CHAPTER 16

Enzo let her into his deepest secret.

Now she either stayed or left. He would understand if she was scared of him.

Scared of the unknown. Even shifters feared channelers. Legend said they could even affect the water in a person's body.

Or kill you outright if they wanted to.

He chuckled. He wasn't keen on killing anyone or anything.

It was years ago since the last Shadowlands incursion. The world was a better place now. Even if humans didn't know about it.

He smiled. There was wonder in her eyes, not fear. Then it hit him. Ever since he was a child, controlling his inner beast was difficult at best. Nature gave him some control over life and the elements, but in turn made his inner animal too tough. He avoided channeling nature to prevent the bear from taking control.

But now?

Now he was lost in her eyes, in her smile. His bear didn't even mutter a sound. Enzo knew what it wanted. He could barely hide it himself.

"Amazing..." she whispered.

He grinned and turned around, "follow me."

He went inside the building again, "one thing left to do," he said raising his hands.

The bear roared inside, vibrating waves of energy flowed from his chest to his fingertips, and then back again.

He was no longer just a man, but the will of nature itself, a kind of avatar.

He smiled. Channeling those great, incomprehensible forces always humbled him. He was chosen, after all. He had to make the best of it.

He clenched his fists and felt his bear growling and gaining strength.

Every little particle of water, and even the lingering moisture in the air became tangible, not in a physical way, but with his mind.

The beast inside of him roared and held on to the element, taking it out of the floor and pushing it up to the middle of the gym.

The floor cracked and let go of the moisture and water that permeated it.

Audrey gasped. He focused his eyes again to see gray steam slowly floating up, stopping a few feet below the ceiling. It was like a thundercloud, forming right in front of their eyes.

"Oh my God," Audrey whispered beside him.

Then he softly pushed it with his mind and the globe shaped moisture rippled and moved.

Enzo bared his teeth and invited a breeze in, to help him push the cloud out of the building.

He was spent. His energy drained. For a second he wondered if he would be able to pull it out just like before, but another glance at the amazement in Audrey's eyes made him realize that yes. Yes he would do it. Easy.

They walked out again, the silver, round cloud just a few steps ahead.

"Look at this," he said as they walked on the garden behind the gym.

The globe started to go up, higher and higher, spinning faster every second.

Moonlight passing through the water gave it a soft, rainbow like coloring that moved and danced at its center.

She let out a laugh, marveled at the sight.

The cloud became bigger and bigger, until it turned formless and difficult to perceive. He dispersed it into the air, letting the night breeze carry it, some of the dampness falling on their skin.

When he turned to her, Audrey had her mouth open, unable to look away from the sky.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

It took her two seconds to turn to him, the glint in her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said.

He smiled, just seeing her this happy made everything okay.

"The floor is still a mess," he said, "but I know people, they'll fix it."

They walked back to the gym, the bright moonlight gave the floor a silvery quality.

Enzo followed her until they reached the court's center circle. Through the years, this place had been witness to great games, theater plays, even science fairs.

Jefferson High was an old school, all kinds of people had walked its halls, cheered its team.

But now, only empty seats stared silently at them.

She sat down and sighed, her expression thoughtful, taking everything in.

"You know," she started saying, "you don't have to fix it, we'll make this work, somehow."

Enzo walked over to her.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to feel... I don't know, obligated to help us. You're doing enough already."

"It's no problem, really. I don't want you to stress over this."

"After what I saw," she said, "you're maybe going to laugh. I feel silly just saying it but I'm happy. Things will work out for the best."

"Besides," Enzo replied, sitting cross-legged across her, "you're forgetting one thing."

"Yeah? What is it?"

He smiled, the bear inside stirred and pushed but he had it under control. For the first time in his life, the monster was denied without much of a fight. It didn't want to scare her. It didn't want to scare away its mate.

"The anonymous donor said he'll double however much we raised. That should cover the expense."

Her eyes widened, he knew she had forgotten about that, it was pure luck, but it worked in their favor.

She almost jumped in excitement, "oh my God!"

Her smile, her lips, her happiness. If he died right at that moment he'd die a happy man.

She put her hand on his knee, nodding, "how could I forget about that?"

"Stress?"

"Oh my, oh my, thank you!" she yelled.

He laughed, his hand going to her bare knee. The touch of her skin almost made his heart stop.

"I got you, big man," she suddenly said.

"You got what?"

"Your secret. I'll never tell. Don't worry," she bit her lip, unable to hold back, "can I ask you a question?"

He shrugged, "shoot"

"Just tell me why. Why are you here and not like, saving the world or doing something amazing."

He looked at her.

"That's exactly what I'm doing."

She raised her brow, good thing he was sitting down, able to hide his hardness.

"No, I mean—"

"I know what you mean," he replied, "but my crew has helped in less flashy ways. You wouldn't believe what we've done."

"Oh! Okay, I'm not going to ask, I respect your privacy. And it's probably classified—"

"Some of it, yes. But here? Helping these kids is important too. Not all of us want to fight our whole lives."

She smiled, "That's why I do it, too."

"I know."

"How?"

"Your mind, it reaches out to me, sometimes."

She gasped. A second later she blushed bright red, "can you hear my thoughts?"

He chuckled, placing his hand over hers.

"No, it ain't like that. More like... I have a sense of what's going on. If you're angry, for example, I could tell more or less why. But I never do that."

"But you did it with me."

"I put a, how can I say it? A block? I block people out. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to move, having my own mind invaded by everyone's thoughts. But you're different. You reach out, your emotions are strong. I've blocked you but you overcome every barrier. That's why I can tell, for example, that you could have gone corporate and earn way more than you do here."

"You know that?"

He shrugged, "I picked that up the moment I met you, I didn't mean to do it but you—"

"Overcame your barriers."

He nodded, " I didn't do it on purpose. I'm not an ass."

She smiled, her fingers entwining with his. He saw her in the soft, silvery light of the moon.

Enzo leaned over, "meeting you is the best thing that has ever happened to me," he whispered.

Her fingers tightened on his. Her lips were mere inches away, he could feel her pulse through her fingers, it went fast. Just like his own.

"Will this complicate everything?" she asked in a fearful tone.

"Yes," he replied.

She raised her beautiful eyes to meet his and he couldn't stand it anymore. He kissed her.

Their lips met and it was a gift from heaven, like coming home from a far away land. He lost himself in them, her heart beat in a rhythm only he understood.

His hand went to her waist, and brought her closer to him, lost in the embrace and the kiss. Then she pulled back.

"Wait," she said, "we can't do this."

"You don't want to?"

"Of course I want to, but we can stop now and still come out on top. What would everyone say?"

"I don't care. It's not like there's a conflict of interest."

"You know what they say about relationships at the work place."

"What?"

She shrugged, "I don't know. They never work out?"

He looked at her, his bear needing her kiss, the animal angry at him for even stopping.

He wanted to rip her clothes off, to take her right there. She bit her lower lip, obviously regretting her decision.

"Unless," she said, a grin adorning her face.

"Unless what?"

"We keep it physical?"

His gut clenched. Maybe that would appease the bear, let him work normally instead of having an ongoing inner fight.

"You sure?"

"It's the only way to stay professional, right?"

She smiled and kissed him, both of them were hungry for each other, their kisses turned into biting and fondling.

He pulled her over him, and she immediately ground her thigh against his cock. This woman will be the end of me.

"Oh my God, I want you," she said.

His hand softly scratched her leg, going up beneath her dress, reaching her panties. He kissed and bit her neck, the scent of her wetness slowly building up, making him growl, literally growl for her.

Her eyes widened again, "you're an animal."

His hand went to her hair and softly pulled it back, exposing her to him, her cleavage opening for a bit, flashing her breasts. His cock was a mast now, this was the first in a long time that a woman made him this fucking horny, then she uttered something else.

"Take me, bear man. Just take me."

And he knew he was lost.

***

Audrey wanted this ever since she met him, he had a magnetic pull that she couldn't ignore.

It's the best for everyone involved. She told herself. She was scared. She didn't want to fall for him. He was too good at everything. She wouldn't allow herself to love another person. Especially someone like him, there's too much to lose.

Perfect relationships don't exist. A shifter in his prime, looking like a sex God, that actually cared for others?

Fuck no. Too perfect. If she loved him she knew she wouldn't be able to forget him whenever the inevitable happened and he left.

No. This time she would enjoy it while it lasted. She wouldn't torture herself with feelings and what they brought to the table.

She whimpered. She hadn't been touched in a long time... and the way his hands explored her body was more than enough to make her burst in desire.

He pulled her hard against him, the hot feeling of his cock grinding into her panties made her a bit nervous.

She wasn't supposed be this wet already. His left hand went to the back of her head and pulled her by the hair as he moved from her lips and neck to her breasts.

"Fuck," she said involuntarily, flooded with delicious sensations.

He pressed his face between them, his right hand grabbing her breast, pushing it against his face.

He was enjoying every inch of her body.

He made her shiver with the way his hand advanced from her leg to her ass and now he was kissing the upper side of her breasts, just barely licking above her areolas, teasing her, making her want him more and more.

He pulled down the neck of her dress, then pushed her breast up to his mouth to taste her.

Her hands were gripping him hard, touching the hard muscles on his back, taking in his hot skin, scratching his arms and biceps.

She was dripping wet now, feeling the stark hardness of his erection against her still covered slit, her clit grazed his cock and needed more. He was a damn beast, a sex god. He was even better than she thought.

And she hadn't even taken her clothes off.

Her hands darted to undo his pants, a swift movement after and she had the biggest, thickest cock she'd ever seen right in her palms.

She wasn't very experienced, she knew that, but this? This was porn star big.

Was she wrong in thinking it might hurt... but she wanted to feel that? She needed him entering her, filling her.

She turned to him, and saw his hungry eyes full of passion. She tried taking off his shirt but he ripped it off and threw it away. Then turned to her and she knew he'd do the same with her innocent, pretty girl dress.

And she didn't stop him.

The sound of her dress being ripped apart in an instant by this man made her whimper.

How would they go back? Naked?

Fuck it. It didn't matter.

He took her in his arms and stood up. Her impulse was to hold on to him, she didn't want to be away for a second. She kept on kissing him, her legs straddling him, her impulses took hold of her.

Then she felt it.

His cockhead, grazing her slit.

It was hot and wet and teasing her. He did not go inside. Not until he'd satiated his thirst.

His cock slid forward and back in her crease, the feeling of his warm shaft drenching in her juices made her go wild.

"Fuck me!" she begged, "fuck me now!"

She thought it was going to hurt, feeling that big piece of manhood inside of her, it would be unbearable... but there was no going back, she needed to have him.

But it didn't.

He took his time. Let her feel his cock sliding in, his eyes locked with hers, a wild, lustful grin in his face.

She yelled, both in pleasure and pain, and heard herself shout his name in the giant hall, her voice echoing in the darkness.

"Say it again!" he said and let his cock go deeper.

Her legs clenched him hard, barely able to take him in, her center squeezing him involuntarily. She pressed her lips, trying to hold back the need to call out for him again, but her body wouldn't let her.

"Enzo!" She yelled twice as hard, her voice reverberating in pleasure.

His groin crashed against her entrance. She'd never felt something like this. It was insane. She was going mad.

He pulled back and went back in, then did it again. She was fucking him in the darkness of the school she ran, where graduation was supposed to take place. A place where everyone fantasized about doing this exact same thing.

She was in heaven, going higher and higher, holding tight to the man who she knew now could not be topped.

"You're mine," he whispered in her ear.

She bit her lip, unable to say no. He owned her. She hadn't meant for this to happen. She wanted to have sex... even dirty sex and move on with her life. But now she was addicted.

He softly pushed her back and bent forward, his left arm working as support. Her inner spot was about to make her explode and the way his crotch crashed on her clit every time he went back inside of her... it was too much.

Waves of pleasure coming from every nerve in her body submerged her in a delirious edge.

She felt like floating, almost parallel to the floor when the electric shock of her orgasm consumed her, her pleasurous yell filling the whole building.

She opened her eyes. She couldn't tell whether five seconds or five minutes had passed. She rode that last bit of ecstasy to its final ripple.

What did he do to me? She thought, breathing deeply, her body still relaxing from the paralyzing climax he took her to.

Enzo sat down, sitting her on his lap, and not for a second did she stop holding him. The evening air was cold but it didn't matter, the closeness to him kept her warm. She was still surprised, unable to speak.

He gave her a peck on the cheek, "that was amazing."

She looked at him, "you're amazing."

He smiled, "I think we make a good team."

"I'm sure we do."

She knew he hadn't come yet. She felt his shaft beneath her, barely grazing her skin.

"It's your turn," she said.

He chuckled, "it's fine, you don't have to—"

She grabbed his thick cock, and shivered at the feeling. He was still incredibly hard.

She kissed him again, this man had given her the best night of her life, he deserved—

Oh my— she thought.

The way he kissed her, full of fire and passion, mixed with tenderness. It was soft and slow at times, then it turned ardent, wild.

She was still recovering from the best orgasm in her life, but her body responded to him as if they just began.

She wanted more.

He murmured a soft growl, and the wild, predator quality of the sound almost made her moan in anticipation.

"Say you want it," he ordered.

"I want it," she replied, lost in the sensations flooding her.

"Say fuck me," he told her in a deep, commanding tone, pulling her hair back, letting her know who was in control.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, "please fuck me."

Enzo laid her over the rags of her ripped dress and she read him completely. She could do nothing but comply. Before she knew it she was kneeling, then her hands touched the floor.

Enzo was behind her. His hands caressed her back, sending shivers all over her body, goose flesh filling her skin.

He bent forward and kissed her back, his tongue exploring every inch of her.

Then suddenly he pulled her by the hair.

"I want to come inside you."

She shivered, the mere thought of having his seed in her made her want him even more.

"Do it, I'm on the—," she said.

"I know."

"How do —?"

His cock slid between her folds in a swift movement, his hand softly pulled her hair back. The in and out, in and out rhythm, made her tremble. It wasn't fast and careless, he made sure she was enjoying this as much as he was.

She could feel every inch of his thick, long shaft slide inside her, sending ripples of pleasure.

Then he spanked her hard and she yelled. The mixture of pleasure and pain were almost too much to bear.

She was dripping wet, but another orgasm? It would take a bit longer to—

He growled harder, gave her another spank and brought his hand to her clit, massaging it, sending her in a frenzy.

She didn't know when, but she was moaning so loud the whole room filled with her voice.

An explosion of pleasure invaded her.

The soft pain of her hair pulled, the spanking, his cock going in and out, in and out... and now his perfect touch on her clit.

Her mouth fell open, her moans got hoarser and hoarser, she couldn't stop yelling. This was even better than before. How can that be possible?

His hand let go of her hair and caressed her back, she could practically hear her wetness dripping on the floor.

She bit her lip and with another growl he laid back and brought her above him, his cock never leaving her. She didn't care about anything right now. She rode him hard, the sensation of his cock sliding in and out, her folds welcoming him and drenching his shaft in her juices made her even wilder.

"Is this what you want?" he asked, his face turned to fiery passion. He looked at her like a hunter looks at its prey.

She needed his cock, the second or two that he was out were torture.

She sat on his mast, she'd never felt so out of control, the feeling of it penetrating her, going into the deepest recesses of her body was too much for her.

This wasn't just sex, not even dirty sex. This was more. This was hardcore fucking, just like she thought pornstars did it.

She looked down, the needed to see his shaft enter her, slide out, and back in again, it made her delirious.

He grabbed her breasts and brought them together, bending forward to taste them, his tongue going fast from one to the other, then sinking his face in between her breasts. He was basking in her body.

An electric pulse surged inside her, she was about to come. Again. Her orgasm built up inside and she tried to stop it, tried to earn some time so he would finish before she did.

He pulled her closer to him, both exhalations mixing, the heat almost unbearable..

"Come," he ordered, "I want my cock drenched in your juice."

His words, oh gosh, his words, and the loudness of their raw, animalistic fucking dominated the whole place, it was too much. Too perverted. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her.

"Fuck, fuck!" he roared, baring his teeth, then his eyes locked with hers and she could see the glint of the moonlight in them.

This ferocious, perverted man, looked at her with more than lust. It was as if they belonged together and she hadn't realized.

That's when she exploded, with the loudest, craziest yell she'd ever uttered, her entrance clenched, squeezing his big hard cock, her legs tightened.

She bent forward and grabbed him by the neck, using him as a lever to pull him as deep inside of her as possible. He opened his mouth, a grunt stuck in his throat, then his hot cum filled her, thick and plenty, fused with her own wetness.

He grabbed her ass with both hands and ground his center against hers, and her yell turned into a whimper, then another explosion built up, going over and toppling the previous one, another orgasm, built up on the last one.

Their voices entwined in a great, lustful roar that reached the moon.

The silence after was deafening.

She lay on top of him, and realized even the way they breathed had a pattern, a rhythm... as if their souls were connected.

How had she lived without this? This connection was something more than just great, dirty, incredible sex.

Then she shivered nervously. She promised this would only be physical. She couldn't allow herself to think of it as anything more than that.

But Enzo's arms held her tight, and he gave her a sweet kiss on her forehead.

He wasn't supposed to do that. Why was he so cute? Why was he so good at everything? Damn it, she almost felt like she hated him already.