Together

When Cristy was in a bad mood, she was incredibly cute. William couldn't help but fall in love with her. Her arms were tucked under the weight of her big rucksack. He intended to have her turn around so he could witness her.

He asked, "Then why don't you explain the situation to me?" Cristy gave him a sideways glance. She glanced at him with her hazel eyes for a split second before shifting her attention to his back.

"You're so old," she said.

"What?" was all he could manage to say as the roaring inside him grew louder and louder.

"How dare you!" He glared at her in response to what she had to say. Her hands trembled as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Even though he was approaching fifty, he didn't look his age. The majority of the supernatural population, including werewolves, matured through time. Despite being hundreds of years old, witches were revered for their youthful appearance. He rubbed his cheeks as he awaited her departure.

"I've never had the pleasure of meeting you."

"I am William, the Southern pack leader."

"None of the above choices apply to me. I'm a human being. For the time being, I am not a werewolf." A glance at her wrist was all she needed to know. She gave him her full attention.

"I may have to smile, if the movies are to be believed and I manage to evade your bite. There are errors in the films. I can tell you that you will not transform into a wolf."

"Good. Unfortunately, I have doubts about my capacity to pull that out."

With one hand, she groped for her neck. When he saw the commotion, he was puzzled as to what was going on.

"What else?" he asked.

"Of all things, what is the one thing we all have in common?" He gave a nod of agreement.

"It's possible that you could throw in your disregard for human women as an additional factor."

The moment William realized what Cristy had just said; he turned his gaze back to her. "What?"

"Human women and the males in your pack have both been subjected to my scrutiny because of the manner in which you both treat them. You have no interest in us whatsoever. Once you've used us, you'll treat us like trash and throw us out."

As William's wrath grew, he backed away. Regardless, her scent trailed behind him. "The rationales you provide are of no use."

"Pointless?"

"That's right, it's completely pointless. Cristy, we're in this together. You have to accept that."

"I'm not obliged to accept any of your proposals. I am not your girlfriend. I don't feel any connection to you."

In addition, he could smell and see her luscious, well-defined chest, which made him wanting to make love with her. Her body was happy to be attached to him, but her mind was not. William shoved her up against the wall as he closed the distance between the two of them.

"Do you not care for me?" he inquired.

She shook her head. She had wide-eyed stare at him.

"Cristy, I've been thinking about you a lot lately. A few rumours have been circulating throughout town. Since I know nothing about your personal life, I'm not sure what to expect from you when it comes to a relationship with a man of your own." He held out his hand in front of her, as if to signal his intention to speak. William was in a state of bliss as his palm came into contact with her soft skin. The woman groaned as he stroked her cheek before moving on to her neck. The tip of William's hand grazed across the tight bulb of her chest.

Cristy screamed. Before continuing, he lowered his hand to the hem of her skirt. As soon as she reached her knees, her formal attire came to an end. William placed his hand on her.

While she yelled and her hands clung to his arms, he tugged the fabric of her skirt away so he could feel her sensitive flesh.

William told her to look at him.

Her gaze quickly flickered to him before she turned her attention to the ground behind him. William snarled as he pressed his chin on her throat. Her strawberry and vanilla scent filled the air as he kissed her. As her legs trembled, he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her upright.

William licked the flesh from her neck. She screams could be heard echoing around the room.

Her ragged breathing could be heard as she landed on top of him.

"After all, I've got your back!" He insisted.

"Let me go," she muttered, stepping away from him. William decided to let her go this time. William put his lips into Christy's lips again. Her flavor exploded in his tongue. "You've got great lips. It's hard to believe that you could taste like this."

Cristy made a statement "You're nastiness is unforgivable."

He burst out laughing. William loved being able to witness her inner ferocity up close. Her eyes shone brightly, like if they were on fire. Just two seconds of her time would suffice for him to get what he sought.

"Your name is Cristy, and now you're going to be my partner. Nothing will ever be the same again because of this."

"Just go with another woman. I'm not here to be your romantic companion."After putting her hands against his chest, she gave one final push. He didn't move as she shoved him one more time.

"I'm here to defend you." William noticed the imprint he had left on her neck when he looked at her. Her wrist would be tinged with his scent. Her warnings to any wolves who tried to get too close were enough to scare them away.

"Your defense isn't necessary for me."

"Even if you don't want it, it's yours. However, I'll drive you back to your hotel if you want to leave now, "he responded.

In order to spend more time with her, he wished to extend their time together further.