Rosalina's Hope by D.D. Dass (best non fiction books to read txt) 📖

slipped them down, baring her to my gaze.

I groaned at the sight, she was beautifier than I expected, pink, swollen and glistening. And I immediately wanted to taste her, but she covered herself. I wanted to spread her to me again but her blue eyes were swimming with trust and nervousness so instead I moved back up, kissing her again until her hands moved up to my shoulders and I flexed under her touch, teasing her until she was moaning. Only then did I move to the junction at her thighs.

I didn’t ask to taste her…I didn’t even feel bad as I tasted heaven, groaning the same exact time she moaned. And I didn’t—couldn’t stop as I pleasured her with my mouth, finding out exactly what she liked while giving her all the pleasure I could. Moving I kissed her tight, touching her sensitive nub while I inserted a finger into her tightness, wincing as she tensed. Closing my eyes I moved, tasting her sweetness again before moving my fingers inside her. Her hips rose, her hands pulling my hair to the point of contentment and pain. She was thrashing and then she froze, a scream ripping from her lips as I sucked her faster, my erection jerking in my pants until I pulled away, grinning from ear to ear as I caught my crazed breath.

When she opened her eyes they were hazy and I smiled, intentionally licking my lips to get one last taste of her. She sat up, her hair covering her face from my view and her hand running through it before she crawled over to me, setting herself on my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck.

The moment was perfect as I held her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at me. There were tears in her eyes and my eyebrows creased in bewilderment.

“I…” she dropped my gaze, “I’m scared to go further… I don’t want to lose you…” My heart twisted in my chest at the sadness in her voice and I closed my eyes, nuzzling her neck and inhaling that addicting lavender scent.

“Baby, tonight was for you,” I muttered feeling tiredness tug at me, “I didn’t expect more…We’ll go further when you’re ready…I won’t lose you…You’re mine.”

Her head snapped up, “Hmm…so that makes you mine…” I stifled a laugh as she pushed against my chest until I let up, lying back to watch her lean over me, her blonde hair shadowing us as she bent forward. My eyes closed and I forced myself to keep still as she brushed her lips softly to mine. I chuckled, a raspy sound and pushed her away, with a gasp she plopped onto the black blankets.

“You’re quite the seductress my red rose,” I whispered, “But now it’s time for you to rest, I wouldn’t want you to wilt.” She rolled her eyes and I grabbed her until she was lying on my chest, her eyes drooping while I stroked her sides.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes completely shutting and my breathing stopped.

“I wish you could mean it,” I replied before I could swallow the croak, closing my eyes to let the peaceful darkness swallow me.

 

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I was walking through the darkness…slowly fading into a monster. 

He was following yet I saw no one…

He was there…

He was me…

I was him.

I shouted awake, rushing up to be greeted by darkness…My breathing was choked as I closed my eyes again, opening them to find my eyes adjusting to the darkness… But he was still in me. I groaned again, running my finger tips over my sticky hot chest… lifting my fingers to find the dark liquid on them: blood.

Rosa? I stumbled out of my bed, walking through my cold empty house until I found her sitting on the ground of the porch. I watched her as she stared out into the forest. A million feelings coursed through me: protectiveness, possessiveness, adoration… The strongest of those protectiveness. I didn’t want her sitting in the floor, I didn’t want her outside or alone…I didn’t want her to see what I did to myself… Closing my eyes I sped into my room, grabbing a towel and clothing before locking myself in the bathroom.

Unable to look at myself in the mirror I left the lights off, still avoiding the mirror and entering the stinging hotness. The wounds were almost healed as I scrubbed my skin with soap, washing my hair with shampoo and then exiting the shower. I kept my senses on the outside as I brushed my teeth. I rushed into my clothes, forgetting a shirt since I was too hurried to see her again.

My breathing sped at the sight of her in my shirt again, disliking how tiny and scared she looked. Sitting beside her Indian style I pulled her into my lap, she fit perfectly, her head on my shoulder and I was surprised you could see the stars…they were bright and sparkling…

“What’s wrong?” I found myself asking. She shook her head, blonde hair muddled. “Nightmare?” She stiffened further and my wolf growled, ding, ding ding, we have a winner.

“Tell me about it.” She shivered a little, saying nothing and I didn’t expect her to…

Then she did.

“It’s Him,” she murmured softly, “He said that I belonged to him…I don’t remember how often but I know it wasn’t the first time he’d said it…I belonged to him and that he would be back…Yeah that I would always be his, that’s why he cut my cheek. A mark.” Once again I found myself wishing I could get my hands on the fucker. . . Oh, I would show him pain…

Shaking myself I hugged her tense form closer, inhaling the lavender that calmed me.

“He’s not coming back,” I muttered, my wolf disagreed with me but it wasn’t unusual, “And if it does…I will kill him,” I promised her and myself. I didn’t want her having nightmares…I knew how much they wounded. Although she nodded, she was still tense so I continued…

“There’s more…” She pulled away, looking at me with hard eyes. “I didn’t read your mind,” I snapped, angry that she would assume so even after I knew she didn’t like it.

She flinched a little but her eyes softened, “Right…Sorry.” I rolled my eyes.

“Get on with it Rosa,” I teased, looking at the stars once more.

“We’re not meant for each other...If you were normal you would have ended up with someone beautiful and not stuck with me because of some stupid…marks!” I blinked.

Welllllllll, I thought before I barked out laughter.

“It’s not funny,” she sighed but I heard the giggle that came after it. Biting the inside of my cheek I sighed, kissing her temple while stroking her lower lip.

“But it is funny,” I disagreed, continuing before she could speak, “You know, there is nothing remotely good

about me…Nothing worthy of any woman. . .especially not you.” She was looking at me, eyes swimming with altercations as I persisted, “As for the marks…they are only there to set in our emotions…Wolves emotions are stronger than humans…so we often confuse love and lust…The marks differentiate the two. But none of that matters because those others girls don’t have what you do. They simply aren’t….you.”

Her eyes were closed, a small smile played on her lips as she leaned closer to me, pressing her face into my neck. I felt beyond wonderful to put a smile on her face…I never noticed how much happier I became once she was happy…

“How can I not love you when you’re sweet like that?” I shrugged, uncomfortable. She inhaled sharply, “Do you wear cologne?” Shocked at the change of subject I shook my head.

“Why do you smell you addicting? Like peppermints.” I grinned goofily.

“Ahh that, yeah it’s an effect of mating. When mates find each other, our scents become heightened and intoxicating. But only to one another, to another male you’d probably smell…unappealing.” I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, “But don’t worry…you smell delectable, like lavender…and mine.” She shivered a little as I pulled away.

“Tell me more about your…kind. How were you created?” I chuckled, as if.

“Well my parents…”

She gasped, “You weren’t bitten or scratched then?”

I snorted, “I was born a freak Rosa. My father was a dead beat Alpha that mated my mother, an Alphena. Resulting in me and Aimee.” The mention of my father reminded me that I was a monster as well…

“When you say your father was…?”

“He’s dead,” I muttered, unable to meet her gaze.

Why don’t you tell her he’s not dead

, my wolf hissed,why don’t you tell her that he’s living inside you?

I inwardly flinched.

I wasn’t ready to tell her that…I was selfish enough to want to keep her awhile longer.

“What happened?” I felt like I’d been punched in the gut as I registered the sympathy in her tone. If only she knew…

“Pride,” I answered with a shrug, “He was drunk, as usual, and caught cheating on a card game. For lycans’ disrespect can result in fights to the death. Of course the other male demanded my father admit is wrongs…And he would not. Evidentially…it wasn’t a big loss.”

Nothing had been the same after that. My mother had lost her job and that’s all it had taken for our family to fall apart. That was when he made if time for me to take his place, be my sisters’ father, and my mothers’ savior. And I did a hell of a lot better than he ever did at the age of fifteen. But I'd been angry...wounded…still was.

“You don’t miss him?” What was there to miss? The beatings?

“No, there’s nothing to miss…When he died… I was…relieved…even if it makes me worse than him…I was…happy for a little while,” I breathed.

Thankfully, she didn’t comment but instead changed the subject, “How long do you live?”

“Longer than seven hundred years…We age slower than humans so most of us master immortality sooner or later.” She gaped.

She hemmed and I was confused at the scared look in her blue eyes, “You’re joking right?”

I shook my head.

“This is horrible!” Confused I ran my hand through my hair, but she kept on, “You mean to tell me that I’m going to get old and wrinkled at the age of fifty while you’ll be….gorgeous as ever?” I beamed lopsidedly, she thought I was gorgeous?

“You think I’m gorgeous?” She glared.

“Sebastien! This is serious,” she urged, and I sighed.

Tell her, tell her, tell her the selfish wolf repeated and I shut the idea down.

“You will always be beyond beautiful to me,” I redirected her. Her eyes narrowed as she clenched her jaw.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I went for the innocent expression, widening my eyes.

“Nothing.” She grabbed my jaw in a hard grip, making me meet her eyes. Hell.

“Tell me.” I gritted my teeth, hating how hard it was to deny her. But she knew me to well…

“There is nothing to tell.” I caught a flash in her eyes before she crushed her lips to mine. I kissed her back, wincing when her hands tangled in my hair and clutched me closer. My pants felt tight as my