Ariella
I woke up three times last night from hunger. Dad is seriously looking after my ass right now. I know they're sleeping with their door open all the time, too. I heard mom talking to dad each time I woke up. It's like she knew I was hungry before I even did.
Even I'm worried about going to school today, but I think today will be my last day. One more chance to look at Davonyé before going on a month-long drought. Or maybe even longer. It will probably do him good if I'm out of the way, though. He needs to deal with his girlfriend situation...
I pick at some of the beef chunks my dad made for me while I drive my Escalade to school. I’ve only gotta get through three classes, and only one is with Davonyé.
Still worth going in for.
I can do this.
***
My first two classes go fine with me sneaking meat every chance I get. It’s not that I’m permanently hungry, but I’d rather keep on top of it because those hunger pains ain’t no fuckin’ joke.
I've only got one class left to go now, and I’ve saved the best till last.
English with Davonyé.
This is the only reason I wanted to come in today, because this is the only lesson we get together where Carisse or any of her friends ain’t around.
I get to class first and sit in my usual spot at the back of the room. People arrive one by one, but I try not to look desperate by staring so hard at the door. He definitely kissed me, didn’t he? Saturday happened, didn’t it? Ugh… I need to calm the hell down. He might not even mention it again.
That hurts.
He finally walks in, dressed in straight jeans, Timbs, and a charcoal trench coat that hugs the hell out of his broad shoulders. I never noticed how confidently he walked before, but I like it. I study every bit of him, his body, his face. I’m suddenly hot and breathing harder, but just as I think he’s gonna look at me, he turns to face the front and takes his seat two rows up from mine.
He didn’t even look at me…
Disappointment rises from deep in my stomach, up into my chest as Misses Brown starts the lesson
Maybe he realised that kissing me was a mistake… Maybe he’s made his choice and Carisse is still coming out on top…
But what about me? What about my feelings? My happiness?
He’s gotta be my mate… What we did, the kiss, it was so… special. He said nothing would keep him away, so what’s changed?
He has a girlfriend, Ariella!
I bite my lip to steady my emotions, but I’m in way over my head. I can’t help the feeling of rejection that settles in my heart and the way it’s quickly mutating into raging anger.
I need to calm down, but the rage has escalated into full-blown fury within a blink of an eye. I have to clench my fists so hard that I almost draw blood from my palms.
Get out. Get out. Get out.
I need to leave here…
I snap my book shut and feel twenty pairs of eyes on me as I get to my feet.
“Miss James, are you okay?” Misses Brown asks, looking concerned and shocked.
Be calm…
“I feel sick, alright?” I snap, causing everyone in here to gasp.
That was definitely not calm, sis!!!
I roll my eyes at these people. “I can talk for fuck’s sake,” I mutter in annoyance.
“Ariella–” Misses Brown starts.
“Look, I'm sorry, okay? I don't mean to be a bitch right now, but I really have to go.” I snatch up the rest of my things and then shove them into my Prada backpack on my way to the door.
Misses brown just watches me, stunned.
My parents were right. I shoulda stayed my ass at home.
I glare at Davonyé until I close the classroom door, then I quickly make my way down the corridor. “What a fuckin—”
“Ariella, wait!” Davonyé shouts after me.
“Fuck you!” I call behind me, but I quickly cover my mouth in surprise. Ugh... I can't believe I just said that…
I walk faster but he soon catches me up and spins me around by my arm. “What’s up witchu?” he asks, actually looking concerned.
His scent intrudes on my senses and I feel my body begin to calm down the more of it I breathe in. It’s the strangest feeling.
But I’m still vexed.
“Nothin’. Leave me alone.” I yank my arm from his grip, but he quickly holds it again. I easily pull it away again and then he really gives me a look.
“You mad wit’ me?” he asks in disbelief.
I cross my arms and snap my head back. “Why the fuck would I be mad at you? I don't even know you. It ain’t like you gotta acknowledge my existence after you kissed me—”
“You're mad cuz I ignored you in class?” he asks in realisation.
Ugh, now he’s said that, I feel petty as fuck right now.
“Whatever.” I spin away from him so I can carry on down the hall but then he grabs me again to pull me into an empty classroom.
“What do you want this time?” I ask accusingly. I need to get out of public, my mind ain't right, not one damn bit.
He turns the lock on the door and then comes over to me. He lifts my bag off my shoulders and then rests it down on the floor without saying a word.
His dark eyes are piercing as he grabs my face to hold it firmly so our eyes meet. “I can’t get you out of my fuckin’ mind,” he says harshly, sounding equally as vexed as me. “I don't know what you’ve done to me, but you think I didn't wanna look at you when I came into English? Shit, Ariella, all I wanted to do was come straight over to you so I could do this.” He grabs my waist to slam me against his hard body before kissing me furiously.
His mouth attacks mine with a ruthless dominance, and just like that, my anger has gone. I taste his tongue in my mouth and then another emotion fires through me that I can only describe as desperate need.
I pull him closer while he feels up my body, grabbing my ass and then my hips before he pushes his hands up the front of my top to squeeze on my breasts.
I gasp at feeling his hands on my skin.
He pulls his lips from mine to find the curve of my neck. “Fuck, shawty, why is it like this with you?”
More… I need more of this shit. “I wish I could tell you.” I moan when he presses his hard dick against my navel.
My arousal escalates about a million percent; I can barely breathe. I can’t make sense of these feelings inside me, but soon I’m clawing at his clothes so I can touch his body, and before I know what's happening, we’ve undressed each other, and Davonyé’s found a rubber in his Gucci school bag.
He picks me up with a fiery determination in his midnight eyes, then rests me down on the closest desk before kissing me again. I glide my palms over his back and feel each muscle flex beneath his silky skin. I hear the rip of the foil packet between our bodies, and once he’s strapped, his hands are back on me, and my plain black thong is pushed to the side.
He looks like the epitome of carnal as he stares down between us, stroking me between the slick crease of my pussy. My cheeks warm as I realise I’m seriously unprepared for this shit. I ain’t even shaved. He don’t seem to care, though, and keeps on strokin’ me, making my legs tremble.
I’m wet as hell, crazy wet, and when the tip of his finger brushes over my throbbing pearl, I release a painful moan that sounds a lot like a damn cry.
“Damn, shawty… You wet as fuck.” He closes his eyes momentarily, but then he groans and roughly pulls me to the edge of the desk. I hold onto the sides of it to keep my balance, but to also give me an outlet for my growing excitement. I feel the head of his dick between my thighs and my heart beats like mad.
Am I really gonna lose my virginity like this?
Hell.
Fucking.
Yes.
He grips my thighs and then enters me so hard that a cry gets stuck in my throat. My head falls back and my legs tremble around his waist. I’ve felt the pinch from the loss of my virginity and a harsh throbbing soon replaces it, but instead of carrying on, Davonyé quickly recoils a little to look down at me.
I see a mixture of confusion and anguish mar his face. “You're a fuckin’ virgin?”
Maybe I should’ve told him…
“Not anymore.” I bite my lip nervously and use my right hand to pull him closer, but he resists, so I let him go.
“This shit is all types of wrong, shawty.” He shakes his head. “I can't do you like this!”
“It's too late to get all up in your feelings now.” I try to ignore the ache between my thighs. “So you better just do me and make this shit memorable.”
“Shit…” He looks torn as fuck, but I need him to move or something because him just sitting in my pussy like this ain’t doin’ shit for me.
“Look, I wanted this—I still want this—so give me what I need.” I tighten inside. God, I need him so bad…
That seems to clear his conscience because he finally starts to drag himself out before slowly pushing back inside me again. He leans over me to wrap one arm around my back and I hold him around his neck so I don’t fall off this tiny ass desk.
I close my eyes and hiss from the pain, but I don't know what the pain’s from. Is he too big? Is it the loss of my virginity? I don't know.
“Shit, you aight?” he asks against my shoulder. I can tell he's worrying, but the more he moves, the more the pain is replaced by pleasure and I don't want him to stop.
I inhale sharply. “I’m good, alright, just don't stop.”
I bite my lip as I try not to think about the ebbing pain, but I can't help it and keep involuntarily clenching my thighs around his waist. He groans every time I do that, though, and it’s those sounds that finally turn my hisses turn into full-blown moans. It feels so good to know I’m causing those sounds, and when he starts to push deeper, I dig my nails into his skin.
“Oh, God,” I breathe... “God...”
“This ain’t God,” I think I hear him say. He holds me tighter and then switches his angle. I have to suck in breaths so I don't scream from how fuckin’ good this actually feels now. I’m soaring to my first ever orgasm that won’t be by my own hand, and it feels even better to know that my mate will be the one to give it to me.
So many emotions swarm inside me, and I feel the urge to rest back on my elbow so I can look up at him and touch his chest and hard body. I notice he’s got a tattoo across the right side of his chest, but I can’t keep my eyes focused enough to make out what it is. He looks down at me with an intense focus that makes my body shudder. I wonder what I look like to him…
Everything inside me feels so tense and tight, but this don't feel like when I masturbate, this is more, I dunno, just more… “Please!” I gasp as I close my eyes and feel the build-up inside me reaching its peak. “Don’t…” I don’t manage to say stop because my climax rips me apart from the inside out, and I can only tighten around his dick as I try not to moan too loudly to get us caught.
He slows down as I ride out my orgasm, but that only heightens and prolongs it. His strokes are maddening—so long and deep that I lose my damn mind with the way he’s making me feel.
“Fuck, shawty… I don't wanna stop… don’t wanna stop, but your pussy feels too damn good,” I hear him say and then his mouth is on mine and he’s making me feel all kindsa shit.
I wonder if he talks shit like this to Carisse?
Guilt suddenly consumes my after-come glow.
“We should stop... This ain't right,” I tell him, but I don't know if it’s to him or to myself.
I don't think I really even mean it.
“It's too late...” he whispers against my lips. “I can't stop, and you don’t want me to...” He feels up my breasts and I arch my back towards his hands. I feel so much everywhere, I can barely function. It’s like I’m floating. I’m tightening again. I’m gonna cum, again… How the hell?
“Look at me when you cum,” he says, so I open my eyes and see him staring at me. “If we never do this shit again, I wanna remember how the fuck you look.”
I nod my head and then lose all sense of time, place, who the hell I am, and climax so hard, it feels like the world spins in reverse.
“Please!” I cry out, but I don't even know what I mean by it.
I've lost my fuckin’ mind…
He looks at me with his lips parted, his eyes hooded, and then with the most intense expression on his face, he grunts and buries himself deeper, and I realise he’s cumming, too.
My stomach flutters but also clenches in pain, so I grip his dick as hard as I can. He groans and then I swear he breathes my name.
At least it wasn’t Carisse’s.
Carisse… That thought is like a bucket of cold water on my after-come high, but like gasoline on my anger.
I suddenly feel furious.
He leans in to kiss me, but I turn my head away. “We shouldn't have done this.” It ain't fair to Carisse.
Mates or not, we wrong as hell for this shit.
Me and my fuckin’ werewolf urges.
He looks hurt and I feel bad for causing it. “Don't say that.”
“I'm sorry.” I push him back and suck in a sharp breath as he pulls his dick from me. I wanna run the hell out of here, but my legs are shaky and I'm sore, so it takes me a couple seconds to slip off the desk.
Oh, God… There’s blood! How embarrassing…
“Uh...” What do I say?
I hear running water and see Davonyé holding some paper towels under the tap. He rings them out and then comes over to me. “Use these,” he says and hands them to me. They’re warm and soothing, so much so that I close my eyes and breathe deeply as I gently wipe myself.
For some reason, I didn't actually think the aftermath would hurt this much.
“I'm sorry I didn't know. I wish you hadda told me. I mean, shit, Ariella, I took your virginity. Your fuckin’ virginity, man!”
“Shhh, can you calm down before someone hears us?” I hiss as I wipe down the desk. Ugh... I feel sorry for whoever sits there... “Look, one day you'll be grateful that it was you that took it. Trust me.” I throw the paper towels into the trash can by the desk and then start getting dressed as fast as I can.
“What do you mean ‘I'll be grateful’?”
I sigh as I do up my coat, and then as if right on time, the bell rings.
“I've already told you why.” I pick up my bag and make to leave, but something holds me back. I turn around to face him.
He’s sitting on the edge of a different desk, in just his jeans, lookin’ all sad and shit, and all I wanna do is go over there and comfort him.
But I can't.
It ain't right.
“I ain’t gonna be in school for a while. I can't be around people, especially you. I can't tell you why, but if you somehow figure it out...” I shrug. “I'll find a way to find out and try to see you, alright?”
His eyes quickly narrow. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means…” I gasp as a stab of pain shoots through my belly. I’m hungry. I need to eat. “I gotta go,” I say as I rush out the door and mix into the crowd.
