I love you too
Tyler
"Soo... When are you planning to confess to the princess you're madly in love with her?" Brandon teasingly asked, sipping on his drink.
How am I supposed to answer that? I do love Destiny, but does she admire me the way I adore her? She's the one for me, I'm sure of it. She's fierce, genuine, love speaking her mind, gorgeous, I could go on and on. But she always manages to capture my attention without even trying to and that's the beauty of it. She's a just...a pure walking goddess.
I knew I wanted, no I needed her the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was eyeing my car the night we dragged her along to our bro time with Luca. When he had first suggested the idea, I was against it. When we got there it was a completely different story.
After waiting a full ten minutes, out of nowhere, she walked outside and all I saw was a sexy vixen. I had to bite back a groan since the urge to pounce on her right there got overwhelming. She enjoys eating which is a plus for me. I love girls who appreciate the time to eat. Having a dislike for the ones that make a big deal to eat and can't seem to make up their damn mind on a simple task in choosing what they want to consume. She would grab anything, at any time. Once she sees what she likes, she goes for it.
That night at the restaurant, she moaned so sexily and dare goddess. I only saw images of her beneath me, screaming my name in pure ecstasy as I have my way with her. She's not really my type in terms of appearances, I preferred petite women who are easier to control in a sense; the alpha wolf within me requires it. Destiny's slender but with beautiful curves in just the right places, raven black straight hair, that reaches her butt. Her intoxicating and alluring chocolate chip cookie-like scent and those pouty lips tend to drive me insane.
Groaning while I become painfully arouse as hell. Brandon tries holding in a laugh as Luca went off on my baby. They're always bickering about something.
Destiny rolled her eyes at Luca, turned around, shoving the fork full of pancakes in her mouth. The simple action makes me adjust myself in my slacks. What this girl does to me. After our night at the carnival, I couldn't help the feeling of familiarity. It's as if I knew her from before, the electrical pull just felt like something I'm used to.
I got her number from Luca. Called her the next day, from there we either text or called each other. But it wasn't enough for me, I needed physical contact with her. She's well above the age of dating in our world, but I knew just how much the Jefferson's meant to her. Sucking up my pride, I went ahead and asked for permission to date her. Martha was over the moon, German and Blue glared me down before granting their approval.
And after a month, I expressed my feelings towards her and asked if she would be my girlfriend. Much to my surprise, she said "yes" in a very sexy, and flirtatious way.
Remembering that I'm talking to Brandon, he snaps his fingers in my face repeatedly. Then I quickly answer his question that he'd ask so long ago. He already knows who I was thinking of as he smirks in my direction.
"I don't know man," I finally answered, as Brandon pats me on the back in understanding, he knows me better than anyone.
"I hope she does. I love her in ways you can't understand, playboy." He taunts, trying to rile me up. I know he's joking though since I've caught him staring at Jenny Silvertone longer than necessary on a few occasions. But I'm yet to call him out on it.
"Haha, yeah right.” I snorted, sipping my tonic.
“Hey, don't sweat it. Give her some time. Maybe she'll open up. I'm sure she cares about you, that much we can see. Plus that big ass dog, Demon, approves. So you're good," he replied cheekily.
"Man, he better, because that girl is mine," I half-joked.
"You're not my father, you're just a sperm donor! You're just a coward who couldn't claim the woman he supposedly loves, yet here you are, talking about respect!" We all hear an angry voice that belongs to Destiny yelling.
Getting up so fast, the chair fell as I ran outside like the rest of the people. When we get there, we see a very angry Destiny glaring at a painful, hurt looking Alpha DeLuca. What the hell's going on?
Out of nowhere, I witness Destiny levitate from off the ground—creating a vortex—making a huge freaking jump towards and over the gates, only to make a mad dash. Damn, she's fast.
"You just know how to screw shit up, don't you Dante," an angry Cammy exclaimed.
“With all due respect Camille, you don't know what you're talking about.” Luna DeLuca defended her mate and husband.
“I know enough!” Cammy snapped.
“You watch how you talk to the Luna!” a guard barked.
“And you watch how you talk to my wife, mutt!” John answered, standing in front of his wife.
"If you think for a second that I'll let you ruin my niece the way you did with my sister, then you have another thing coming pal. I'll die before I let that happen ever again, do you hear me, you murderer?!" Cammy yelled.
With a defeated sigh, Mrs. DeLuca took a heartbroken looking Dante and they both just walked off.
"Shit! She's powerful and fast, even for a witch. I've never seen or felt that much power before," my dad muttered in utter fascination.
Oh, old man, we're just as surprised as you are. I can't stay to hear any more of this mess. I'm going to my baby. My woman needs me and I refuse to let her go through this shit alone. Running and jumping into my car, I head for the Inn, breaking all traffic laws known to man. Hang on beautiful, I'm coming.
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Reaching Blue's Inn, Demon can be heard whining even before I got inside. The moment that dog senses my presence, he runs up to me with pleading eyes that are filled with curiosity and worry.
"Hey boy. It's okay. Mama's just a bit sick is all," I soothed, the distress looking dog.
“What happened at the brunch, did you do something to upset my sister!” German yelled, in an accusing tone.
“German, calm down. You snapping at him isn't helping.” his mate reasoned, holding onto her huge stomach.
“It's okay, I can understand his frustration,” I interject. “All I can say is, Destiny and Dante had exchanged words before she stormed off, and that's all I can tell you,” I explained.
They both exchanged a worried glance with each other, but I don't stick around to ask questions.
Reaching Destiny's bedroom, I can hear her crying. My heart twists painfully at my baby's crying. I know she'll never let me in willingly, so I kick in the door breaking it down in the process.
My heart aches at what I see before me. The strong, sexy vixen I'm so used to, looks like a child who has the world against her. Picking her up from off the floor, gently placing her on the bed. She looks so drained and exhausted, so I tuck her in while she curls up into herself.
"I've got you, beautiful. Go to sleep. I'll be here when you're awake and ready to talk. I promise you," I murmured, reassuringly, while cooing her to sleep.
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It's been a few hours since Destiny has fallen asleep. But I can see her slightly starting to stir, knowing she'll be waking up soon. So in the meantime, I sauntered my way downstairs to make her something light to eat. Fruit salad and ice tea sound about right.
Appearing back inside the room half an hour later, just in time to see Destiny exiting the bathroom, still looking puffy-eyed and drained.
"Hey, beautiful. I know you might not be hungry right now, but you need to eat something okay? Here you go. When you're done, you can take a bath. I'll get it ready for you." I tell Destiny, placing the small bowl of salad in front of her. She nods gratefully, before munching away as I walk towards the bathroom.
It only takes a few minutes for Destiny to come inside, by that time the bath's already prepared. All nice and warm for her to use. The pearly white tub is filled with lavender scented soapy water to the brim.
"When you're done, I'll be waiting right outside the door," I informed her, turning to leave, but she grabbed my wrist stopping me in place.
"Stay... please? I... I want you to stay with me. Take a bath with me please," she pleads, looking hopefully in my eyes. For the first time, I'm greeted with her misty silver iris, her natural eye color. Jesus. They capture me so much, I could get lost in them.
I started to strip on her request. Once I'm completely naked, I turn to see a still fully clothed Destiny. Walking up towards her, then looking intensely for confirmation, we've never seen each other fully nude before. She nods and I begin to undress her down to her toes.
While stripping Destiny, that's when I see it. The Mark! The DeLuca's family tattoo that they've been obsessed over since I was a child. It is said that whoever possesses the mark, firstborn are not. They're the next alpha. She has a few other tattoos that are well designed and beautifully done, it's the first time I'm seeing her naked. I can sense her looking at me, however, I don't force the issue—only continue the task at hand. She'll tell me when she's ready.
We've been in the tub for a minute or two only for Destiny to turn around and kiss me. I wasn't complaining nor am I going to deny what she wants. I just kissed her back with the same passionate feeling.
"Thank you. You came back for me even though you witness me using powers that haven't existed in centuries," she whispered. I almost didn't catch what she's saying. Hugging her naked and soapy body to mine, only to start ravishing her mouth.
She lets out a breathy moan, much to my pleasure. The kiss is getting more heated as water splashes everywhere, but I still continue to tongue fuck her mouth. Stopping to breathe, I gaze straight within the eye. "I love you and I'll do anything for you beautiful. You're mine Destiny Hawthorne. No one else's," I declared with conviction. "Now let's get out of here before we become wrinkly," I grumbled, as she lightly giggles and that's all I can ask for.
*****
While drying Destiny's delicious body, I try not to get a boner at the same time. Placing my shirt on her, it stops just above her knees. Damn it! Down boy, we're not here for that, I willed my dick to calm down. Seeing her in my shirt is driving me crazy.
Crawling into the queen-sized bed, we cuddle up together.
"When I was about three years old, bored out of my mind. I wanted to play fetch with Demon, but he was being lazy so I pointed my finger to scold him. Then it happened. He started floating in midair. I was so excited to finally be like my mom. But her and my grandma got mad at me and told me to put him down," Destiny started to explain, taking a shaky breath before she continued.
"Hey. Hey. Hey. You don't have to tell me, you know," I say but Destiny shakes her head in protest.
"No, I want to," she says, determine. "I was aware of my alpha ability, but never acknowledged the power. I wanted to be normal, be a witch. My mom and Grandma Sara explained that people should never see my powers because it would cause trouble and I knew I wasn't like my mom. But at that moment with Demon, apparently, I was. I felt relieved because I finally shared something with my mother.”
“Mom looked at me in adoration along with horror. Grandma Sara looked at me in plain shock along with terror as well. She called me inside immediately and I was told to use it only in private places. It should never be public. After a few weeks, we moved to Barbican.”
“Wait, where was this?” I questioned.
“In Green Bay, that’s where I was born,” she replied with an actual smile.
“Years after moving, I became an isolated child. I didn't have control over either ability. Adding to that, my short temper. So my mentor got me teachers, specific ones that is, and by the time I was ten. I had full control of my powers and alpha abilities for most parts.”
“I took a turn for the worst when I was twelve. We went home only to realize my mom was breathing shallow. We got her to the hospital and the doctor said she had little time. His little time became a week that mostly consisted of check-ups, procedures, and medical treatments. Fed up, we checked her out of the hospital and she died within two days later, on our family carnival trip."
By this time, Destiny's sobbing. All I can do is comfort her as best as I can. Now it makes sense. That night at the carnival, it meant more to her than we could've ever imagined.
Eventually, Destiny calms down and something suddenly occurs to me. "Beautiful, you kept saying alpha abilities." I pondered curiously.
Destiny sighs before explaining to me why. "I can't shift," she confirms, but continues. "I have the strength of a werewolf, the vision, heightened sense of hearing, smell, claws, even the canines, but I can't shift."
"So you're a pure hybrid then, so to say? Well, I'll be damned. I've got the sexiest and the only hybrid as my woman," I said in awe.
Destiny looks at me as if searching for a hint of doubt. When she gets nothing, she lays back down, kissing my naked chest. I only sleep in my boxers.
"I love you too, Tyler." Holy shit! She said it! Destiny Hawthorne said she loves me and I know she means it, too.
Holding Destiny close to me, I whisper in her ear. "Let's sleep, beautiful. It's going to be a rough road ahead of us." I can feel her nod in agreement and with a kiss goodnight, we snuggle closer as we welcome the deep slumber.
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