that would be enough. I thought that any part of your life would be better than nothing. I thought wrong.”
“Grimm, stop. I want you so bad it hurts. But, I can’t have you. I can’t do this.”
“YES. YOU. CAN!” He growled at me.
“No, I can’t. My father would hunt us down and kill you. We would never be able to have peace, constantly looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives. What kind of life would that be?”
“Fuck your father!” He yelled with a slight growl at the end.
“I love you, Grimm. But I can’t do this. I won’t do this. I won’t—“
He came at me so fast, I didn’t even realize I had backed up all the way to the wall. He pinned my arms above my head and kissed me. His lips were on mine with such force, it was almost painful, yet gentle at the same time. My body felt like it was melting on the inside, it felt like time had frozen. There was nothing but us and our passion for each other. Nothing else mattered, nothing else even existed.
I didn’t even realize my flames were out until he let his hands slide down my arms and he was cupping my breasts, there was nothing between us but the material of my sports bra. As his hands slid down lower to my stomach, my hands slid down to his flawless, muscular chest that was slick with sweat. He started pulling at my pants. Then before what little self-control I had left abandoned me, I pushed him and broke our kiss.
We both just stood there, panting, staring into each other’s eyes. As if we were looking into each other’s souls. His eyes black pools of a deep endless night, mine the blazing red of a wildfire.
“Please, don’t do this.” I said when I was able to find my voice.
“Don’t what?” He snarled, “Love you?”
“Yes. No. Just stop!” I shouted in his face, barely able to think, to breathe, “Tonight is the beginning of my courtship with Bran. We have to stop.” Even though stopping is the last thing I want.
“You think Bran can make you feel like this?” He damn near growled as he grabbed the back of my head, gripping my hair and rubbing his face in the crook of my neck. He inhaled deeply, sending chills down my spine, “I can smell your lust, Tia, your desire for me. ME, not him.”
“It doesn’t matter.” I replied weakly.
“Yes the hell it does matter. I am not giving up that easily, Tia. If this is the last chance I have with you, I am taking full advantage. I will make it so that every time you look at him, you will wish it was me.” He ground out each word slowly and precisely through clenched teeth, “Every time he beds you, it will be my face you’ll see, my hands you’ll long for, my name on the tip of your tongue.”
And then he was kissing me again, harder and faster than before. His tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. Our tongues twisting together in a wild exotic dance. My body felt like it was on fire and so did his. Then we were sliding down to the floor to our knees. He gently laid me on my back, never breaking our kiss, my legs opening seemingly of their own accord to accommodate his berth. Slowly, oh so slowly, he broke our lingering kiss. He was on top of me, hands on the floor like he was doing a push up, eyes black as pitch; I could see my blazing eyes reflected in those dark pools.
Still balancing on one arm and looking into my eyes, he was sliding his other hand down my body pulling off my pants. Very slowly he slid his hand up the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. His hand crept up my inner thigh until he found that spot that let him know just how hot and wet I was for him. Then he was nipping and licking his way down my neck while flicking his thumb over my clit, making my body shudder against his. When he found my breast and took as much of it into his mouth as he could, he drove two fingers inside me. He then released my breast and kissed his way down to my naval, licking delicately down toward more sensitive regions, all the while his fingers caressing, rubbing, and probing. Suddenly, just when I thought I was about to explode with pleasure, his fingers were replaced with his tongue, going deeper than I thought was possible, and he was drinking me like I was the finest wine.
Somewhere in all of that, he must have taken off his own pants because, suddenly, he was once again hovering over me, and with our gazes locked he thrust every inch of himself inside of me (and trust me, there were a lot of inches). Leaving me gasping for air and wanting to beg for more.
“If you want me to stop, tell me now and I will.” He snarled, pulling out slowly, making a small sound escape from my lips, until only the tip of him was left inside, “If I am only allowed this one last time, allow me at least this much to keep with me. Allow me to have every piece of you, if only once more.” He gave another deep, powerful thrust, making me cry out, “Allow me to give you every inch of myself for just one final time, allow me to feel every hot, sweet spot that is all you. Even if you do go on with this foolish plan, he will only have your body. Only I will forever own your heart.”
He kissed me again, then said, “I swear, you will regret leaving me.”
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