“I'll say goodnight then.” She turned the door handle and started to go in and then turned back. “Oh Aden... before you go I'd like to say one thing. And I mean it from the bottom of my heart. Thank you. Thanks so much for finding me and for saving my life.” She stood up on tip toe and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. His heart burst with hope and joy with her small gesture of thankful kindness. She couldn't have done it in a better way. She closed the door behind her and he floated off, back to the others for a while longer, his head in the clouds.
She woke him up, with a piercing scream of distress. He jumped out of bed, and in a half asleep state, he fumbled around trying to find her in the dark. He eventually gave up and turned the light on. She was crouched in the corner, fully human in form, but obviously very scared.
“Hey, hey, what's up? Tell me... Calm down now, sshhhh.” He put his arm around her shoulders and helped her up. She sobbed into his chest.
“Dreadful... dream. Ripping... my family... to pieces...” she sobbed. “Full... moon...” Her whole body was heaving with anguish.
“That's not going to happen. Don't worry. Come back to bed now.” He led her back to bed and covered her up quickly. Her tiny nightdress was far too sexy for words. Then he sat at her side and stroked her hair for a minute. “Go back to sleep, hmmm?” He turned off the light and climbed back in the other bed.
He was just drifting off again, when she spoke to him in the darkness.
“Can I sleep with you? I feel scared and alone, my heart's pounding like mad, I need a hug.”
“I don't think that's a good idea really. I'm not wearing much.”
“Neither am I but I promise not to get up to anything. I'll keep my hands to myself.”
“Oh ha ha... Very amusing.”
He heard her bed creak and then a rush of cool air as she lifted his covers and slipped in beside him. She turned and spooned backwards, nestling into his chest and stomach, moving his arm from where it lay in between them and tucking it around her waist, her hand over his.
“That's so much better,” she said. “I feel safe now. 'Night then.”
He lay there awake for an age, every one of his senses on high alert. Safe? That was ironic. She felt safe in the arms of an impassioned alpha werewolf? He ached to turn her round and take her into his arms properly. To kiss her face. To make love to her like the crazy wolf-man he was. But eventually, somehow, his body calmed down, relaxing with the heat of her against him. Their breathing soon fell into a steady united rhythm, and he found himself falling into a wonderful deep sleep.
He awoke before first light, aware of her breathing against his face. And the weight of her bare leg slung across his. He daren't move an inch as he strained his eyes in the dark to see how close she was.
It appeared they couldn't get much closer.
This was torture, but at the same time he loved it, this warm close togetherness. He wanted to wake up like this every day. He lay there for a long time feeling her breath on his face until it was light and suddenly her alarm sounded, beeping. She roused next to him and opened her pretty blue eyes lazily.
“Good morning,” she whispered with a cute little yawn.
“Good morning,” he replied. His stomach muscles contracting so tightly it was painful.
“Well this is cosy,” she murmured.
“A bit too cosy.” Cosy wasn't the word he'd have chosen, but still... it was definitely too 'something'...
They stared for a while, ignoring the alarm as it beeped away merrily. How he was keeping control of himself, he had no idea. And fuck, what the hell was she doing? His eyes widened as her head moved a couple of inches closer and her mouth touched his, her soft lips brushing against him like warm silk. His eyes closed in ecstasy as her hands sank into his hair, her fingers curling around it tightly. He tried to fight his instincts and not respond too much, because he didn't think he could stop whatever might follow. She nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth and he felt himself weakening fast. As her tongue pushed inside his mouth, he lost all sense of reason, and surged against her with a deep moan of surrender. His best, most honorable intentions disappeared as their tongues tangled together, slowly and thoroughly, intent on exploring every single part of each other's wet heat.
“Mmmm, Aden...” she murmured, against his mouth.
A strange tingling sensation whipped around his body like a wild firestorm as his name hung between their lips. He cupped her face in his hands and drank her in once more as his heart pounded madly. There was nothing like it on this earth. Her taste, her feel, and the gorgeous little humming sounds she kept making in her throat. He could stay in bed all day doing this. He hadn't enjoyed kissing someone so much in his whole life. But he couldn't and wouldn't. In fact he shouldn't be doing this at all. This was not going to plan.