Rosalina's Hope - D.D. Dass (good books to read in english .TXT) 📗

erection thickened, my hands going to her waist to hold her against me as she wiggled and pulled away.

The happy smile on her face made me sigh, “You’re such a tease.”

Her hands trailed from my neck down to my chest, leaving a hot trial as I stiffened, my heart pounding in my chest. I wanted her. Badly.

“If you would just tell me,” her voice was coaxingly soft and I smiled a little, twisting her hair in my hand. Two can play this game, I thought, brushing my hand, against the swell of her breast right where the shirt cut off my view. Her breath caught and I did it again before pulling away.

“What was it you wanted me to tell you again?” I felt dumbfounded for a moment…Then I remembered.

Just tell her Bastien my body urged, but my mind rejected the idea. . . In the end, anyone could guess which won.

“If I bit you, which I won’t, we could bond life forces,” I whispered, my eyes glued to her creamy throat…My canines actually began to elongate but I gritted my teeth; no. Her blue eyes however, sparkled and I had a feeling she liked having power over me. I didn’t know if I liked or loathed that.

“And if I want you to bite me?” I closed my eyes, willing my self-control.

Thinking fast I replied, “Too bad,” and grabbed her hips, pushing her lightly away from me. I sucked in the clean, earth scented air, but the lavender was burned into my brain. Fuck.

“Be reasonable,” she pouted. Actually pouted. And I thought it was adorable… With a curse I walked back to her and knelt. She didn’t meet my eyes.

“Rosalina, I love you and it will not change. You will always be a Goddess to me…No matter what.” It was completely….honest. I loved her…She was mine. A wolf never mated twice.

“And when I die?,” she whispered. I winced, Merde.

"Rosa…,” I struggled.
“No, Sebastien, this is serious…Aren’t you the least afraid of what will happen? Once I’m gone, I’m not coming back…You have you bite me.” No, no, no I denied, shaking my head at the thought of not having her with me…At having to bite her…Panic began to fog my mind.

“No,” I breathed, anguished, “I don’t…I can’t…I won’t.”

Pretty little rhyme my wolf hissed, but you can and you will.

Before I could make a fool out of myself and curse a wolf that was in me, Rosa spoke, “Why can’t you?”

Wasn’t it obvious?

“I can’t hurt you.” It tore me up inside…my wolfs wants verses mine.

Minutes passed before she spoke, “It doesn’t have to hurt.”

I paused, “I don’t understand…”

Why did the one girl I love have to be so confusing? Why did I have to be so stupid?

Instead of answering me, she kissed me lightly. I kissed her with the same gentleness and as the kisses became stronger, hotter, she pushed herself into my lap again, tilting her head so that her neck was deliciously close. Hell no. I closed my eyes, pressing a kiss to her neck. So soft and kissable… I couldn’t bite her. No…not yet.

“Not tonight,” I huffed, and she froze. I could feel the tension deep in and her I closed my eyes. To my horror, she started to rise before I thought about the action I grabbed her hand.

“I’m not saying never; I’m just saying not tonight,” I rushed through my words softly despite the pain rising in my chest. I was such a monster.

She smiled down at me before walking away and I sighed, putting my face in my heads…

How could I take her blood? It was no wonder most males never merged life forces…How could I bite her? It dawned on me that I’d forgotten the most important part of the biting…

“If thou mate shall cease to exist the so shall thee,” I whispered to myself. As if should be the damned wolf whispered.

What choice did I have now? Going against my wolf and mate…It wouldn’t work…I wasn’t that strong…The decision was made…I had to bite her…But it didn’t mean soon. No, I would choose when.

When she returned outside, she was fully dressed. I was pleased that she kept on my shirt, but wore her shorts anyway; her blond hair was pulled up, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen.

“We should go. It’s about to be twelve and my parents are already going to kill me.” Yeah right. I rose though, and started to walk towards the front door when she stopped me.

Amusement gleamed in her blue eyes as she looked me up and down, “Showing up half naked would really get us both killed.” I smiled sheepishly and left her in the family room. In my room again I shrugged on a shirt, socks and boots, and then I walked into my bathroom and tied my hair in a leather strap, washing my face and growling when I noticed the already grown five O’clock shadow. Oh well.

When I returned to her, it was only seconds later.

“Hmm, someone’s fast.” I grinned, ran outside and was back at her side before she could blink again. I liked being myself around her… She rolled her eyes, muttering something about walking like a granny. I ignored that, grabbing her hand again. When she tightened her hold, everything fell into place. My life was going my way for once and I wouldn’t permit Rosa to slip from my fingers…Or paws I thought with a wolfish grin.

***

I groaned, listening hard to the howls in the distance, to the tormenting pull that directed me toward alpha turf.

I was already crabby, not seeing my mate was killing me…But duty called and so I ran in the direction I was being pulled, letting my senses control as I continued.

When I reached the large mansion in the middle of nowhere I exited the trees, aware of the others eyes and their shifting…Slightly away. I sighed, I hated it here.

I spotted my mother and Aimee, they were surrounded my other males and it made my teeth grit at the amount of lust in their stares…

Turning my attention away I prepared for the pack announcements, my thoughts never straying from my mate, never noticing the glare that burned into my back from the woods.

Two Months Later (Rosa):

I shivered as the coldness hit my bare skin. Yep, today was definitely the first day of winter. I grinned then, the first day I was released of grounding. Stretching I rose to look out my window, watching as the snowflakes fell.

The day I was released from grounding…Two months. God, I’d gone two months on grounding . . . without getting to see Sebastien much at all during school that is. It’d been hard but we managed to work around my parents a lot especially since my parents had no clue the love of my life was a werewolf or that he could sneak through windows no matter how much metal to put over it.

And I was so glad for that. If my mother knew she would go completely nuts, worse than she had the night I’d gotten grounded.

Sebastien had gotten my home at one in the morning, thanks to his speeding habit. My mother had been livid, baring from the front doors and swearing every oath in the book.

I went back to that night for a moment.

My mothers pretty face had been blanched, her hair messy as my father held her away from Sebastien, who someone got me behind his body. I could feel the tension in his body as I tried to peek around. But he was having none of it as his hand clamped on my shoulder.

I glared up at him, noticing to my horror his eyes were black again. His hands were shaking as I stepped closer to him, forgetting where we were and only wanting to ease him.

“Keep your hands off my daughter!” I jumped a little, blushing as I tried to step in front of Sebastien once more. He blocked me again.

“She’s not stable right now,” he said in a monotone, his gaze focused on my mother. I felt a tremble of fear go through me.

And of course my mother spoke again, “You are never going to see her again! Ever! If you come here again I swear I will kill you!” A growl ripped from Sebastien’s throat and I winced.

“Try it!” His voice rose with panic and stress, the cords of his neck straining as my mother cursed him again. With his attention on her I stepped in front of him, stretching on my tip toes and wrapping myself around him. I didn’t want to let him go but I was worried from my mother…So I kissed his neck and whispered, “Go home wolf, and I will call you.”

I turned just as father’s calm blue eyes met mine. I almost felt like I’d betrayed him somehow. And in that instant I felt torn between Sebastien and my parents…my mother. I hated it.

“Inside, Rosaline, now,” he warned as he turned, carrying my mom who had gone limp into the house.

I hurried after them.

I blinked harshly, washing the memory away. My mom still hadn’t forgiven Sebastien yet for some reason she’d allowed him to take me to therapy. I didn’t understand my mother most days so I didn’t look into it but instead love her for it.

Excited now, I grabbed my towel and took a long hot shower, washing my hair with my lavender shampoo and then carefully gliding the soap along my mating mark…afraid it’d disappear. The one that mattered at least.

Outside I dressed in a black turtle neck sweater and dark skin tight jeans, slipping my socked feet into the black Uggs. When my hair was dry I grabbed my phone and nearly flew down the stairs, almost knocking my sister down who was dressing in a skin tight sweater, a parka and blue jeans, socks being the only thing on her feet.

“What’s got you?” I grinned at the grim way she asked.

“Groundings over,” I told her as she shook her dirty blonde hair out.

“Oh yeah, you might want to put something more on. Likes gloves, a scarf and a sweater made of freaking wolf fur.” I giggled at the last part…Hmm wolf fur?

She eyed me as if I was crazy but