I wish to make physical contact with the posterior I have been observing all evening. My hands descend, and upon firmly grasping her posterior, she emits a moan into my mouth. Expletive! I experience an intense emotion of affection and longing for her. I cease kissing her and gaze into her eyes. I understand that I cannot express my love for her. I met her only five minutes ago, so I informed her of her perfection. She bites her lip, and exclaims! I wish to engage with her in this location.
I restrain my impulse and gently extract her lip from her teeth using my thumb. They are exceedingly soft, and I feel compelled to kiss them. I draw her nearer and kiss her once more. I transition from kissing her delectable lips to her neck. As I kiss her neck, I can sense her breath quickening. I detect her arousal, and a gentle moan escapes her lips. I experience a surge of electricity coursing through my body.
“You are arousing me,” I whisper in her ear. I observe that her formerly blue eyes are now black with longing.
“You are genuinely arousing me,” she confesses in a hushed tone. I seize her and kiss her again with increased fervour, elevating her off the ground. She encircles me with her legs. Expletive. I perceive her warmth upon me. I appreciate the sensation of every part of her body. I desire her. I desire her entirely. Her hand is in my hair, and when she gently tugs it, it exhilarates me. I emit a sound of pleasure. She intensifies the kiss and presses against my arousal. We must leave this place immediately.
I perceive someone vocally summoning her name from behind me, and I am irate. Understand the implication. Following the fourth instance, Celine withdraws from me.
I am unable to control it. I emit a growl. What is the reason for the interruption?
“What?”She states, and I can discern from her tone that she is also irate. My friend is exceedingly attractive.
“You severed all mental connections,” the girl laments.
“What is your inquiry?”She enquires, still irritated.
“Giselle was attempting to contact you.” Alyssa is here. “She is in the infirmary,” she states. Celine’s entire body language undergoes a complete transformation. I observe the panic on her face as she releases her grip and disentangles her legs from mine.
“I apologise, I must depart,” she states while hastily leaving.
Momentarily astonished, I pause to collect myself before pursuing her. I observe a man trailing her as she exits the door. Who is he? He is a large individual. Undoubtedly a superior-ranking wolf. Who are Alyssa and Giselle, I ponder? I approach the door, but Aniyah halts me, visibly irate. I surmise she has witnessed at least a portion of the events that transpired between Celine and me this evening. I am indifferent.
“Who is Alyssa?” What about Giselle?“I enquire of her.”
“Alyssa is Celine’s daughter, and I am unfamiliar with Giselle,” she states with a look of pride. Her child? What is it? Although Celine has departed, I pursue the fragrance. Shortly, I arrive at a nearby green structure. I open the door, circumvent the nurse, and pursue her fragrance.
I hear a child screaming and question its veracity. Does my friend indeed have a child? I round the corner and my heart sinks. I observe my friend cradling a young girl in her arms. An expression of concern permeated her visage. My initial impulse is to approach her and provide solace. I detest witnessing her distress. Celine is cradling her daughter and gently swaying with her in her embrace.
“Hush… It is alright, dear,” she reassures the child soothingly.
What transpired?Her voice is composed yet assertive.
She was slumbering in her cot. She likely awakened and attempted to ascend from the cot. The woman explains, “I did not hear her crying or any sounds, but suddenly I heard a bang. I went upstairs and believe she struck her head on the corner of her toy bin during the fall.” She is profoundly distressed.
“Very well, Giselle.” It is acceptable. “It is not your fault,” Celine informs her. Celine shifts aside, revealing the young girl’s face, which is covered in blood. It is unsurprising that there is widespread panic. “It is acceptable, my dear; Mother is present,” she reassures the weeping infant.
“Where is the physician?”The irate blonde man enquires. He possesses blond hair, as does her offspring. Is that so? Are they in a relationship? I observe attentively and analyse their body language.
“He will arrive shortly.” A nurse confesses, “He was present at the ball.”
Celine requests, “Brandon, hold her; allow me to examine it closely.”
He seizes the young girl, saying, “Come here, my little princess,” while Celine inspects her wound.
The incision is not particularly profound. The crown of the head contains numerous blood vessels, which accounts for the significant bleeding. She is well; the injury is superficial. “Had she been older and possessed her wolf healing, this would not have posed a problem; it would have healed rapidly,” she concludes. She addresses the nurse, “I require a light to examine her pupils!””
