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~Alvera

I know I'm making a mistake, but I can't help myself.

Part of me hoped the worst of my symptoms would have worn off with the walk through the forest, but my desire only nipped at my heels, forcing me to walk faster in anticipation of seeing him.

By the time I make it to town, I'm aware the hour must be past midnight, and Venn could very well be asleep.

But if he is feeling anything like I am, I doubt he is...

I find his cabin at the end of a worn dirt path that winds into the forest. It's right on the border, and despite having lived in this area my entire life, I had no idea it was here.

I'm sure staying here made it easy for him to pass back and forth before the treaty ended. I'm just another person who had no idea about the flaw in the treaty.

Reaching his door, I release a long breath.

I hope he turns me away...but also I hope he invites me in. Desire, need and fear all clamour together in my stomach, creating a volatile cocktail of feelings.

My fist pounds against the wooden door, the sound carrying off into the still night.

Floorboards creak from within, and moments later, Venn opens the door.

My breath becomes lodged in my throat and all rational thought leaks out of my ears. He's standing before me, dark circles cut beneath his eyes, his hair messy and his skin partially glistening from sweat.

Despite looking exhausted, he looks delectable...I need him.

He blinks, frowning before rubbing his eyes. He clearly can't believe I'm standing here, and neither can I. My feet hardly ache from the exertion of walking, and all I can think about it touching him.

"Alvera, what are you doing here?" He questions, grimacing as he looks over my body before forcing himself to look away.

He may have more control over himself than me, but I can tell he's feeling it too.

"I know I shouldn't have come, but I needed to..." I break off, unsure of what excuse I should use.

Despite knowing better, I needed to see him. Part of it is to ensure this Chloe girl doesn't get her hands on him, and part of it is due to my own desires.

He grips the doorframe with one hand, his knuckles paling from the exertion. "You being here isn't a good idea, Alvera."

The way he purrs my name has my legs squeezing together. I can feel how hard it is to deny me through the tension in his voice.

"I just wanted to talk," I say breathlessly.

He rubs the hard line of his jaw. "I'm not sure I'm in the best state of mind of talk, and neither are you."

"I really don't want to have to walk all the way back." I gesture blindly behind me.

Venn surveys the dark sky and crescent moon that supplies a poor amount of light. He's weighing up the risk of having me walk back alone with the risk of what he might to do me if I stay.

The latter sounds awfully tempting right now.

"Alright, come on in then." He concedes, stepping back to give me room to enter.

"Thank you..." I slip by him, entering the cozy little cabin. "I can't tell if it's hot in here or if it's just me."

I'm swaddled in it, even more so than during the walk over. Despite it being the beginning of winter, walking through the forest felt like a hike in balmy mid-summer weather.

"The fire is going." He motions at the wall as he closes the door. "I used to live here before the treaty expired."

"It's nice. Quaint," I murmur, looking around.

There's a tiny kitchenette pressed into the corner of the room, and a circular table with a single chair next to it on the other. When I turn I see the blazing fireplace, a plush looking couch smothered in blankets, and a singular bookshelf.

My eyes graze over the spines for a moment, noting most of them have been stolen from the library, all pertaining to werewolves.

I'm assuming that was Venn's way of keeping prying eyes from learning more about him and his people.

I try not to spend too much time looking at the door open a crack that must lead to where his bedroom is. He hasn't moved much of his belongings to the manor, keeping this as a contingency place in case something happens.

I would wonder if he ever truly wanted to expose this place to me if my mind weren't on other matters...

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, keeping a few paces away.

"I'm sure you can guess," I muse, wandering over to the couch. The fabric feels soft and glorious as I sink down onto it.

His eyes darken. "Why did you come here?"

This is the moment for truth. I'm too tired to continuing lying to him, feeling the physical toll it's taken on my body.

"You know Eldon and I aren't together anymore, right?"

A muscle in his jaw ticks. "I do."

"Only you can relieve what I'm feeling right now, right?"

"That's right."

Something flutters in my stomach. His gaze feels heavy, searching. His want isn't as strong as his desire to protect me, his restraint admirable. I'm borderline ready to launch myself at him.

"So what if we make this terrible feeling go away and worry about manifesting anger next time?" I ask breathlessly, ignoring the way my cheeks warm under his scrutiny.

His brows crease. "You only just broke up with Eldon, Alvera."

"He cheated on me...in a way." I get to my feet again. "I'm upset about it, and I'm over him."

I go to advance on him but he holds his hand up, taking a wary step back. I respect his face, even if my body is trembling with unreleased need.

He looks so good. The way the flames cast shadows over the sharp lines of his face, turning his eyes a dark grey. His arms flex as he folds them, the markings circling around his biceps making my mouth water.

"I'm not sure it's that simple. I don't want you to regret anything," he murmurs, swallowing thickly.

"Why are you being so reasonable right now? How can you manage it, because I'm losing my mind," I admit hoarsely.

Every part of my body calls for him. It has done before I became his Chosen. Now more than ever it's unbearable, and I want this feeling to diminish to the point I can control it.

I know I won't regret this. It wouldn't be the first time we succumb to our need.

"You don't think I'm going insane right now?" He steps forward, his voice harsh. "I look at you and I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you so hard you forget your own name."

I nearly collapse under the weight of his words. It takes all my effort to keep upright, to make another tentative step at him until I'm close enough to see the way his chest rises and falls, to see every flawless detail of his face.

"Do it then," I whisper.

"No." He winces, pained. "Alvera I can't do that to you. You'll regret it tomorrow."

"You said I can still make rational decisions like this, that these feelings are coming from a place that already exists." I lay my hands over my chest.

"That may be the case, but this blocks out any worries for tomorrow. You'll wake and realise your mistake."

I'm tired of being protected, from having this new reality shrouded from me. Venn wants me, and I want him...I've tumbled into bed with other men for less convincing reasons.

The problem comes from denying the feelings that go deeper than the need...but that is a problem for another time.

I frown. "Why is it a mistake?"

"Because I'm not who you think I am, and right now that won't mean anything to you, but it will tomorrow!" He insists, desperation flashing in his eyes.

He's trying to convince me out of this because he doesn't want to hurt me. He doesn't know that I can take whatever he throws at me — I have so far.

"I trust you."

"You shouldn't." He steps even closer, out chests almost brushing. "You should run. You should get as far away from me as possible."

"I'm not afraid of you. I want this." I reach out, gripping the front of his shirt. I don't want him to walk away from this because of what he thinks I want. If he took a glimpse into my mind, he would have no doubt.

"You want relief, but you don't want this life." He angles his head, his eyes drifting down to my lips. "I know you don't."

"I'm here, aren't I? I'm making the most of it," I breathe, hoping he can see the fierce determination in my eyes. "Now hurry up and fuck me."

His eyes draw together, desire and frustration at war on his face before he curses incoherently under his breath, lurching forward to kiss me.

Relief melts into me first. The feeling of his lips on mine are like no other. The way he winds his hand into my hair, pulling me until my body is flush with mine has all thought vanishing.

His grip is tight and possessive as he claims my mouth. I can feel the sweat on his skin as I drag my hands down his arms, feeling the otherworldly strength bellow. I can taste his need as my tongue wars with his own, trying to gain and give the most pleasure as possible.

He releases my hair suddenly, his hand fumbling with my shirt. He nearly rips it, yanking it over my head before his mouth is on mine again.

I can hardly stay upright, my mind whirling. I need to get closer to him, to feel more of him.

"Alvera." The way he says my name against my mouth sounds like a prayer. "Fuck, you're irresistible."

"If you want this as badly as I do, then take me," I plead against his lips, winding my fingers into his hair. "Tomorrow is tomorrow's problem."

For a moment I'm worried he's going to deny me again, that he's going to pull himself from my grip and put distance between us. Instead, he pulls his mouth from mine, stopping to graze his eyes over my lust addled expression.

"Fine, you really want this Alvera?" He asks, tightening his grip on me. "You want me to fuck you?"

I practically groan with need, his words setting fire to the deepest part of me. "Yes. Please."

Our mouths meet against as I kick off my shoes and socks while his hands reach for the button of my pants. However, before my zipper can even come down, a tentative knock sounds from the door.

Venn pulls away, releasing me from his grip with an irritated growl.

"No...no stay," I beg, but my fingers don't manage to snag the material of his shirt as he approaches the door.

"I need to see who that is."

He opens it, only to reveal Chloe standing there. She smiles up at him, wearing clothing that she must be freezing in.

"Chloe, what are you doing here?" Venn questions, confusion staining his voice.

"I thought we could hang out." She grins, raising her hand. "I brought alcohol."

She hasn't looked past him to see me standing there, utterly dumbfounded and only in my bra and pants. I thought she had changed her mind, but clearly she's come to see her plans through.

"Ah, is something wrong?" Venn rubs the back of his neck, his hair mussed from where my hands were entangled in it moments ago.

"Does something need to be wrong for me to come to see you?" She frowns, her disappointment palpable. I'm sure she hoped he would be excited to see her.

"Now isn't a good time." He goes to close the door, but she continues talking.

"I know what you're going through, and I know you can't get relief because your Chosen isn't ready for you." She laughs softly. "But I'm here to offer myself to you, as I am—"

I've heard enough. Striding forward I make it to Venn's side, Chloe cutting herself off as she takes me in.

"Thanks Chloe, but no thanks. I have this covered."

I don't mean to be harsh, but she just interrupted a moment between Venn and I that I'm desperate to return to. So, I close the door in her face despite her protests, and turn back to him.

"Now, where were we?" I murmur.

He smirks, leaning forward to claim my mouth again.

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