Chapter 11
SHANE
Holy crap, crap, crap, holy crap! If my suspicions are valid and he is what I think he is, what awaits me on the way out…. No, I just don’t. It’s just that just thinking about it… no, it can’t be. After debating for a while with myself and having some very contradictory conversations with my feelings and how I feel, because while my body tells me that I have done the right thing and that it feels very satisfied -and the truth is that it feels satisfied-, my mind feels too confused and disturbed.
I stand up and finish cleaning my body, carefully soaping the wound on my shoulder. My thoughts consume my mind for a moment as I finish grooming my body, leaving it completely clean before leaving. I grab a towel from a wooden rack off to the side. When I open the door and carefully step out, hoping that no one is there, I realize that the disappointment is quite large, for, sitting on the bed, is the same black, hairy, and utterly majestic beast. If we leave aside how terrifying a wolf, or in his case, a werewolf, can be, he is truly beautiful. He lifts his nose and shows me his fangs as he retracts his snout.
-Stop, please! Don’t hurt me, I just… -I just what? What am I supposed to say? I look around, and the only thing in the room is an open door and a sliding door that leads to a balcony and it’s closed. Without much thought, I launch myself towards the door to the room, but like lightning, the wolf grabs me around the waist and gently tosses me onto the bed. As I go airborne, I hit the mattress. Tears soon flood my eyes, but I hold them back so I don’t spill them; I’ve cried enough.
He raises a hand as I’m about to hit him and points a finger at me. I am totally paralyzed. He watches me and growls at me again, gets fully incorporated at the foot of the bed, his full height, and looks at me before he does what I never thought he could do… he speaks:
-You will not continue to run from me, little wolfie; you belong to me. I know this is not the way I wanted you to find out, but it is what it is. You are definitely my mate; the connection between the two of us is made. You belong to me. You are mine.
His voice sounds utterly dark, husky and inhuman, chills invade my body. I tremble. It can’t be him, can it?
-Li-liam.
-It’s me, little wolf. Your Liam.
I want to try to convince myself that it really is the man I love, but I can’t; his voice won’t let me. I scream, panicking because none of this can be real. I try again to get up and leave the room because I need space, as much as I can. But he intercepts me again and we struggle. At that, the towel falls off me and I’m naked, once again, in front of him. A deep growl breaks the air and I freeze. He taps me on my good shoulder, backwards until he has me back on the bed and mounts on top of me. It’s hard for me not to stare at his huge erection.
-No!” I scream at the top of my lungs. You’ll never fuck me again, you’ll never touch me like that again. God, you’re not even real! This is all a fucking dream I’m about to wake up from, I know I am.
-Mia. -That’s all he says in the middle of his distorted voice, before lowering his huge, hairy head to my body, licking every part of it without leaving any space, including my pussy.
He licks my belly and sniffs deeply into it, as if trying to find something there. Then he continues his exploration of my center, giving me total pleasure. Even though I struggle, I am not immune to what he is doing to me. My body is grateful for every attention he can give it, every hairy caress, his warm, raspy tongue caresses my clit, making me squeeze against it. I find myself lifting my hips toward his huge snout. It’s so bizarre, so disgusting, and yet I can’t stop it; my body wants what it wants and I don’t hold back the moment I give it to her. I have an orgasm just with his mouth on my center and I don’t know how that’s possible, but my body feels satisfied as I ride the wave of the most intense orgasms I could ever have. As I finish, my breathing is totally agitated and my body goes limp and weak. My eyes open and close in a deep sleep that overwhelms me. I barely look at him and I am sure that at some point I would wake up and see my Liam again. I am simply not waking up and the beast in front of me begins to distort. His bones begin to snap as I watch him transform before my eyes, taking human form, and as I blink, there he is. Liam stands at the foot of the bed, stark naked and majestic as I remember him; his blue eyes pierce my soul, just as the beast had done with his red gaze.
I can’t stop shaking; my mind is in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The mixture of terror and fascination consumes me. Is it him? The man I love? The reality I now face is overwhelming. Liam, now in his human form, approaches slowly, as if each step is costing him control of his instinct. My eyes feel heavy; the knowledge of what has just happened overwhelms me, and yet his gaze catches me.
-Mia,” he whispers, leaning closer. His voice is soft, despite the echo of what has happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.
I try to find words, but my mouth is dry and my thoughts are in chaos. The image of the wolf, its intensity and the connection I feel to it won’t fade. Other thoughts assail me: is he really my mate, the man I choose to love? Or is he just a beast in disguise, a being who has played with my feelings and my body?