At first, we stood there our faces pressed firmly together, I stiffened not sure exactly how to react. Her hands wrapped around my neck pulling me impossibly closer to her. Suddenly, her mouth was moving fiercely like she was trying to devour me in that one kiss. Initially, the sensation of her warm lips against mine was strange. It had been years since I had felt any type of intimate contact, but it didn't take long for the scent of cherry orchid and lily blossom to completely engulf my senses, as tingles surged through me stemming from our close proximity.
Gradually, I found myself getting lost in the feeling of her soft full lips. Giving into the passion of the moment my eyes closed, my heart beat wildly in my chest. A raspy groan escaped my mouth as I encased my arms around her small frame. She tasted like ripe peaches on a warm summer day. This was the first time in forever I had felt alive.
It wasn't until her hands gently tugged at my hair that I seemed to break out of my lust filled haze. Olivia had always done the same thing in a fit of passion. I quickly pushed Izzy away from me with more force than I had intended, causing her to land flat on her butt a few feet away. I should have offered to help her up, but I was too overcome with guilt. I turned away walking over to the large leather sofa and slumping onto it. What the hell had I been thinking?
I felt disgusted with myself betraying Olivia like that. It didn't matter that she was gone; she was still the one I promised to spend the rest of my life with.
"I'm sorry," I said aloud hoping my words would somehow reach her, and maybe she would understand how horrible I felt for having that moment of weakness.
"It's okay," Izzy replied pushing herself up from the floor where she had landed. Her words caught me off guard. "I shouldn't have just thrown myself at you like that. I don't know what I was thinking. It was a huge mistake."
Looking up, I realized she had mistaken my comment. She thought I had been talking to her, apologizing for pushing her onto the floor. I didn't bother informing her that it wasn't the case. I couldn't bring myself to muster a response. I wanted to be angry with her, to blame her for kissing me. But it wasn't her fault. I had allowed it to happen, enjoyed it even. That thought alone filled me with shame. How could I have taken such pleasure in kissing someone that wasn't my mate?
Izzy awkwardly stood there playing with her fingers refusing to look at me. Her lips were pink and swollen, her eyes swirling between their naturally beautiful light gray to black. I could easily smell her arousal from where I sat halfway across the room. The urge to go to her and comfort her was powerful, but I was afraid of what I might do if I got any closer to her. I wanted her, craved the sweet taste of her lips on mine. Instead, I sat there staring blankly at her unsure of what to do.
"I umm...I uh... I got to go," She blurted out as she turned to leave. My mouth opened to tell her not to go, to apologize, but nothing came out. I watched as she nearly tripped over her own feet trying to get out the door.
"Ugh," There were no words to express the level of frustration I was feeling. I sat there with a turbulent storm of conflicting emotion surging through me when suddenly my body began to shake violently. My muscles convulsed, as agonizing pain flooded through me dropping me to the floor. Abruptly the bones in my body forcibly broke and reformed.
My mind was reeling as I tried to comprehend what was happening to me. I knew I was shifting, what I didn't understand was why I was in such excruciating agony. No shift had ever felt this way. Shifting was normally slightly uncomfortable, but it alway came so naturally. Only my first shift had actually caused me any pain, but it hadn't been even remotely close to this torture.
Sweat drenched me, my clothing clinging to my body. I attempted to crawl towards the door. After dragging myself a few feet, I collapsed as another searing pain ripped through me. A ferocious growl emerged from my mouth, the room spinning around me. Seconds later, Asher and Griffin erupted through the door searching for the source of the noise. The last thing I saw before my vision went black was a look of pure unadulterated horror mirrored on each on my friends' faces.
~~~~~~Author's Note~~~~~~~~~
Two updates in one week, my way of thanking you all for all the support.
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