Fated to the Werewolf King novel Chapter 7

As she watched the grass fall from the sky, her heart felt slightly lighter than the past week she had been here. Opening up about her experience wasn't easy for her, but it felt good to get it off of her chest. Dr. Marshall had the degrees to work with her, but Jayce was an ear she can speak to with no medical background, as far as she knew, anyway. To her surprise, speaking to him about it actually put her at ease, and it made her want to talk to him more.

"A distraction." She said, but she didn't know what she meant by that. Her writing was always her escape after Jasper dealt his beatings. Even if her body was trapped, she found a way for her mind to enjoy the little things. Until he took that away from her next. Her mind clouded and her heart sped up. She felt another attack creeping its way toward her. She looked around for a place to run when he grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet. Without telling her where he was going, he lead her inside the house. Her breathing quickened, but his iron grip wouldn't release her. She pulled, but he refused to let her go.

"Please." she whimpered as he took her up the stairs and down the hall. Her mind went to the darkest of places until he opened the familiar white door and gazed at the beautiful grand piano inside. He let her go and stepped away to let her breathe. Was this his way of helping her cope?

"I heard you playing a few nights ago." He said to her as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest. She felt her cheeks flare up in embarrassment.

"I should've asked you if I could play it. I'm so..."

"I want you to play for me now." He told her, and she stared at him. She looked back at the piano.

"It's okay?" She asked him, and he nodded. Her heart squeezed in her chest as she moved to sit on the bench, her fingers grazed along the keys, and she let out a satisfied sigh. What should she play? Before she could really think it over, she just let her fingers loose and a gentle melody filled her ears. She shut her eyes, creating a scene in her mind of the forest behind the mansion. She thought of the leaves swaying in the summer breeze, the sunlight poking through the canopy. A black Wolf sprinting. Her fingers stopped suddenly and her eyes shot open. Why would she think of him?

"Is everything okay?" He asked her, and she peered over at him. He was still leaning up against the wall, his piercing eyes standing out against his black hair. Her cheeks flushed, and she turned her face away.

Why am I blushing now?

"Yeah, I just..." She swallowed. "I was putting a scenery together to go with the song and something showed up unexpectedly." She admitted. He cocked a brow as he stepped toward her. Her eyes dropped to his broad chest, his tattoos kissing his lightly tanned biceps and forearms. She wanted to trace them with her tongue.

With my tongue?!

"Well, was it working?" He asked her, drawing her attention back to his face. Her heart skipped at the sight of his handsome features. She nodded as he took a seat beside her on the bench. "Then go back to the scenery." He whispered into her ear. She shivered at his low, sexy tone and bit her lip. Her fingers went back to the keys, and she shut her eyes. She was more aware of his presence now, and the powerful smell of rain coming from him. So, she focused on that.

Her fingers moved, the melody soft and deep compared to before. She played with the keys like they were rain droplets. Delicate, yet strong. The image of his black Wolf came back to mind again, but she maintained it. She pictured him running through the forest alone; the rain drenching his fur. The rain enhanced his already set aroma. It filled her senses to the brim. Though he was alone, he felt free in this form. His paws left massive prints on the wet soil. The Wolf came to a stop and shifted back. His muscular back glistened with rain, his tattoos standing out more across his upper back. His damp black hair pressed against the curve of his neck. The clouds broke away as the rain died down and a full moon shined down on him. The droplets that covered his gorgeous form made it seem like he was sparkling under the moonlight. He tilted his head back and howled.

Lily's eyes fluttered open as her fingers pressed on the last key. The soft, high-pitched tone echoed through the room. Her heart and mind were steady for once. She smiled, turning to look at him, his face just inches from hers.

"Thank you." She whispered, doing her best to hold his gaze. She felt his breath tickle her nose. Heat rose into her cheeks again. He was dangerously close, but she didn't want to flee this time.

"It was beautiful." He whispered, "What was your inspiration?" He asked curiously. She bit her lip, her eyes outlining his jawline until they reached his lips.

"You." she whispered ever so softly, but his Wolf hearing caught it. He inhaled sharply. His fingers brushed against her neck as he filled in the space between them and kissed her. She felt bursts of energy across her lips when she returned the kiss. His hand snaked behind her neck, making her tilt her head up toward him as he deepened it. There was an eagerness behind this kiss that she wanted to explore, but tenderness to show that he respected her boundaries. His other hand slowly unzipped her hoodie, brushing it off of her shoulders. Once his fingers caressed one of her scars, a switch flipped on inside of her and she pulled away hurriedly. She grabbed her hoodie, folding it over one another to cover up her body. He pulled his hands away, his pupils dilated. He stared at her, a look of annoyance crossing his face. Oh fuck, did she let things go too far?