Awakening The Silver Wolf

DARIUS POV 

Ravenna tasted addictive, like the first sip of smooth whiskey on a cold night, igniting a fire that spread through your veins. 

Each encounter was a complex blend of smoky richness and sweet undertones, drawing you deeper into its embrace, where every moment lingered like a cherished memory, intoxicating and impossible to forget.

Why had I turned into a poetic bastard? Since I've heard a taste of Ravenna's lips.

I curled my hands under Ravenna and lifted her while I sat up, placing her on my lap, all the while never breaking our kiss. 

My hands went to the back of her neck and I deepened the kiss. When she parted her lips I slipped my tongue inside, tasting and exploring every bit of her mouth. 

There was a taste of cinnamon and… something else, something that was all Ravenna. 

The little sound she made when I sucked on her tongue was nearly enough to make me cum in my pants like a teenager. 

We broke the kiss to breathe and I've never hated needing to breathe the way I did right now. 

Ravenna looked at me with her eyes half-closed, filled with desire and an emotion I couldn't quite understand. Her lips were plump, and her cheeks were flushed. I reached out, my fingers grazing her cheek, and the warmth of her skin sent a rush of excitement through me. It took everything in me not to close the distance between us and devour her kiss. 

God, she was perfect. 

"Wow," she breathed. 

I chuckled. "Indeed.

I tightened my arms that were still around her and held my breath. I only released it when she didn't move away from me. 

I wanted to say something but refrained for fear that I'd say something wrong and ruin the moment. 

"You taste like coffee," Ravenna blurted, her body tensing. 

I grinned as I leaned closer to her. "What else do I taste like?"

Ravenna's eyes dropped to my lips and lingered before she raised her eyes slowly back to mine. "Something else I can't name," she whispered. "It tastes like brandy but it's not."

"Hmm," I hummed, putting my nose in her hair and inhaling. 

Ravenna placed her hand at the back of my neck and drew me closer, bringing our lips almost together and the tips of our noses gently touching.

"Kiss me again, Darius," she demanded, her voice low. 

My heart did a somersault. "Fuck," I growled as I crushed my lips to hers, not needing to be told twice. 

Her hands tangled in my hair, and I lost myself in the taste of her—sweet, intoxicating. The kiss deepened, igniting a fire that surged through my entire body. I wrapped my arms around her, needing her closer to me if that was even possible. 

The first kiss had been soft as if we were tasting the wave we were stepping into. This kiss…. this kiss was intense, hot, needy, and demanding. 

And I gave Ravenna what she was demanding. 

Every part of me was alive, the heat between us overwhelming. I felt her heartbeat against my chest, syncing with the frantic rhythm of my own. The kiss felt endless, a beautiful chaos that left us both breathless.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting together, the silence was charged with unspoken words. 

I searched her eyes, wanting her to see everything I felt. At that moment, I knew we had crossed into uncharted territory—and God I was scared shitless. 

Would she be able to accept me? Will she ever feel this same fire that was burning in me for her?

I have never been uncertain before. I knew what I wanted and I got it. But I was experiencing so many firsts with Ravenna. It was new, it was thrilling, and it was terrifying. 

"Hey, where'd you go?" Ravenna's voice snapped out of my head. I raised my eyes to hers and tried for a smile. I failed. 

"Nowhere," I replied. 

Ravenna nodded and we fell into a tense silence, with her still on my lap. I couldn't feel my legs anymore with how long I'd been in this position. But who was complaining?

Ravenna cleared her throat and once again she had my unending attention. Not like it ever left her. "I ehm… can you let go of me so I can uhm… climb off you," she stuttered, not meeting my eyes, her cheeks pink. 

I smirked, keeping my grip playful. "And miss this perfect view? Come on, Ravenna, where's the fun in that? Besides, I think you're just looking for an excuse to stay a little longer." 

The color spread all over her face and I decided that this was the best view ever. 

"You're a bastard."

"So you like to remind me." 

I eventually released my grip from her and she climbed off my lap—to my greatest disappointment—and sat beside me on the floor. 

The training room was quiet, not a single sound to be heard. I sat silently waiting for Ravenna to tell me that the kiss was a mistake and we were never doing it again. 

When the silence seemed to stretch on and none of us said a word I decided to spare us from this awkward situation. "Do you still hate me?" I didn't know where that question had come from but I didn't regret it. I needed to know where I stood in all this if I was standing on solid ground. 

I didn't dare look at Ravenna as I waited for an answer. I didn't dare breathe either. 

"No," came her short answer, but fuck, that answer had me releasing my breath and my heart racing. 

I swallowed. "What changed?" I asked, still not looking at her. 

"Not much." 

I waited, but when she remained silent, I finally turned to her. Her eyes were glassy, lost in whatever thoughts had captured her attention.

I touched her cheek gently and whispered, "Come back to me." 

Ravenna turned her head and looked at me with a mixture of sadness and guilt in her eyes. That look was like a punch to the gut. 

She returned her gaze to the ground and took a deep breath. When she raised her eyes to mine, they were once again soft and clear. 

"Not much changed," she said, her voice. "You know, it's strange. I thought I could only see you as my enemy—the man who took so much from me. You killed my best friend, and that pain felt insurmountable. I wanted to hate you, to cause you the same pain you've caused me, to keep that wall up between us, but every time I looked at you, I saw more than just the monster I was warned about." 

She paused, her eyes still fixed on mine. "I saw the man beneath the anger, the pain you carry. You didn't just capture me; you showed me parts of yourself I didn't expect. The way you fight for what you believe in—which I have no idea what it is, by the way—how you care for your packs, how you struggle with your own demons—it's like I can see your scars. They remind me that you're human, just like me."

I had stopped breathing at some point and was so fixed on her every word as if they were bread and I was a starving man. 

A flicker of vulnerability crossed her face before it cleared as soon as it came. "So, no, I don't hate you anymore. It's complicated. It's messy. I can't just erase the past, and I won't pretend it doesn't hurt. I'm beginning to understand that there's more to you, and I'm finding it hard to deny... what I feel." 

My heart seems to stop at those words. "What do… what do you feel?" I asked, my voice barely audible. 

She swallowed hard, her voice steadying. "Things that I don't think I should feel. Things I find hard to ignore. I don't want to hate you, Darius. I want to know you—flaws and all."