Authors Note: I am beyond sorry for making you all wait so long for this chapter. It has been crazy trying to get ready for classes to begin in a week and the worst part of all, my hard drive crashed—completely wiping out all my chapters and even my outline. So basically I had to start from scratch and now I have no idea what to write for the next chapter. In the outline I would have written another chapter or two and then the story would have officially been finished. But now? I have no idea. I guess we will see what happens next. Lol. I will be as surprised as you all will be.
Warning: Since I wanted to submit this chapter fast to all of you, I wasn't able to send this to my editor. So.... Please take that into consideration. I'm sorry for the mistakes I know will be there.
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"Would you like to explain Owen what on earth has gotten into you downstairs in the library?" asked Isobel as calmly as possible.
Owen began to pace back and forth while trying to find the best words to explain why his wolf took over.
"You need to remember Isobel, that even though we have not officially bonded, my wolf and I both know you are our mate. First the wolf was brought to the surface wanting to defend and protect you. And then there is not a better way to say this, but my wolf will always want to be dominant of you. It is just something I hope you will get used to soon."
When Owen saw that Isobel was about to perhaps make some sort of smart ass remark, he continued speaking quickly as he took her hands gently.
"But you must know that even though that side of me will always be dominant, we would never do anything to hurt you. We will always love and cherish you. And I know we can be very happy together if you would just let me in. But no matter what I try to do, you keep pushing me further away." With that said Owen released Isobel's hands and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
Isobel stared at him for a moment. She felt her heart swell a bit at hearing his words. Could she trust herself to open her heart once again? She hasn't done that for years for fear of being hurt all over again. He practically poured his heart out right here. Deep down, Isobel knew he was a good person—wolf—and everyone has faults here and there. She took a deep breath, and walked slowly towards Owen.
As he had his face buried in his hands, he jerked his head up when he felt Isobel slowly touch his hands gently, prying them away from him.
Isobel knelt before him. "Owen, I am not good at any of this mushy stuff. I never really expected having something like this—someone to still want me even after my many mood swings." It was time for Isobel to take a deep breath. She was about tell him her deep secret. "I pushed you away always, because of my father."
Owen looked confused. "Your father? What does your father have to do with this?"
"Angel and I never had any good memories when growing up. To make it short, he left us. After our parents divorce, Angel and I always thought that he will realize what he lost—that he would miss the usual things a father would miss after not having his children around all of the sudden." Isobel looked up tearfully up at Owen. "But he never did. He moved on, and forgot completely about us. I guess if my own flesh and blood could hurt us this much, what is going to stop anyone else from hurting me all over again—leaving me."
It finally dawned now to Owen.
She is afraid of being alone again.
Owen dropped down to his knees in front of her as well. "That's where you need to realize something Isobel. I could never leave you. Once we are mated, I won't have a life without you. There would be no point in living if you are not here smiling at me or even arguing with me. I will take your yelling at me any day than having to see you go."
"But please tell me, we wont become all mushy like Cullen and Angel," stated Isobel.
At that Owen had to laugh. "Do you really think they are all mushy?" At that exact moment, you heard Angel in the background shouting at Cullen to back off and stop being so over protective. "Again, do I need to reiterate about them being mushy?"
Isobel finally smiled slightly. "I guess not."
The both stood up, and Owen couldn't help but feel overjoyed.
"You know Owen, this was our first fight..."
"What are you talking about? Since the day I met you, we have been doing nothing but fighting..."
"Ok Sherlock, I don't think you're getting the hint here. With our first official fight comes our first makeup. Are you finally following me?" asked Isobel sarcastically.
Finally Owen grinned.
Hallelujah! Finally I will be able to have her!
His mouth came down on hers before she could even think of resisting for even a second. Need and longing seeped through the feather-light kiss, penetrating every fiber of her body.
Isobel could feel the urgency behind it, but also the tightly reined control as his lips tenderly, coaxingly persuaded her mouth to open. She succumbed to his will and that of her own and kissed him back hungrily. Her hands wound their way from his chest around his neck, pulling him closer to her.
A quiver rippled through her body and Owen felt his self-control slip as he slanted his mouth over hers again and again, his tongue stroking, caressing every corner of her mouth.
Ever so slowly, his fingers trailed down the veins of her neck, and then even lower, tracing the way to the upper part of her breasts. Detecting the buds peaking up under her attire, his thumbs flicked lightly over the firm nipples. When he felt her body respond to his touch, he circled the small mounds round and round, until she was quivering under the assault. Her honest desire for him was ripping away all his doubts, creating an urge to satisfy swelling primal needs with more than just a kiss.
As his lips released hers, Isobel closed her eyes and drew in a slow deep breath, marveling at the speed her heart was thumping. She could deny it, but she had wanted this to happen...for a while now.
Owen picked Isobel up and carried walked over to place her carefully on the bed. Isobel immediately started to remove her clothes, but he stopped her and instead took over the task.
With each inch of skin he exposed, he placed a soft lingering kiss. He had intended to take his time and savor every minute of knowing she was here and finally accepting him, but the moment her shirt was removed—his need for her became all consuming. Her own writhing form proved she, too, was unwilling to wait.
Briefly stepping from her side, he ripped off his own clothes before removing the rest of hers. Falling into her arms, she opened up to him.
He took the hardened nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue once across the tip. And then again, and again until she could take no more. He kissed the sweet, scented curve of her breast and trailed his fingertips down until they found her wet center between her legs.
At first, Isobel wanted to protest, that perhaps this may be moving a bit too fast; but this was her chance to discover what it was like to be consumed, savored, loved by a man. This memory alone would last her a lifetime. They both have been alone for too long. Never again. Every night could be like this.
Slowly Owen drew his fingers through the hot wetness gathered between her legs, proof of her own need. Her body began to vibrate with liquid fire as his fingers coaxed her small bud of desire. Slowly he parted her with one finger and slid into her, exploring her with deliberate possessiveness. Isobel moaned and lifted herself against his hand, pushing him deeper inside.
He then added another finger and began to separate them—getting her ready for his size. Owen was never one to toot his own horn, but he knew that he was more than above average when it came to that department.
