Logan
I place Arya on the bed and she is sound asleep. Penelope woke up in the middle of the ride and Eric’s mate is still equally as traumatized as Arya. We found Eric waiting for us in the living room, and he was so overjoyed to see his mate and sister safe. He carried his mate into his arms and cuddled her in his chest on a sofa in the living room trying to wake her up gently. He missed her though he was trying to be calm and not make her the issue of concern when we were planning to rescue them.
Jex carried Kate away to a room. I don’t know what is between them but I guess they are friends since they are both Arya’s friends.
Arya coils immediately when I put her on the bed. I can’t imagine the kind of trauma she has been going through for these last two days. She looks like she hasn’t eaten or drunk anything for that look. Her lips are dry and cracked, her skin is pale and bruised with small wounds on her arms and legs that seem to be healing so gradually.
The blue dress is stained with blood and dirt and it sticks to her skin. It must be so uncomfortable for her.
Reaching for the zipper at the back, I slowly pull it down, revealing a white bra. I pull it off her being as careful as I can. When I manage to get her out of it, she remains only in her white panties and bra.
Looking at her bare skin alerts my wolf of her and of how much I have missed her body. Before I stop myself, my face is in her neck and I am inhaling her scent. I close my eyes, enjoying the way it makes my entire body relax. I trail my nose down her collarbone onto her chest to where her breasts rise and fall gently. I gently undo her bra, freeing them. My hands each touch them, and I find it so hard to resist. Placing the bra on top of her dress, I look back at her struggling with my overwhelming desires.
Fuck it!
She is my mate!
Slowly, I cup her breasts, filling them in my palms. They feel so soft and warm. I go ahead to massage her gently. The bra has made a mark on her, for all this time she has been in it. I caress the pink marks, feeling fresh blood flow in my veins down to my groin.
Enough!
I get my hand off her and quickly cover her with a duvet. I know I want her but I need to be patient with her. She is not fine.
I make a mental note to bathe her when she wakes up. I pick up the closes and place them in a laundry basket.
I look around at my clothes, ad realizes that I should get AryArya’sothes to fill them. She is going to start living here with me, and there is no way I am going to let her get out of my sight again.
I head to the kitchen which is on the east of my wing. I hardly visit it often, but I need to make sure they prepare something special for Arya and my guests. Maybe we can have dinner together. We shall see how the evening unfolds.
After that, I go to check on our other guests in the pack house. I haven’t gone to see the condition of the Blue Blood territory but I am planning to with Eric so that we can see how much damage was caused and if they can go back home. We are probably going to do that tomorrow.
When I go back upstairs, Arya is up. She is sitting with her hair dropping all over her shoulders covering her breasts. She looks confused when I come in.
I get on the bed and sit beside her. I reach out my hand to caress her face gently with the back of my hand.
“You are finally awake,” I say, tucking her hair behind her ear exposing her bare breasts. My gaze drops quickly to her breasts.
Arya quickly pulls the duvet up to cover them. I frown in confusion. She holds tightly onto the cover.
Her eyes are fixed on me, more of a glare.
“What’s wrong, Arya?” I inquire because this is confusing the hell out of me.
“Don’t touch me,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
What?
“What’s the matter?” I still don’t get it.
“I said don’t touch me! I don’t want to see your face!” she snarls.
What the hell?
“Arya, it’s me, Logan,” I try to explain and hold her hands in mine. “I know you are not fine. You are traumatized.”
“No, I am not! And I know who you are, Logan! I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to see your face. I hate you!” she is yelling now. I know she hated me before but we have been getting along well before all this. Why are we backsliding now?
She puts her legs out of the sheets and steps on the ground. She tries to get up but I hold her hand.
“Where are you going?” I ask.
“I am getting out of here. I don’t want to be here around you or anywhere in your house,” replies, fighting to get my hand off hers.
“Are you sure you can even stand? You have been unable to even lift your hands for such a long time, are you sure you can walk?” I ask.
“That’s none of your business! Just let me go!” she shakes her hand. I release her.
She staggers to her feet and I am scared she will fall but she is determined to do this.
“Where are my clothes?” she asks looking around.
“You mean the dress? It was too dirty so I have sent them to the laundry,” I reply.
“Never mind,” she staggers to the closet, dragging her feet which are stacking after covering a small distance from the bed. I get up and approach her.
“Look, I will help you get something to put on, but first let me bathe you,” I tell her.
“I don’t need your help. Don’t come close to me!” she shoots me a killer glare.
Oh, God! I can’t stand this drama.
“I don’t get why the hell you are being like this to me, but I am not going to listen to you. So you either comply or I will be forced to make you. If you want to scream you can go ahead but I am sure no one will come to your rescue. I am also sure you can’t run so just give it up,” I tell her. I run my hands through my hair and tug at the roots in frustration.
What is wrong with her?
Ignoring her glare, I lift her off the ground.
“I hate you!” she mutters but doesn’t fight me.
“You have already made that clear for the few minutes we have spent together so far,” I tell her, carrying her to the bathroom.
Placing her on the bathroom floor, I turn on the hot water tap for the bath and check the temperature. When it is suitable, I turn my attention back to my girl who is staring down at her toes. Lifting her chin, tears stain her face.
“Hush, don’t cry,” I mumble, rubbing the tears off with my thumb. She shivers and whimpers. I better get this over with before she gets cold.
Reaching for the band of her panties, I pull them down her panties so that she can step out of them. My wolf stirs when the scent of her womanhood catches in my nose. I ignore him and go ahead to place her in the bath.
Getting rid of my clothes, I step into the bath with her. I manage to wash her clean without any repulsion. Wrapping her in a towel, we get out of the bathroom. I place her on the bed and head for the closet. I get out a simple green dress for her and a pair of panties. I quickly throw on some jeans and a t-shirt.
Heading back to Arya, she is still where I placed her on the bed wrapped in a towel. Her eyes follow me when I walk to her.
“Baby, don’t sulk like that,” I say, holding her chin in my hand. I caress her cheek gently.
“I have brought you this dress. I want to take you for dinner,” I tell her.
“I don’t want to eat,” she mumbles.
“Now don’t be stubborn. Eric and I have been so worried for you-”
“What do you mean Eric and you?” she cuts me off. “Eric is dead!”
“No, he is not. He is here in my house and alive,” I respond.
“What are talking about? The vampires killed Eric. They took him into the woods and slaughtered him. I saw that with my own eyes!” she cries out, tears flowing down her eyes.
“That is what you so and u won’t deny it’s true, but we found him and he was not yet dead. I brought him here before it was too late and got him quick medical attention. He is still alive and very fine,” I try to explain.
She stares at me in disbelief and finally looks up at the roof.
“I don’t believe you,” she murmurs.
What?
“I don’t need to say more. Let’s get you dressed. I will take you to him,” I tell her. Her expression remains numb.
“Why is it that you don’t trust me, Arya? What’s going on?” I finally ask her.
“I just want to see Eric, if he is here,” she responds, dodging my question. I decide to keep that for later.
“Okay, let me dress you up,” I say, unwrapping the towel from her. She holds the towel to stop me.
“Don’t bother, I can do that myself. I am better now,” she says. I chose not to fight her on this. I get up from the bed and stand some distance away from the bed.
Holding onto the towel, she places her feet on the floor.
“Can you please stop watching me like that? I need some privacy,” she says, holding the panties in her hands.
Are you kidding me right now?
This is getting ridiculous!
“I just bathed you a few minutes ago, Arya. I have already seen you naked. What are you going to hide that I haven’t already seen?” my anger is taking its toll on me.
“I am just asking for privacy while I dress up,” she responds.
“I am your fucking mate for fuck’s sake!” I say, but then decide to leave the room before my furry overtakes my senses.