Shadows of a Broken Bond

A Kiss and Dinner

(Xander)

I took a deep breath, taking in her delicious and intoxicating scent.

She’s a virgin. No wonder she smells so divine’, Storm says. She hands me a shot and I down it thinking of everything she just said. She’s not asking for much. I can give her everything she’s asking for, but will she have me?

‘First you have to tell her everything’ Storm says and I sigh.

“Are you okay? You look like you’re having an inner battle with yourself”, she says.

“You have no idea” I mumbled. I saw her eyes go one of my scars that I had gotten over the years and her eyebrows furrowed. When it comes to silver or wolfsbane, it scars. I see her hand was coming up to touch it, but she stops before she did and looks up at me. I nod, letting her know it’s okay, and she gently touches it. The tip of her soft fingers trailed over the scar making goosebumps appear on my body before she retreated her hand. She never asks about the scar, but I can tell she wants to ask.

“Well, if you ever want to talk about it, I’m told I’m a good listener” she says, handing me another shot. Is she talking about my inner battle with my wolf, about telling her the truth or the scars?

‘Maybe both’ my wolf says.

“Soon”, I tell her and she nods, downing another shot. We both swim and drink until the bottle is gone. The sun is starting to set now. I heard giggling and I looked over at Kamile. She swims over to where I’m sitting on the stairs and smiles at me. Her perfect perky breasts are leveled with my eyes.

“Your hair is all over” she says, standing up and gently ranking her fingernails on my scalp. It feels amazing, and I can’t help but moan.

“Xander?” she calls, making my eyes snap open.

“Can I try something with you?” she asks innocently, and I can hear her heart racing. I nod once, and she leans down placing her lips on mine. My wolf howls in my head and a low growl from deep in my chest escapes my lips the moment she pulls back. I want more- no I need more. As if knowing my thoughts, she leans over again and kisses me. This time I gently bit her bottom lip, making her gasp. I took this moment to thrust my tongue in her mouth. Soon she’s mimicking me and I swear I saw stars. When I pulled back from our kiss, her lips were swollen, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Wow” she whispers, touching her lips while looking at my chest. She looked up at me and I could see that she was about to ask something when her stomach growled. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks turned red.

“I… uh… I should go make dinner. Excuse me” she squeaks out before getting out and rushing past me.

‘Our little mate is shy’ Storm chuckled, but I froze at his words.

‘She’s not our mate. Our mate rejected us’ reminded my wolf.

‘We can choose a mate if we want, human and I choose her. She’s the one for us. I have seen all your memories of her, and she cared for you even when you were a child. I know she’s the one’, Storm says. Can I really do that? Can I choose my mate? But will she accept me when she finds out the truth about me? I groaned, scrubbing my hands on my face. I got out of the pool and headed inside. Kamile is not in the kitchen, so she must be upstairs. I sniffed the air before following her scent to the third floor. I go to my room and grabbed some clean boxer briefs, then headed to the bathroom.

I turn on the shower and undressed before jumping in the shower. I could still feel her lips on mine. My wolf, was being an ass, begins to show me images of Kamile, naked, on my bed. My c**k hardens instantly and I groan. I grab the base of my c**k and begin to move my hand up and down as I imagine myself kissing her lips, neck, and chest before I start sucking, licking and nipping at her breasts. I then imagine me kissing and licking her p***y. I imagine her moaning, writhing all over the bed as I continue to lick her p***y. I feel my balls tightening, and I explode when I imagine screaming my name as she cums all over my face.

“f**k!” I growled. I take a deep breath before washing my body and hair, I then let the water message my back for a little while before getting out of the shower. I towel dry myself before going out to the room. I grab some black sweatpants and a white t shirt before heading downstairs. My stomach growls when the amazing sell of food fills my nose. I walk towards the kitchen and I see Kamile cooking and also on her phone.

“No, just go ahead and reschedule him for another day. I have a full schedule… you know which restaurant he likes, so go ahead and make a reservation for three… that’s no problem. Of course. Have a good night” Kamile says before hanging up the phone. I watched as she continued to move around in the kitchen without knowing I was there. I watched her for about an hour. Finally, she turns and sees me there.

“Hey, food is done. I hope you’re hungry” she says.

“Starving. It smells amazing” I said, making her blush. I sit on the island, and she places a plate in front of me. There’s white rice, beans, and bacon wrapped chicken breast stuffed with broccoli. It’s the same thing she gave the first time we met when she was eight. I looked at her and I swear I saw that eight year old girl watching me to see if I liked the food. I cut into the chicken and took a bite. It’s juicy and tender. I couldn’t help but moan.

“Wow, this is incredible” I said truthfully before grabbing some rice and beans.

“There’s more if you want seconds” she said. She places a glass in front of me with lemonade. She sits down and we both eat in a comfortable silence. When we finished eating dinner, she brought out strawberries stuffed with cream cheese and drizzled with Nutella.

“Wow, I never had this before” I admitted.

“I’m glad you liked it” she smiled.

“The food you just made, have you made it before?” I asked.

“I made it once before, when I was eight. I haven’t made it again until now” she said.

“Did you make it for your parents?” I asked, even though I knew the truth.

“I tried, but my parents always told me to stop that nonsense and focus on school, so I could run the company when it was time. But I liked cooking, so I went out to look for someone who would tell me if they liked my cooking” she said.

“Did you find someone?” I asked.

“Yes, I did” she smiled.

“Were you too close?” I asked.

“At first we didn’t know each other, but after that day, he became my friend, my only friend- no, he became my best friend and over the years I developed a crush on him, but I kept it to myself” she says.