Ashley's POV
"S....Soulmate?" I stutter.
"Y....Yes." He stutters with mischief in his eyes. He's making fun of me.
I lift my eyebrows and give him the look "seriously?".
"I'm so confused." I admit.
"I don't blame you." He's says with sympathy in his eyes while he continues to sit against my headboard while I still sit at the end of my bed, away from him.
I notice he's shirtless with boxers on. "Why are you shirtless in my bed? You also got no pants on either."
"I was tired from being up all night cleaning the wounds on your back. So I took off my shirt and pants to sleep." He admits.
"Why on my bed?" I shout.
"Well I wasn't gonna sleep on the doggy bed was I?" He argues. "Be lucky I wasn't naked because that's how I like to sleep."
I scrunch my face up in disgust and grab one of my pillows to hit him with. "Your disgusting!" I grumble at him as he laughs while he covers himself with his arm to block the pillow from hitting his face.
I start to see black dots in my vision so I stop hitting him with my pillow. I feel weak and I fall back on my butt on the bed and breathe deeply catching my breathe.
The man in my bed sees my struggle and stops his laughing. He scoots closer to me and starts caressing my face. "Baby are you okay?" He asks with worry in his voice.
"I just...I used too much of my energy hitting you with my pillow." I reply. But my reply does nothing to erase the concern in his eyes.
My vision soon corrects itself and I can see properly now. I shake my head to rid the drowsiness I felt. I look up and my eyes connect with the man on my bed. "I'm okay, I'm okay now." I reassure him.
He nods. "Good, because you really had me worried there for abit." He admits.
"I promise I'm fine." I say. "Wait, what's your actual name?"
I wait for his answer but all he does is lean back against the headboard and laugh at me. I roll my eyes at him.
"Now you wanna know my name?" He teases.
"Yes! Now tell me because I ain't asking again." I demand.
He shakes his head at me and answers. "Fine. My name is Cyrus and my wolf's name is Alistair."
"Hahah seriously, Cyrus?" I laugh. "Your name is Billy Ray Cyrus' last name."
I burst out laughing as I fall back on my bed.
He growls at my teasing. But suddenly moves from his spot to hover over me. He grabs my hands and holds them both on each side of my head. His actions made my laughter disappear as he then shifts himself between my thighs.
"Why are you laughing at me my little mate." He whispers huskily with his face close to mine. "You don't see me laughing at your name."
"Sorry." I quickly blurt out. I'm a little frightened but also a little turned on. What the hell is wrong with me.
"Tsk tsk tsk, your gonna have to make it up to me." He says as he leans closer to my lips. Just before he makes contact, my parents yell out to me.
"Ashley! The nurses are here for your next round of chemo!" My mother yells from downstairs.
Cyrus groans then begins to crawl off me. I try to jump off the bed to get downstairs quickly as possible away from him but before I could, he grabs my hands and pulls me towards him.
"Don't tell anyone babygirl-"
"I know I'm not stupid, they'll put me into a mental institution." I cut him off.
"Good, now go downstairs, I'll join you in abit." He says. I nod then he lets go of my hand and I begin my walk downstairs while he does who knows what in my room.
Cyrus' POV
While Ashley goes downstairs for her next round of chemo, I quickly hop in her shower to have a quick wank. Being so close to her and in between her thighs has me riled up.
Even though she still looks like death from chemotherapy, she still turns me on. Damn her mother for ruining my chance to kiss her. But I guess it's for the best. Your not supposed to get a chemo patients bodily fluids on you because the chemo in their system makes them toxic.
If I kissed her I would have to run to the bathroom to quickly wash my mouth and brush my teeth. I can't wait till she's done with chemo, I bet she tastes amazing.