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~Mara

Skidding to a stop, I gaze around at my surroundings. Incredible, they are. Grayson has lead me deep into the woods, until he made me stop at a small clearing. From running for so long, I just want to collapse on the fallen leaves below me.

Being able to shift, and run properly with no aim really expelled Kaden from my mind, but now, as I stand idle, his cruel eyes crawl their way back into my subconscious.

I wonder what he's doing right now?

The sight of Grayson shifting in front of me brings me back to reality. Naked men will forever not irk me now.

When he gazes at me expectantly, I instantly shake my head. I am honestly quite happy staying in my Wolf form, where my naked body is away from his prying eyes. He rolls his eyes at me, as if he can read my thoughts.

"Come on, there is no part of your female anatomy that I haven't seen before," he says smoothly. Now it's my turn to roll my eyes.

Does he think that's going to convince me?

"Fine. I'll turn away and promise I won't look," he tells me blandly. This, I can agree with.

Even though he seems a little disheartened, he turns around, so I can shift back to my normal form. Quickly, before he can turn around, I dart behind a tree.

"Mara?" He questions into the air, when he turns around to see I am no longer where I once was. Instead, I'm cowering behind a tree completely naked.

I pop my head around the base of the trunk. "May I be of assistance?"

"What are you doing behind there?"

"What do you think?"

He chuckles, and shakes his head.

"Fine, be that way. But you're not getting my gift then," Grayson says smugly. I narrow my eyes at him. He never said anything about a gift...

I watch him walk behind another tree, and rustle around in a pile of leaves. To my surprise, he pulls up a dagger.

"It was my parents. I wanted to give it to you, because I want to teach you how to fight," he said. My eyes widen. He wants to each me how to fight.

Nervously, I stroll around the edge of the tree. Grayson keeps his eyes on mine, not even glancing down at my body as if he's not even interested. Instead, he just casually hands me the knife.

I twist it in my hand. It's beautiful. The handle is painted with black ink, creating beautiful swirling patterns. And he wants to give this to me?

"I can't accept it," I say, trying to hand him the knife. Instead, he steps back, holding his hands up.

"Please do. Tomorrow, I will teach you exactly how to use it. You want to win this game don't you?"

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That night, the heat really hit hard. Stepping out of a cold shower, I decided to just wear a loose shirt of Evan's, and a pair of Leia's underwear.

These two really have been decent to me while I've been staying here, I realise, as I stroll back to my room. I will have to remember to pay them back somehow when this all blows over, and I can go back to the Purity Pack.

Walking to the window, I wonder if I should leave it open for awhile. Not all night, but just enough to get me to relax. So I do, leaving the perfect gap for a cool breeze to blow through.

Sleep found me quickly. Slipping into a deep slumber, my mind was burdened by thoughts of Kaden. Those eyes, with so many secrets buried deep within his irises, haunted my unconsciousness.

Heat arose me from my slumber at an ungodly hour. When I glanced over, my window was still open, and standing in front of it, was a man. I could see only his silhouette against the moonlight. Blinking, I try to see who it is, but sleep curled it's unrelenting arms around me, and dragged me back under.

I don't know what time it was, when I woke again. At first, I expelled the thought of the man as being some sort of hallucination, until I saw him, sitting at the edge of the bed.

This time, I am fully awake.

Sitting up, I rub my eyes slowly, staring down at the figure at the end of my bed. Although I can't see his face, it's obvious he is staring straight at me. Whoever he is.

"Who's there?" I question, my voice soft and rusty from sleep. They don't say anything. Instead, they raise a finger to their lips, ordering me silently to not say a word.

I can't help the sudden cut of fear that sliced through me. If they are here to hurt me, then I should be screaming for help. Yet not a single word comes out of my mouth. Not even when this mysterious room raider began leaning toward me.

His large body moved atop of mine, and for a moment, my sense flooded me. A scream danced across my lips, and I was about to let it go, but was stopped suddenly as I feel this strangers bare hand upon my face.

And what I felt, made me gasp aloud. Sparks.

*Proceed with caution from this point on!*

The smooth, large hand caressed my cheek, allowing me to feel the unrelenting stream of sparks dance across my skin.

The man leans down, his lips brushing against my jawline, making me shiver.

My mind is spinning, and all I am able to grasp, is one simple concept. The man on top of me right now, is my mate. And I can't even tell who he is.

The stranger leaves soft kisses from my jaw, to my neck, allowing me to feel how soft and supple his lips really are. I try move my hands, to run my fingers through his hair, or feel his facial features beneath my fingers, to get a better feel for who he is. But my hands don't make it far, before he grasps my wrists and forces them above my head.

"Mate..." is the only word that comes from my mouth, in a breathy mix of pleasure. His lips curl against my neck as he smiles. He knows exactly the affect he has on me.

It's as if my body has surrendered itself to him completely, as if all control has left me.

I feel his fingertips dance along the hem of my shirt. Evan's shirt actually. He seems to notice, as a low, irritated growl emanates from his throat. In one controls moment, the man suddenly rips my shirt apart down the middle. The tearing of fabric makes me gasp aloud.

How am I going to explain this to Evan in the morning?

The thought is soon expelled from my mind. This man, this elusive man gathers the remainder fabric in his hands, and discards it over his shoulder. Then I am bare to him, aside from my underwear.

I'm suddenly glad it's dark, so he can't see the tint on my cheeks, and my breasts fully exposed to his touch.

He leans above me for a moment, unmoving. It's as if he's looking at me, like he can see me. Perhaps he can, as it seems like the moonlight spotlights me, and conceals him.

My eyes instinctively close, as he swoops down, kissing my face; everywhere but my lips. With one hand enclosed around my wrists above my head, the other trails across my stomach and waist, feeling every inch of me.

Hastily, he begins to kiss lower, leaving a hot trail behind every touch of his lips to my skin. It's not soon enough, as I feel his tongue against my breast, testing me. The gasp of surprise from his hot mouth against my skin is unintentional.

His spare hand proceeds to toy with the edge of my underwear, while his mouth brings me unspeakable pleasure as his tongue circles one of my breasts hungrily. The wanton inside me begs for this man to release my hands from his grasp, but he does not comply.

Through this haze, it only just occurs to me, that this man does not wish for me to remember him. He wants me to forget about his existence by morning. I will not allow it...

Suddenly, his lips begin to trail lower, across my stomach, and past my hips. Slowly, he moves my hands, so they rest on my stomach. But still, he holds them still, so I don't dare to begin exploring his own body like he explores mine.

His other hand widens my legs, allowing him to settle between them comfortably. What am I about to allow this man to do? My mate...

One fingertip traces over my underwear sensually, make me shiver. He seems to have no worry about these not belonging to me, unlike the shirt.

I can sense his eyes on me, as he slides the fabric slowly, painstakingly slow down my legs.

All that I have gathered from this man, as I stare at his silhouette, is that he seems to naturally asserts dominance. From the way he came into my room unannounced, to the way he pins me down like an animal.

And I hate how I like it.

He leans down again, and I can see how the moonlight shines through his dark hair. But that's all I see. I can't help the soft moan that escapes past my lips, as I feel his hot breath against my core.

Instead of placing those supple lips exactly where I want him to, he kisses my inner thigh softly. His slow movements are driving me closer to insanity, and he knows it. It's obvious from the way he smiles against my skin in triumph.

The closer he gets to my middle, the more I squirm in earnest. At the same time as hating the torture he inflicts upon me, I can't help but love it too, as I don't want him to ever stop.

And when I finally feel his soft lips touch exactly where I am want, I can't help the loud moan that I express. He freezes, his fingers digging into my wrists is a warning. He's right, I should be quiet.

But it's almost impossible, as he unleashes his hot tongue upon my sensitive core. Whoever this man is, he knows exactly what he is doing, and it makes me need to turn my head into my pillow to smother my pleasure.

Having lost control of my body some time ago, I allow myself to hook my legs over this mans back and shoulders. I feel hard muscle, and long scars. Scars...Why does that remind me of someone?

But my thoughts are pushed to the back of my mind, as unexplainable pleasure takes over my body. All I can seem to concentrate on, is this mans tongue against my flesh, and how he knows exactly how to use it against me.

In a sudden rush of feelings, I begin to see sparks across my vision. I can almost feel the edge under my feet, and I begin to beg for this man to push me over.

But instead, he takes me by surprise. He pulls away.

Gently, he pulls my legs away from his back, so he can get to his feet. I am left there, a mess atop the covers, waiting for him to come back and finish the job. Instead, I'm watching him walk away, back to me.

"Wait..." I choke out.

He pauses, his head turning to listen.

"Come back," I mutter. I see him nod, before he slips back out the window, and leaves me on the bed...

As if he was never there.

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