Awakening The Unknown

KASSIDY

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Two days have passed since we came here to the Other Plain, and I learned a lot more about Wren. All the things he liked, disliked, games he played and shows he's watched.

I even found out he and Ben watched anime together. Apparently they're huge fans.

So am I.

"Hey, Wren?" I ask. My face was currently nuzzled in his neck as we lay together in bed.

"Yeah?" He answered playing with my hair.

"When we finally..." I gulped.

"Do it, can you be gentle about it? I'm a virgin and I don't want to die from you and your Wren Jr." I tell him.

I seen and felt that thing, and I knew it would ruin my insides.

"What are you afraid of?" He asked with a sly smirk on his face.

"I'm not afraid, just concerned, especially about you." I poked a finger into his thick muscled chest.

"Is that so?" He drawled out. His fingers trailed down my spine from the ends of my hair.

"Yup." I gulped.

What is he planning?

He leaned down, his breath fanned across the tip of my ear.

He whispered in a deep, resounding voice.

"Why is that?" The sound of his voice alone made small flames of desire spark inside of me. I looked up into his eyes, craning my neck to have a better view. By the look on his face, he was completely serious. I squeaked and jumped from under the warmth of the covers. My foot got caught in the sheets, resulting in me busting my ass.

In a very unattractive way.

Right in front of Wren.

Face palm.

"Ugh." I groaned rubbing my throbbing butt.

"I think I'm hurt." I whined.

All Wren did was try to hold in a snicker at my attempt of summoning him to my aid.

"Get off the floor. You're embarrassing yourself." He chuckled shaking his head.

"Why don't you get your lazy ass off the bed and help me!" I shouted pointing to myself.

"Okay, okay." He puts his hands up in surrender with a smirk on his full lips. Waiting patiently for Wren, I struggled to pull my foot out of the tangled sheets. Wren kept laughing at me and my struggles with the sheet.

An amazingly stupid idea has now popped into my head.

I felt the flames licking under the skin of my hands, humming to life to my service. I calmed to raging flames to stay to my hands and not to my entire body.

Of course with more practice, I could have more control over my ferocious ability with these flames. But for now, my attention and concentration was solely on my hands.

The red, orange and black hues lit up the room with its warm airy feel. I reached up to the sheets with my blazed hands and hovered my hand above the thin, yet trapping fabric.

"What are you-?" Wren was cut off by the crackling of the ignited fabric wrapped intricately around my ankle.

"I'm setting myself free." I smiled up at him from my position on the floor. The cracking got a bit louder than I anticipated.

I moved my hand back and called my flames back into the shell of my flesh and looked at the bow burnt to a crisp fabric. There was a small hole burnt through the blankets and sheets too. A small black hole was now in the mattress too. Wren looked at me, to the bed, back to me with a stern look testing on his brows.

"How are we going to explain this to Solanis?" He put his hands on his hips.

I threw my hands up and shrugged. "I guess we can sleep and talk on that couch over there." I suggest and point to the creme themed couch.

"Fine." Wren grumbled under his breath. He trudged over to the couch and plopped down with a slight pout to his lips.

"We could be even closer now that we're on the couch." I awkwardly smiled at him in an attempt to cheer him up.

"I don't want to be close to you right now." He turned away from me. He stood to his feet and continued to pout by himself in the cornered chair on the other side of the room.

"You know what?" I crossed my arms at stared him down.

"You can stay in that chair. I won't be sharing any of my warmth with you tonight or the rest of the time we're here." I declared with a nod of finality.

"I don't care." He grumbled.

Oh so that's how it's gonna be, huh?

"Fine." I stood up and pulled my shirt from over my head and roses it onto his face. My shorts and socks didn't stay on that long either. I heard him take in a sharp inhale of breath. I know he liked these underwear. My black laced lingerie set. I wasn't wearing a thong, but my ass looked great in these boyshorts.

"Do what you want. I won't be joining...you." He gulped. I was nonchalantly sipping water from a bottle Solanis had given me. I made sure that some water escaped the bottle on my chin going down. His eyes moved with the flowing water droplets dripping from my chin, down my chest, to my stomach into my waistband of my underwear.

I gulped down some more water making more water flow down my body.

"Is there a problem, Wren?" I smirked with a raised brow. I put the cap back onto the bottle and twisted the cap. I knew there was water droplets on my lips.

"Hey, Wren?" His head snapped up to my voice.

I slowly dragged my tongue across my lips, licking the water from my lips. His eyes calculated the movements like a predator. A low growl emitted from his throat at my actions.

"You're playing with fire, Mate." He growled. His hands were tight on the armchair. I need to win this, He was being an ass wipe.

So, I got to thinking.

WWAD? What would Anais do?

An evil, beautiful plan sparked to life in my mind. I picked up the bottle of water and unscrews the cap.

"I'm hot in here." I smirked and dumped the whole thing over my head and body. I slicked my hair back with hands as more droplets swam the depth of my flesh. His eyes were everywhere on me. His own tongue flicked out to lick him plumped lips.

In an instant, I was pinned down on my back and Wren was on top of me. His lips captured mine with ferocity. His tongue swept through the closed seams of my lips and into my mouth, crashing over every nook and cranny of my mouth.

"Are you done with your little show now?" Wren growled against my lips.

His hand wrapped around my waist and wiped the water around my body.

"Are you done being an ass?" I cocked and eyebrow breathlessly. That kiss took my breath away quiet literally. He smirked and leaned down again, his breath fanned on my neck.

He chuckled while shaking his head at me.

"Not yet, Mate." He tucked back a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Two more days, Wren." I reminded with a nervous breath. I don't know how I felt about Wren yet. I know that I like him, I just doesn't know about the other 'L' word.

Love.

"How do you feel about us?" He asked. His brows furrowed slightly with uncertainty.

"I don't know." I admitted quietly. He rolled off of me and into his side of the bed.

He sighed and crossed his arms behind his head. "How do you feel about me?"

"I don't know." I whispered. I thought about this a lot. I wondered if he has too.

"Do you love me, Wren?" I blurted. My cheeks set ablaze with a deep tinted blush scattered across my cheeks. The room went silent, only deep, calculated breaths were being taken.

I could tell he was thinking hard about his next words.

I was too.

It's not like I don't love him, but it's not like I do either.

Maybe he feels the same too.

After another pregnant moment of silence, he spoke.

"I don't know yet." He whispered. His head turned slightly to the right side, facing me.

"Do you love me?" I heard a faint shudder in his voice. He was just as nervous as I was.

"What if I told you that I neither love or don't not love you?" I say turning to my left to face him now. He gave a small smile and rolled his eyes.

"What if I told you that I feel the exact same way. What if I said that I don't want to see myself without you. That I don't want to see you with someone else, but I just to keep you for myself?" He rhetorically responded.

"What if I told you that's how I feel, too? I would probably kill Brayden if you two actually had gotten together." I chuckled, he soon after joined me in my laughter. We turned small giggles and chuckled into full on throaty laughter.

He brought his arms around my body and pulled me close while still laughing with me. I sat up and sat between his opened legs, sitting on my heels facing him now.

He too sat up and leaned back on the headboard. Our laughter died down and we stayed staring into each other's eyes.

So many emotions passing all at once. I couldn't help myself and grabbed him by the back of his neck and crushed my lips to his.

I couldn't just ignore the way my body hummed to life when we were near each other. The way that my flames heated under my skin when he shocked me with his fingertips, trailing them across my skin.

I couldn't ignore him.

He changed everything.

I was never really interested in my mate.

I was fine by myself, I had my girls with me.

I never thought that someone could break everything around me and put the broken pieces back together with his already broken ones.

Now, in his arms, I was sane.

I was safe.

I was okay.

I was okay from the dangers that chased me all my life when I wasn't with him.

I was practically dead without him, an empty shell with no purpose in life but to float around the wide sea.

He was the captain that saved me from drowning in my sorrows.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders tighter than they were already. He pulled me by my waist on top of his and held me close to his body. The small shocks of lightning and sizzles of fire swirled around the closed between us.

The bond was already becoming stronger.

Strengthening the bond that would tie us together for life.

The way we responded to each other was unreal, the way he would freeze up when my hands took venture around the ridges of his body. The way his breath would sharply intake when I kissed his jaw and neck.

I responded the same way.

I would lose my breath when his hands circled my hips and when his fingertips cooled down my burning skin with a simple touch.

We really were meant for each other.

I rolled my hips against his involuntarily when his hand crept under the hem of my underwear. His large hands kneaded the soft flesh of my behind with strong grips. Soft moans tore from my throat and were muffled by his kisses.

My hands pushed him down onto his back and crawled up his lap. Straddling his hips, leaning down to steal another kiss from his lips again.

His hands still on my lower cheeks, still gripping, squeezing, handling what was his.

"Maybe we should stop." I mumbled against his lips as he pressed me down on my hips to his growing bulge in his shorts.

"Maybe we should." He mumbled in between kisses. I kissed harder and he met my lips with the same hunger. The same burning desire to have him all to myself.

I remembered when I asked my mom for the first time what being in love felt like.

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A couple years ago:

I was sitting across from my mom at the dinner table.

I looked at her.

"What's it mean to be in love?" I asked with a tilt of my head. She thought for a second and a bright smile popped onto her face.

"Being in love is the feeling of getting tingles when your with the person you have interest in. They change everything around you." My ears twitched in excitement.

"They change what you believe in and make you question everything you've ever though you knew. They make you feel all fuzzy and warm when you're together." She pinched my cheek, a bubbling laughter burst from my lips.

"They make you feel happier than anything unimaginable in the world."

"They are your world." She paused and looked out into the yard where dad was working on his car.

"Without them, you feel like there would be no point in going on with life. You wouldn't be you without them in your arms, by your side."

"Even if that person can't be in your arms at a certain point in time, you'd still want them to be happy, even if it's not with you." I nodded my head.

"But sometimes you just want that person all to yourself and no one else can have them, except for you. As selfish as it seems, you tend to feel that way when you love someone."

"That's what being in love feels like." She finished. I gasped at her with wide eyes.

"I wanna be in love one day!" I announced. She laughed and let my hair.

"You will one day," she sighed with a happy smile on her face. She looked back out the window at dad.

"You will."

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Mom was right.

I felt like that when I was with him.

Even though he was a complete asshole before we were together. I always watched him from afar, seeing him with different girls.

He got them all.

But I knew he was doing the same with me too.

Whenever he hung out with Kash, he asked about me, looked at me when he thought I didn't know he was. His eyes lingered on me when I passed him by in the school halls.

When we finally got together, I thought I was gonna have to deal with the same asshole he was with other girls. The same attitude that everyone else had gotten.

But I didn't.

I got a caring, snuggly teddy bear with serious issues instead. He changed my perspective on him and everything else around us.

Defied my thoughts and scattered my brain into a frenzy when we touched, kissed, held each other.

And I think that's why...

I think I love him.

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