Annabeth

He takes my hands with his, as he stares down at them, I have to focus on my breathing. I don't know what he's doing to me right now, but my body feels alive. Almost like I have been electrocuted. My breathing is picking up as his fingers rub along mine, goosebumps have formed on my legs and arms. In this position, with him kneeling in front of me, he's so close to the spot on my body that cries out for him, it's making me want to squirm.

I don't though, afraid any sudden movement will make him run away. Within seconds, he is moving his body up closer to mine, his hands slam down to the side of my body. He places my hands on the cushions, looking deep into my eyes.

"Keep them there." He says as he looks deep into my eyes. I have to swallow down my panic, not knowing what he has planned.

When he moves his hands away from mine, I don't move causing a devious smile to form along his lips. This young man kneeling in front of me is as deadly as a shark when he looks at someone, but with that smile on his lips it makes him look like an Angel. I have to remember who he is, not letting that look cloud my judgement. I have to keep my walls up.

"Good girl." He whispers close to my lips.

I'm not meaning to be submissive right now, it just naturally happens when he's around me. I can't explain it. I'm taken from my thoughts when he begins moving his face slowly down my body. I'm feeling so worked up, my breasts almost touch his lips with every breath I take as he runs along my body.

He looks up at me through the little bit of hair that has fallen in front of his eyes. I can see a smirk on his lips, as he moves an inch closer and kisses my left breast above my shirt. A light moan works its way up my throat, he must like the sound as an animalistic noise comes from his own.

"Keep those eyes open and on me lamb." His words have me so worked up, I want to move my hips to gain friction.

I hadn't even realized my eyes had closed. They must have with the sensations that are coursing through my body. They pop open, and he's no longer down near my breasts, but back up right in my face. I want to move my body back, getting some space between us, but I find I can't move in the slightest.

"Keep them open and on me, or I'll stop what I'm doing. Leaving you wanting and needy for the rest of the night." His words cause my heartbeat to plummet.

Nodding my head, I let him know I will try my best to look at him from now on. He looks between my eyes, and must like what he sees there, as he pecks me on the lips, and begins going down my body once more.

As he makes it to my breasts, he looks up at me. I'm expecting him to give my right one a fleeing kiss, but he surprises me by covering the entirety of into his mouth. My legs open wide, giving him better access to move his body between there and come even closer.

With one hand he plays with the other breast, as he devours the other over my shirt. It's not skin on skin contact, but it feels amazing just the same. I want to grind against him, but he's keeping the lower part of him further away from me. I believe he's doing it on purpose if the twinkle in his eye tells me anything about it.

Ezekiel

She's driving me crazy, I'm doing everything I can to keep our clothes on right now, but all I am dying to do is tear them away and sink deep inside of her. I know she craves the friction, of my lower region against hers. I'm purposely keeping a small distance between us down there. I need to make her want me as much as I do her.

I hate myself for being this weak around one young woman. Normally, I don't give a flying fuck about any of them that come and go. They are just to help me get a release, then we get dressed, and go our separate ways. Seldom, do I take one girl more than once. I don't need any of them getting the wrong idea. I'm not boyfriend material. I wouldn't know the first things about that.

The only role models I've ever had are my parents, and they married for the power. Not for love. In fact, my father sat me down at the young age of ten, explaining to me how love can make you weak. That he forbids me to ever have true feelings for a female. No son of his will be weak in this world.

I took his word at heart, by making sure I don't get close to anyone. I have responsibilities in my family, meaning I cannot show a hint of weakness. So, once I hit thirteen, I began sleeping with any woman I found pretty enough. Hell, I don't even look them in the face, taking them from behind so there are no emotions at all.

This is the closest I have ever been to a woman, and it's exciting my wolf, and terrifying me. Getting out of my thoughts, I look at the top of her shirt, seeing six buttons at the top, I raise one hand and begin undoing them. When she doesn't stop me after the first comes undone, I continue on with the rest.

This opens her shirt just above her breasts, giving me perfect access for what I have planned. I release her breast from my mouth, looking deep into her eyes, I begin moving towards the skin showing just above my head. I look at her the entire time, looking for any discomfort or for her to tell me no.

When she doesn't, I lick her skin, dipping my tongue into the crevice of her open shirt. She's breathing heavy now, I know she's as wet as the ocean right now. I can smell her need in the air. It's making my wolf pace back and forth in my head. I move her shirt a little to the side, kissing the tops of each breast, before I force myself to move further down her body.

If I stay focused up there, I'm bound to do something she's not ready for tonight. I kiss along her stomach above her shirt, from left to right once I reach her hips, and stop once I'm just above her sweet spot.

"You want me to continue?" My voice comes out breathy. I am feeling things I've never felt before and I don't like it.

She nods her head, and I watch as her little tongue licks her lips to wet them. "Close your eyes." As she does, I kiss just above where she needs me the most, knowing full well what she'll do. Sure enough, her hands move to the back of my head, her fingers running through my hair. The next second, I stand to my full height, giving her my back, I walk to the door.

"What the fuck." I hear her whisper yell at me from behind. When I reach for the door, I turn the knob, opening it slightly. I turn to face her, giving her my most devious smile.

"I told you not to move your hands. You disobeyed." I say with a shrug of my shoulders. I shoot her a wink as I make my way onto the porch.

"You asshole!" I see her stand from the couch out of the corner of my eye. I slam the door just as she makes it there and run down the steps into the grass. I hear the door open, and her curse me to hell. I do nothing but laugh the whole way to my room.