How could I trust anyone right now? The ground felt like it had crumbled beneath me, revealing a truth that shattered everything I thought I knew. Olivia isn't even my real sister—this revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning. I had never met my real parents, and the crushing weight of that loss hung heavily over me. To make matters worse, I learned that I was a monster. I had tried to escape from the person who had bound me in chains of despair, but his grip was unyielding.
"Baby, I know you're scared, but you must let me calm you," he murmured, his voice smooth yet commanding. "It would be best if you didn't shift until you're ready, but now is not that time." As much as I wanted to protest, a part of me recognized the urgency in his tone. The word "shift" echoed in my mind, laden with a meaning I was yet to grasp.
In a desperate bid for solace, I tried to retreat to my happy place—a vision of myself as a confident, alluring woman lounging on a sun-kissed beach, free from the chaos swirling around me. But then, his hand enveloped mine, and warmth spread through me like wildfire. There was an undeniable calmness emanating from his touch, and I found myself wondering if I could communicate with my wolf. Would she respond? Would anyone hear me?
"So I'm a werewolf. You're my mate, and I've never known until I saw you at that house party." His words hung in the air, thick with implications. Fear gripped me as I contemplated what had happened while I was unconscious. Did he realize I was his mate? The way he looked at me when his brother had pointed seemed to suggest he knew more than he let on. Did his wolf alert him, or was it instinct?
"I was there to relax since I was at mating age and still hadn't found my mate," he explained, his voice a low rumble. "I knew I smelled a different scent when I entered the house, but it wasn't strong enough to alert my wolf until my brother got my attention and motioned to you. Your scent invaded my nose, and my wolf screamed 'mate.' That's when you fell, and I picked you up and brought you back here."
My scent had stirred something in him. What could it possibly mean? There was an entire world of secrets beyond the pages of any storybook. My mind was awash with questions, but then another sensation hit me—his scent became intoxicatingly overwhelming. A sudden heat pooled low in my abdomen, igniting an instinct that was primal and raw.
"Meghan, it might be best to take a shower," my wolf urged, her voice a soothing whisper amidst the chaos. "You've been out for a long time, and you're not the only one who's having a hard time controlling their urges." She was right; we had just met, and the thought of jumping into something so intimate felt reckless. I needed space to regain control, to understand this new reality of being a werewolf.
"May I take a shower in your...shower, please?" I asked, my stomach fluttering with nervous anticipation. Our eyes locked, both full of desperation and unspoken desires. I needed his answer to escape the tension building between us.
"Yes, sorry—up the stairs, and it's the second door on your right," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. I turned away, heading up the stairs, the weight of his gaze lingering on my back.
As I entered the room, the sight of luxurious black bedding greeted me. I flopped onto it, inhaling deeply, his scent enveloping me in a way that was both comforting and thrilling. I turned on the shower, slowly shedding my clothes, each piece falling away like the layers of my old life. A part of me wondered if he was nearby, secretly watching. What would I do if he was? Would he be impressed or disinterested?
The water cascaded over my skin, and each droplet intensified the heat coursing through me. My mind wandered, imagining what it would feel like to have him close, water gliding between our bodies, his breath a tantalizing caress against my skin. Without warning, my hands found their way to my body, teasingly exploring. Perhaps if I indulged this urge, I would feel grounded again when I saw him.
Suddenly, I heard shuffling outside the bathroom. Panic surged through me, and I froze, hoping he hadn't heard. After a moment of silence, I resumed, drowning in pleasure until I heard him return, his presence electrifying the air. He looked at me with eyes ablaze, filled with hunger.
"Is all that for me? I hope so because if it is, I'd love to join you." His voice dripped with seduction, leaving me momentarily speechless. He shed his shirt and pants, stepping into the shower with me, his scent enveloping me like a warm embrace.
He grabbed my waist, kissing me softly, teasingly, as his hands roamed my body. The heat between us surged, and I felt his arousal pressing against me. I reached out, eager to explore, but he stopped me, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't worry about me; let me please you." How could I argue with that?
He descended my body, kissing every inch as he went lower. When he reached my core, an electric thrill shot through me. His mouth was a whirlwind of ecstasy, each flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I couldn't contain my moans, each one more desperate than the last, building towards an explosion of bliss that left me breathless.
When he finally stood, helping me regain my footing, I felt dazed and euphoric. He kissed me one last time before stepping out, leaving me reeling in the aftermath. I took a moment to collect myself, but reality crashed back as I realized something crucial: "I need to take another shower."