Page 29 of Demon Rejected

The red drops of wine filled the glasses. It looked like rubies under the light of the moon.

“Here.” I offered her the glass and she took it. “Sante."

“What does it mean?"

“For your health. Have you ever had wine before?"

“All my foster moms had a thing for the cheap wine from the box. I didn’t. I drank a beer at a party once. Alcohol scared me. I wasn’t sure what will happen if I drink and lose control."

“You’re safe with me. I promise."

She took the cup from my hand. Our fingers met. I saw when she lowered her eyes. I wanted her eyes to look deep into mine when we’re one. My wolf howled and clawed at my flesh prison to let it out, let it touch its mate. Her scent was intoxicating, making the hard-on I tried to hide in my jeans almost painful. One day I’ll claim her, push her down on the ground and fuck her senseless until the only thing she’ll be able to say will be my name again and again. This was beyond lust. The mating is deep. It’s above what humans call love. A wolf would be ready to set the world on fire for his mate. My question was if a Fire Wolf had mates.

During the last weeks, I tried to research Fire Wolves, but they are so rare, our people believe them extinct. Telling even my people about Scarlett scares the shit out of me.

“Matt, are you listening?"

“Yes. The moon is beautiful. Did you know that our ancestors would consider her a Goddess?"

“No. This is fascinating."

Scarlett was so close to my lips, again, it made it so difficult for me not to fist her hair and pull her lips over mine. Last night I dreamed of her lips wrapped around my cock, moving excruciatingly slow up and down. It was madness. I woke up in physical pain.

A drop of wine, red like a pearl of blood, clung to the corner of her mouth. My index finger shot to it, touched it, and wiped it away.

“Oh, what was it?

“You had some."

“Oh, silly me. How are we going to do this? How should I try to shift?"

Why was she asking me such questions when all I could think about was me pounding her into oblivion just before my face would slide between her open thighs? My teeth bit the inside of my cheek again, so hard this time it drew blood. The pain helped me focus on what she asked and not on the way her round soft breasts moved when she talked or the way her long red hair spilled over her shoulders.

“Imagine your soul opens for the Moon Goddess. She’s offering you a present. She gives you love, strength, speed, and a long life. When you feel your heart so filled with love and joy it could burst, at that moment, your body will burst into flames and you’ll shift."

She bit her lip again. I have to find a way to stop her from doing that. Not even the wide sweatshirt could take away her beauty. The soft round feminine shape was showing through.

“Okay. Hm, yeah, I can try."

She closed her eyes. I felt her arousal again. Her scent betrayed her. I shook from the need to get my scent all over her, to mark her as mine. The way she sat and started focusing, everything made me want her more.

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Scarlett

Imagining love was the hardest part. There was no love in my life. No one ever loved me.

My mother used to call me Demon and yell at me that I was not her child just before she hit me and threw me out in the cold. I was never close to anyone. I never felt safe or at home. Except....

Except here, with Matt and his scent.

He was the closest thing to love that I could imagine. Since I was with him, I stopped wanting to end myself. I stopped cutting.

Looking at the moon, I allowed the love I felt for this cabin, this place, and this man to invade my heart and body. How would it feel to find out I had a mother that loved me, and that crazy drunken woman was not my mother? To feel the warmth of that love all inside me, so strong that it would radiate bright light into all the dark, broken corners of my twisted soul. Just as I pictured how this would feel, I opened my eyes.

The moon was so much closer. Sparky stood in front of me, wearing a sarcastic Fire Wolf smile. My soul opened. It split and reunited into itself. I felt me, the human, the girl that was scared and broken. I could see myself, hidden inside the closet, too scared to go out and get myself something to eat, holding on to Sparky. I started that fire. I also started the fire later when the caretaker at the orphanage beat us. It was a way to free us all. The blades I used over the years to cut myself, all the harm I inflicted on myself just because I was too scared of what was inside me, made sense now. I looked for Sparky under my skin.

As a small Pyro, I saw myself as broken and wrong, a damaged kid and a teen broken beyond repair and ready to end myself. I felt the last cut I inflicted on myself.