please accept me DRAGON X WOLF

Part 13 'full possession of you'

A/N A shoutout to my main supporters who have shown much love for my story by voting and commenting!
BethanyHicks7 and Celesteknight0!

My leg is throbbing in pain. I've only walked a few yards, and blood is already soaking through my new set of clothes. It's just coloring, right? I'm also pretty sure the kid swiped the outfit from someones closet. I sniff the air, ecstasy, pure ecstasy. His scent is so addicting. I've been on a straight path, meaning this is where he does his daily routine.

Finally, I stop at the door Crest had voted on. The scent was definitely inviting, so very very inviting. Manners first, so I give the door a few knocks and wait. After ten seconds, impatiently, I knock again. 

My ears aren't for decoration, I can hear him in there. Maybe if I speak first. "I.. can hear you. Are you well?" Damn that sounded awkward. Footsteps slowly approach followed by a 'click'. I was confused at first, but then it just 'clicked'. He locked the door.

I stood there for a few moments bewildered by his action. If only I could release my essence so he could smell me! But no, I can't do that because that'd also reveal me being a dragon. If he was being held captive, that would only fan the flames.

My gaze drops to the lock. I can't help but think 'what if I just kick the door open'. That might startle him, plus, damage his property.

Since his room is the only one on the left side of the hallway.... I backtrack.

I yank the closest door open and tromp through, yet again, someone's room. What did all rooms have on this side? A balcony, catch my drift? I fling the balcony doors wide open and walk onto the terrace. The scenery doesn't compare to watching water fall down into a rainbow filled void. The sun tenderly tickles my face, relaxing me ever so slightly.

I lift my dud leg up on the railing and steady my stance. Inching my way to the wall, I firmly press my hands on the brick, causing some to crack off. I do the same with my feet. I hope the owner of these clothes doesn't think they're getting them back, in one piece anyway. I jab again with my boot, making a foothold.

Finally pulling myself onto the roof, I cling because it's slanted at a sharp angle. Dud leg don't fail me now. I once again start inching across. Thirty-two yards later and a lot less shingles I'm over his balcony. Smoothly I drop down, putting most impact on my good leg. I feel like such a stalker now...

Unsure if this is acceptable or not, I hesitantly knock on one of his balcony doors. No response. He's definitely in there. Maybe if I introduced myself? Excitedly, I say, "Hello in there! You might not be able to tell right now because I masked my scent due to circumstances, but I am your Given! It is nice to meet you, I am twenty years old." 

I feel happy finally declaring it, even though I sounded completely awkward, again. The happiness doesn't last long when no movement is made from the other side. No attempt to meet me. I feel hurt from his lack of motivation.

Maybe I said something wrong? Oh! What if he's lived with the wolves for so long he doesn't know the dragon term 'Given'?? So I try again. "I'm what they call here, your Mate." Still no reply, but I can hear him in there, breathing.

Frustrated, I keep talking, "I should be the one that's guarded. Why are you not even giving me a chance? I would never hurt you.." Still nothing, I continue, "I've been all around packs searching for you. I'm here because of you. It's frustrating to say the least that I have no face to put to you..my Given."

Feeling dejected I turn around and stare off into the scenery as I try to gather my thoughts into something convincing. And then I hear it, I hear him drop to the floor and scream like his skin is being peeled back. What? What's happening to him?! A wave of pain knocks me to the ground. Like a punch to the gut and grounding of my bones. Powder, I'll be nothing left but powder made from my own bones. My Givens pained screams echo off the walls.

It takes everything in me to pull myself up by the balcony door knob. My vision swerves all over the place, drooping and spinning. In a pained voice, I slur some words together, "I'm coming, forgive me for invading your privacy, and breaking your lock." Bracing the door, I ram into it like a drunkard. They open wide, spitting me out onto the floor.

And then I see him, I see my beautiful Given screaming like the life is being sucked out of him. He's curled up into a tiny ball. As another wave hits me, my attempt to stand fails as I crumple onto the floor again. I bite back my own screams. Slowly I crawl towards him, ever so steadily.

Givens black hair shields me from seeing his face. I extend a shaky hand and place it on the back of his head in an attempt to get his attention, or somehow stop the source of the pain. He snaps towards me. He's shaking even more now. In fact, he's vibrating! I flinch as he suddenly grabs my hand that was resting on his head. The feeling of touching my Given, an amazing sensation I'm sure we both felt.

Sloppily, I get down on the floor next to him, and place both my hands in his. If only the pain could subside so I could properly enjoy the feeling of my Givens touch.

Wait, could Given possibly be having a panic attack? Maybe that's why it's affecting me. Soothingly, I say, trying not to let the pain distort my voice. "I am here, and won't hurt you. Please just focus on your breathing. Here, watch me." His shaky terrified eyes lift to mine. "Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale." We continue on like that for awhile.

The pain soon goes away and all of my senses settle down. That's when I notice it. How Is this possible? He's a werewolf? 'Crest how could he be something other than a dragon!' I shuffle to a sitting position, still achy all over. Finally I get a good look at his face and he's cute! He has adorable droopy dark chocolate eyes, followed by an overall appealing appearance.

"I am not sure how this is possible. I am willing to accept him regardless of his race."

Ah that's Crest, seeming so mature in uncertain times. Given must have noticed my confused face because his reaction was not what I was expecting. He starts whimpering, tear after tear falling. Surprised, again, I try to comfort Given by frantically asking, "What? What happened?"

"Do a better job at comforting him!"

'I'm trying, it's just he's not reacting at all like he's supposed to! PLUS he's a grown man and he's crying!' I want to reach out and coddle him, but I'm afraid what his reaction to that would be. I coax, "Please tell me why you are sad." Translation, what the hell is wrong with you. I gently cup his face sending an amazing sensation down my spine.

In a voice like honey, he explains his grief, "Y-you're disappointed right?" He blinks back more tears. I move my hands down to his and once again hold them. Firmly I answer him, "I've only just found you, and you're all that I desire, so naturally I take full possession of you."

A/N OOOOOOOOOOooooOoOOOOoOoO 

Timid and innocent that obeys your every word??? I hope he's your type ^.- if not, I'll take him off your hands.