Life After the Storm

I hear a knock at the door, I get up, not very enthused. I do not want to go and have dinner with him. I force myself to open the door, knowing That This has to happen, we need to figure out what is coming and how we can protect our pack. He looks at me and smiles. “Hello Lilly, you look beautiful. Are you ready?”

I roll my eyes at him and I don't speak. I walk out the door and try not to touch any part of his body. But there isn't enough space as my stomach rubs against his waist, I instantly become wet In between my legs letting out a soft moan not meaning to or even realizing it. I then become embarrassed, hoping that he did not notice or hear me. But when I look up at him, I see the big smile on his face and I know he heard. I begin to blush, not being able to help it. I then bite my bottom lip, trying to control my body from wanting to rip his fucking clothes off his body.

“The car is downstairs, Lilly, it is waiting for us. I hope you don't mind going out for dinner. I figured it would be nice to get away from here for a little, anyway.”

“Yes, that would have been nice to get away from here if it wasn't with you and with someone I actually liked.”

I can see the disappoint in his face from my words he then says, “I know it's going to be hard Lilly, but we need to learn how to tolerate each other, especially in front of our pack they cannot see that we do not get along They will lose faith in us.”

want to criticize everything he says and does even though I know I need to respect him, well, at

him, “Fine, I will respect you in front of our pack, but don't think I will show you any

“Thank you, Lilly,”

makes me jump, not in a bad way, but in a good way that confuses me. I have never felt such pleasure. I try to forget about how it felt, so I focus on my anger. “I don't need you to open the door for me, I can do it myself. You don't need to do

I can feel my heart begin to race as his breath is on my neck. “Lilly, we are in public, remember you need to respect me and I need to respect you. A good mate opens the door for their mate. I'm not trying to control you, I'm trying

allow him to open the door for me. I don't know how I am going to be able to act ok around him, but I know I

I can until there is no more room to move. I don't want to be closer to him than what I have to be. As he gets in and shuts the door, the breeze from the door shutting sends his scent all over me. I catch myself letting out a small growl of arousal. When

regret. I don't want to feel this way, but I can't help it. I can feel my panties become wet. I