Life is not always fair.

I’ve never felt this way, the moment he stepped foot into Witch’s Brew, his gingery woody scent washed over me, even with all the scents lingering around, coming from people mingling with each other and all the booze going on, I knew he was in my pub. I had to keep myself together to finish the task at the bar, but when the music ended, and I met his hazel eyes my control flew out the window, and I made a mess. Now, I was here against a wall, kissing him nonsense, as if I was drowning in a stormy sea of emotions, and with every struggle to surface, more to the bottom of the ocean I would sink. 

I barely reached his shoulders, and he approached me in a possessive way, his eyes a mix of anger, lust and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. When he ordered me to stop, a fight happened in my head, my wolf screamed mine, mine, mine, pacing restless, while my mind screamed run, run, run, and as a result, my body obeyed him, and worse, it felt natural. Once his lips were on mine, a volcano erupted inside me, spreading molten lava into my blood, traveling to every nook and crannies, triggering off an inferno in my body that I really didn’t know if I were strong enough to fight, or burn to the core. 

My hands moved up to him, circling his neck and pulling him closer, I just lost myself in the moment, not caring if the people around, my staff, or anybody else saw or thought about it. The only thing I could think was the emotions I felt under his touch and warm lips, his messy stubble grazing on my skin, making me shiver and my womb clench. Breathing became difficult, since we were so entangled in each other, air started to falter, but what the heck, who needs air? Fuck it! He pressed his strong, chiseled body into mine, and as much my emotions were going haywire, the same was happening to him, his breaths were coming in ragged pants on top of my lips, and he was hard against my stomach, gripping at my ponytail and my waist like if his life depended on it. Then, Teague came into my mind, the loving wolf, who cared and protected me like if I was a porcelain doll. It wasn’t fair to him, even if this man was my mate, it wasn’t fair to Teague, and I felt like a slut, an unfaithful woman, and suddenly those thoughts killed the moment.

“NO! We can’t!” I yelled, pushing him away from me, averting my bright red face. It took us a few minutes to come to our senses and catch our breaths again. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’m not sorry I kissed you,” the assurance and possessiveness in his voice, sent another wave of lust from my head to toe, and I felt even worse.

“I have to go, now,” I left, and didn’t dare to look back. 

“We’re not finished, my little hurricane,” I heard him as I was going up the stairs to my place. 

I didn’t know how I got there, my heart was in my throat, and as soon as I got in, shameful tears sprung to my eyes, I stripped myself from my clothes, throwing them into the washing machine, and running to the bathroom. Guilty and shame lashed at me, and his scent smeared all over my body was driving me crazy, I needed to wash his smell from my skin. Teague. What have I done? My wolf was pissed at me, howling and restless, wanting to go back and find him again, I believe if she could, she would bite me to death. To hell with her! I wasn’t counting on ever finding my mate. I loved Teague, and now everything would change, and I was afraid, afraid of hurting him, afraid of what the future held in stock for me, I wasn’t ready for this, was it so hard for her to understand?

“Vicky? I feel your distress, what happened, sister?” Bash sorrowful voice, fluttered in my mind. His suffering was tangible, and I didn’t need to add to it.

“It’s nothing, brother. Don’t worry about it, but I can’t talk right now, tomorrow, ok?. I’m sorry,” and I closed the link. It was impossible for me to deal with anything at that minute. 

I grabbed a sponge and squeezed a huge amount of soap on it, rubbing myself hard, not missing a spot on my body. A mayhem went on my mind and I couldn’t think straight, as my tears mingled with the water. When I had enough I turned off the shower and stepped out, enveloping myself in the towel and heading to my bedroom. I sat all curled up by the head post, until Teague got home and found me there in some sort of numb state.

“Vicky?” his voice was a soothing balm to my ears. “What’s wrong, puppy?” he came to me, sitting on the bed, and once our eyes met, mine watered and tears streamed down my face. 

“Just hold me, please.” and he did, with exquisite care. His forest scent, making its way to me, invading my senses. 

They were so different, like the sun and the moon. Teague and I had a cozy life together, we were comfortable around each other, built on respect and complicity. It was a beautiful and easy sort of love, and I didn’t know if I was ready to give this love up. I stood on my knees, facing him, those gorgeous silver eyes glinting with worry, and not understanding what was going on with me. I laced my fingers in his hair, caressing those soft strands that would give him a boyish look, my eyes hovered over his face, trying to memorize every detail on it, every emotion going on there, and I had to taste him one last time.

“Teague…” I whispered, capturing his mouth to me, as his tongue slid between the seam of my lips, diving deep and entangling on mine in a beautiful sensual dance. 

Hugging him to me, I pressed my body against him, the warmth emanating from his skin under his clothes and seeping into my body. My hands glided to his neck in a light touch, then to his shoulders, down his chest, tracing each of his well-built muscles with my fingertips, until I reached the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off from him, and splashing my fingers in his chiseled belly, feeling him shudder under my palm. I had to feel all of him, I needed to erase that fear eating up on my soul. I let the towel fall from my body, pressing my soft breasts against his chest, inviting, teasing, and a low, husky growl escaped his throat, while he scraped his teeth on my neck, making me shiver in anticipation, his hands traveled down my body, caressing and teasing in such sweet torture.

“Vicky…” he murmured into my ear, kissing my earlobe and leaving a trail of little kisses down on my jaw, neck and shoulder, nipping lightly at my collarbone. “You taste so good, puppy…”

“Make love to me, Teague…” I said softly to him, while feeling his warm breath on my neck.