|Little Red|
I sat beside the tub, dressed in a long white gown and tried my best to follow what the wolf was explaining to me. Today had started out okay, but it certainly didn't end that way. Petal lost her ring finger, and swore immensely from the pain. The wolf had just bitten it off. Mischa said he would contact the other women in our group, because I told him I didn't want to be around them if Petal was still there. She really is the urban definition of a dopey blonde.
But that did not bother me after it was over. Her mother was in good health, her sister was fine, who gives a crap about the finger she lost.
It was when we returned home, and we'd eaten dinner that the wolf proceeded to tell me a horrifying story. Of a woman in the forest.
He didn't give out her name, or who she was. Or even her physique. He just asked me to avoid any strange houses, or any calls from people I do not know. No matter what they try to tell me.
While he went into the details about this story, I got him clean. This is normally when my eyes would search for that not, the part of his groin that was thicker than the rest.
But my head was fuzzy. I was seeing something else as he spoke.
When he talked about the woman, I saw a spirit, a female in the distance with dark bags under her eyes and her fist tightly holding on to her child. She was a mess, crying and crying and telling the little boy to forgive her.
It wasn't until she started to knaw at his skin did I really understand why she was apologizing. The problem, aside a woman feasting on a child, was the fact that the kid was still alive.
I blinked the image away, sometimes I don't understand the lengths my powers can reach.
I busied my mind with the wolf's sultry voice.
He was telling me something scary but it sounded seductive. It was the right distraction because I couldn't understand the image in my head.
"What's wrong, red?"
"I'm bathing a grown man." I say without thinking, and his laughter makes my thighs tingle.
"There's nothing wrong with that." He parts his legs to give me more room to wash his legs. Of course that's when the rational, frightened part of my brain clocks out from work.
"You're staring, red."
"Huh?"
He sighs, and brushes some strands of my hair away from my eyes. They're too long. I liked my old length. It wasn't this stressful to deal with.
"Tell me what's wrong."
"This woman you're talking about, does she live in a house with chicken feet?"
"Yes. Why? Did you see it?"
My throat works as I swallow, I had hoped he would say no.
"I did. It was…. How many creatures leave here."
"To be honest, this is merely a gateway to the supernatural realm. So most paths lead to a different world. That's why the forest appears bigger than it actually is."
"But werewolves live so close to us humans, why?"
The wolf is quiet, but my eyes doesn't leave his cock. I swear, my eyes and brain are doing two different things. I'm ogling and thinking about telling him what I saw a few moments ago. I moved closer, so now I was completely between the space of hsj legs.
My fingers are sturdy as they reach for his thick organ.
"They were bullied too much in the other world. Living here, the first alpha thought it would be safer. Humans can't see us, he thought. And for a while that worked. That was the only thing that worked. The humans couldn't see them, but the other creatures would come out to attack them. They needed me."
"And you just came to their aid?" I inquire, my fist struggling to circle his cock. It doesn't need soap, just water to clean it. The wolf was all man so the main place I focused on was the pubic areas. Cleaning those were a bit easier. I could do it in my sleep.
Which I now realize sounds wrong.
His chest, arms, legs, they held a considerable amount of body hair that didn't make him gross, but very much like I was holding on to a bear.
When he didn't say anything, I glanced up to find his red eyes had brightened. They were watching my fingers work. I was watching him watch me.
I must have done something, perhaps the cleaning of his nether regions without needing to look, because he broke his lips into a smile. One that was charming, and gave me the impression that he wanted to fuck me.
I'm not ready for that. Everything else seems to feel good with the wolf, but actual intercourse…. Not anytime soon.
I hope. This is out of my hands.
I cleared my throat and he looked away from my hand.
"You didn't answer my question?"
"I was brought here." The snip in his tone told me not to ask further questions.
But I can't help pushing for more. "I saw a woman just now. She was crying and eating a kid."
"Did she look at you?"
"No, I don't think she even saw me." I frown, because the question sounded like he knew something.
"Just stay indoors. If you're going out to the farm, or maybe to the market, don't go alone. You don't understand how this forest works. And with your cursed eyes," he folds a grip of my jaw into his clawed hands. "you can see beyond what a normal creature can. This is the worst place to have such gift."
The wolf then silenced me, and I'm not sure what he did with his eyes but the rest of the bath experience goes by without me recalling a single thing.
Does that worry me? So fucking much. He can cause me to have blackouts. Who wouldn't that scare?
I awoke in the middle of the night, his body wasn't next to me on the bed which was one of the strangest things. Believe it or not, I even found it stranger than the warden being able to sense my presence.
I stretched my body, and yawned. Throwing the thick fur blanket off my body, and getting out of the bed. My feet sunk into the slippers he always kept next to the bed for me.
I made my way out of the room, but I didn't call for him.
My pulse quickened when I found the front door wide open, and the wolf still nowhere in sight.
Something was urging me to take a peak out of the front door, just to check if he was standing there by the porch.
But I refused it.
There was a stab in the pit of my stomach that told me not to do it. Instead, I walked back to the room and there he was.
Sleeping with me curled into his arms. From this position, I could see myself.
The wolf was awake, and he was staring at me. Watching how my body curled into his as if it was subconsciously in search of more of him.
More of his warmth.
It was serene to see my face look so peaceful and beautiful. I remember my sleep in the Dynasty prison were always a dreadful one. I'd wonder each time if I would wake up to another episode of my very own horror show.
The amount of times I wished I didn't wake up. The amount of times I wished I'd died from not eating the 80% of the meals they served.
I survived though. What a shock.
Derek stroked my hair, and I watched my lips twitch into a smile. My body made a sigh, and buried my face into his chest.
I could feel the heat creep up my cheeks, is this how I always am?
Why is he watching me?
"Shouldn't you be asking why you're watching yourself?"
My head spins to the sound of a feminine voice so close to my ears. But when I looked towards the partly open door, everything changed.
My body shot forward like someone had dragged me out from somewhere. I panted heavily and Derek held me close.
I stared at the door, and saw the hand print of someone or something that wasn't us.
As Derek held my shivering body I couldn't help thinking that my curse was leading me down a path. But what? What path is it trying to show?
"It was just a nightmare." Derek says, trying to get me to breathe more softly.
"It wasn't. There's a handprint, right there." I pointed. Despite my pounding heart, my voice was normal. It wasn't groggy or thick to indicate that I had been sleepy.
I was disoriented.
But I couldn't explain anything.
Wolf turns towards the door, then back at me. He does something that stalls me.
He kisses me, but my entire vision turns pure white. I wish I could say pain followed after but nothing happened.
When he pulled back, the white cleared and I wanted more of that kiss but I held myself.
Did he just use my curse through a kiss? I thought with hate and fear as he looked towards the door.
Making a face as though he could now see what wasn't clear to him before.