It all started with a Kiss

The seventeen year old sat in the tower of the old barn behind her house, watching the sun slowly set, her brain just as blurry as the trees in the horizon. The rest of her school day had passed in a haze, only one thing on her mind.

No one was going to believe her.

No one would ever believe the richest and most popular boy in school had stopped her in the hall and had given her, her first kiss. Even when she thought it, it sounds crazy. I bumped into Shane and the next thing you know, his tongue was in my mouth, lapping at me like the animal he is. And for the strangest reason I really liked it.

It sounds insane no matter how she words it; so, you know Shane right, of course you do, who doesn’t. Anyways, today I ran into him, like literally. Yeah, I know right, sounds so like me to be that clumsy. He insulted me, then kissed me. Like really kissed me. And I really liked it, to the point I kind of kissed him back. Crazy right.

She frowned, it was useless, there was no way she could ever tell anyone what happened. They’d probably report her and have her sent to a mental facility. She sighed, leaning her arms on the sill of the open window, why would he kiss her anyways? And the way he kissed her… she felt heat touch her cheeks. It was the most unbelievable thing that has ever happened to her and she had a lot of crazy experiences in her life. In a world full of creatures and being a Hunter did that you.

But this was the craziest by far. Never had she felt such heat and passion in just a kiss. She shook her head, it didn't make any sense, he kissed her like... she didn't even know how to explain it. He kissed her like she was the antidote for the latest plague, like he needed her to survive.

But why? Did he normally go around kissing human girls? He didn’t seem like the type but she knew what kind of guys he hung out with. What if this was some sort of joke? She witnessed more than a few times him and his friends playing with female emotions. What if she was the latest pawn in some game? What if he was just using her like she seen him do with so many other girls? 

Angry flared as her jaw set in a sharp frown, she was not one to be messed with. She frowned, leaning heavily against the window, the morning playing back in her head.

She was running late, she was always running late! She didn’t understand it, the bell rung at the same time, every day! She knew where she had to be, how was it she was late, every damn day.

If they didn’t design the school like a boot camp, she wouldn’t be running down the halls right now. Her art class was in the front, far right part of the building and her archery class was in the back, outside to the far left of the building. And she only had three minutes to get there before the late bell. She complained about it a few times and was let off with a warning but this time, her being late was all her fault.

She had been deep in the zone of her current masterpiece in art class today that she didn’t realize the class was over until the warning bell went off. And now here she was, running down the hall, bow in hand, and quiver hazardously tossed over her shoulder. If she can make it down the next hall and sneak through the side door, she was positive Mrs. Tandor would never know she was late.

She rounded the corner in a half slide, victory playing in her mind when she ran face first into a wall. Her quiver dropped to the floor, her arrows spilling out all over the tile. She bent, damn it, scooping them up as fast as she could, “Sorry, I’m such a klutz.” 

“Indeed you are.” A deep baritone voice responded. 

She looked up, her blue eyes going wide at the male that stood before her. It was Him. Shane was a white werewolf that every female has fantasied about. She couldn't stop her eyes from roaming over his body. He was tall, lean but muscular, body like an athlete. He stood in his school uniform without his jacket and the tie loose around his neck. He had eyes a deep shade of gold. And white hair that possibly every girl wanted to run their fingers through. He had high cheek bones and an aura around him that screamed 'sexy and untouchable.'

And here he was, standing here… insulting her. Quiver and bow forgotten for the moment, she let her anger flare up at the rudeness of the teen before her, hands touching her hips, “Excuse me!?” 

A small smirked played on his face, she blinked at the way those deep amber eyes were studying her. She had the feeling she had never been observed so keenly before. Like an artist was watching her, making mental notes of the portrait he would paint later on. He appraised her in a unquestionably masculine way that made her more aware of her femininity than she had ever been in her life. Beneath the concealing folds of her clothes, her skin tingled. She blinked, “Uh...”

He glanced up, interrupting her, “I’ve noticed you.” 

For a moment she felt a shiver run up her spine at the way he spoke the words. He stepped forward, hands like a pianist reached out, cupping her cheeks like sacred water from an oasis after months in the desert. She was so confused about what was happening right now, she wanted to question him, but before she had a chance to form a word, she felt soft lips touch hers. 

Blue eyes went wide as her mind shut down. The most popular boy in school was kissing her! She had dreamed of this moment, shit what girl hasn’t dreamed of this moment. He made a sound in the back of his throat, a half grunt, half groan. The noise was so bewitching, so enchanting, so... Beastly. It stirred something inside her tummy. She didn't know what she was doing until it happened. Her eyes slid closed and she responded to the kiss, lips parting ever so slightly.

Shane immediately accepted the invitation, his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting all. She moaned softly, a tingle sizzling through her. She tried to step back, but he followed, pressing her against the wall. His tongue tasting her mouth with hungry strokes, as if he were trying to savor her. He was so dominate, he commanded submission, his natural taste was husky, as if power had an actual flavor. That warm swirl in her stomach slowly spreading throughout her body. It felt like a great fire was threatening to consume her at any minute. 

Her palms pressed against the plaster behind her, unsure what to do with them, her innocence to the touch of men displaying itself. He didn’t seem to notice, a hand slipping into the thick hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her head up, taking all she offered. Her own tongue did its own tasting, timidly asking for more.

He suddenly pulled back, thick lashes fluttered against her flushed cheeks as she opened her eyes, more unsettled than she would like to believe. Her stomach was scurrying, her whole body felt weak, her chest was rising and falling quickly, her pulse was erratic and strong. 

Those amber eyes stay on her, his powerful presence overpowering, wide shoulders blocking her view of anything else in the hallway, making her tilt her head back to keep eye contact. Catching the slightest whiff of the husky, spicy scent the werewolf possessed was rare and a testament to his close proximity. He was close, so close that she could feel the heat emanating off him. He was looking at her, his heated gaze roaming over her in such stark possessiveness that she wondered for a moment if he was going to devour her where she stood.  There was an animalistic hunger in that gaze; her knees went weak. 

He stared at her for a moment longer, the spell he weaved around her suddenly broken as he turned sharply and walked around the corner. Blue eyes blinked as he disappeared from her sight, air returning to her lungs as the hold on her was finally released. 

She shook her head, taking a deep breath, “What the….” The late bell suddenly shrieked from above. She gave a startled yelp, almost diving for the forgotten bow and quiver on the ground. She had to get to class!

She blinked, her mind back to the current time, eyes watching the sunset. Why would the next pack leader of the white werewolves kiss a human hunter? The sentence kept replaying in her head over and over again. When it came to relationships, she never really thought about it, yes she liked boys but she was no way interested in them. Especially the idiot ones at her school, she was too busy training and going on jobs to worry about boys and their hormones.

I’ve noticed you. 

She frowned, touching her cheek, did she change in some way? She could admit, her body was a bit firmer since she been working more but she wore loose clothes to hide her shape. So what could he have noticed?

She was so careful when it came to her double life. She has been hiding it for 3 years now. Even her mother didn’t know about her job before she died. How in the hell did he know? She was smart, she knew she didn’t give anything away, she never left a trail. Her brain raked her memory with frantic fingers going through file after file in her head. Trying to see where she had slipped up, she always flawlessly covered her tracks. How the hell could he know? 

He didn’t, he was bluffing, he didn’t now about her. He’s an idiot teenage rich boy, he probably talking about knowing she was on scholarship and didn't pay for the prestigious high school they went to. She nodded at her brain’s deduction, he wasn’t stupid but he was still just a boy and they tend to be dumb. He couldn’t possibly know the truth of who she really was. No one does, and that’s how she is going to keep it. 

She frowned, touching her lips, besides, why would he kiss her if he knew she was the one killing his kind for bounties under the table.

“Yo Kil!”

Blue eyes glanced out the window, a young boy was waving his arm from outside, “Come eat before I give your plate to the dogs.”

With another roll of her eyes, she let herself fall forward through the window. Gravity took over as she swan dived towards the ground, she grabbed the flag pole to slow her descent, twisting around it once before letting go and landing in a crouch. Standing slowly she dusted off her hands.

Her brother smiled, “Cool trick.”

She smiled back, tussling his hair, “I'm starving.”

The younger boy slapped her hand away and took off towards the house, “Race ya Kilmora!”

She laughed, watching him take the lead, one kiss wasn't going to stop her from providing for her brother. Whatever game that wolf was trying to pull she wouldn't fall for it... or so she hoped.