Dinner was quiet between them, but it was better than the hostility he first showed her. Jayce was flying through the food like he also hadn't eaten in the last few days. He had spaghetti sauce plastered around his mouth. He almost looked like a messy toddler.
Jayce pushed the plate away, leaning back on his stool. "That was amazing." He voiced openly as he wiped his mouth. Lily rose from her seat, taking his plate and her own, and went to the sink. She cleaned up after the mess they both made. "Don't think I can clean the dishes, either?" He joked again.
"It's the least I can do. You're letting me stay here after all." She responded as she cleaned. The scent of fresh rain was at her back as she heard his stool scratch against the tile. She can feel the heat overflow from his body, but she ignored it. She became self aware of his closeness, bringing her arms closer together and her shoulders hunched up slightly.
"How long did my mother plan for you to stay here?" He asked suddenly from directly behind her. It scared her that if she moved the slightest, she would bump into him.
"Uh," She felt the tremor in her voice, and she did her best to get it under wraps, "a year, but if things go well with therapy, I can leave sooner." She said to him. His hand appeared beside her, making her flinch suddenly when he turned off the water.
"Look at me, Lily." He spoke into her ear. Her thighs quivered excitedly as she slowly faced him. Her eyes met his chest first before slowly moving until they landed on his face. She had never been this close to him before. Her eyes traced his chiseled jawline, not a single stubble in sight. Her eyes flitted to his, and she withheld a breath. Being this close, she can see red and orange mingling beautifully, like flames dancing in a fireplace. His black hair dangled loosely over his eyes. Her hand reached up, pushing his locks aside, taking them both by surprise. His hand came up, grabbing hers gently. Her body became electrified once their skin touched. Her breath caught and her heart raced. She felt her clothes clinging to her body as her sex heated.
"Did it just get hot in here?" She asked breathlessly. Her eyes roamed over his body. His own button-up shirt clung to him like paint, showing the definition of his muscled body against the fabric. He was panting, his own breathing labored like hers. His other hand was on the counter beside her and he was clutching it for dear life.
Damion sat in the chair across from him, his eyes transfixed on his notes as he went over the weekly report with Jayce. The dark-haired Wolf was rambling on, however the Werewolf King had his mind set on something else. Someone else, to be exact. A few nights ago, during his work, he heard a soft piano playing down the hall from him. When he went to investigate, Lily was playing a gentle melody that resembled close to what he believed was a lullaby. Her eyes shut, but she had the softest smile displayed on her lips. Since she had been staying there, she only showed fear and sadness as her primary emotions. So when he noticed her smile for the first time, his heart nearly leapt out of his chest.
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
The gap between them grew wider as weeks went by. Since her episode, she refrained from any type of communication with him. Every time he thought of her scarred body, his Wolf nearly took over and would wreck the room he was in. He's had construction done three times in the last two weeks because he couldn't control his Wolf. Damion had stopped by several times, but he just dismissed him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with the festival or the council. Even when he shifted to go on his runs, he was breaking trees left and right. Who was he truly angry at, though? Jasper for hurting his Mate for months, or himself for asking a pointless question. He'd give anything to hear her voice. To feel her lips again. To hold her, even if she was just crying. Anything to soothe the beast in him.
"Mates." Penelope said with a gentle smile. Lily raised a brow at her, but the term wasn't lost on her. She sensed Jayce tense up when she said the word, shifting uncomfortably beside her."I'm assuming that is a more serious topic than what I'm thinking of?" She asked, and Penelope shrugged, swirling her wine around."Yes, and no. It's not so much a serious topic, but it's one that Humans can easily overlook. Unlike Humans, Werewolves have a partner that t
Her sweet taste lingered on his tongue when she gazed up at his eyes, the sun shining in hers when she spoke up."I'm his date." She said, licking her lips slowly. The bulge pressed against his slacks and he didn't care who saw it. His Wolf howled to claim her. His hand tightened on her waist, pressing her curved body against his. Her delicious scent reached his nose, and it took every nerve in his body not to pin her to the window and fuck her in front of everyone.
Lily walked along the grassy and damp path. The stars sparkled high above her, a chill brushing along her skin. For a summer evening, it was rather cold. Goosebumps rose over her arms, spreading over her shoulders, back, chest, and legs. She tried to rub them away, to warm herself, but they continued to spread. She breathed out, her breath like white smoke. A sharp pain settled across her chest and as she glanced down, blood trickled down from a thin cut on her naked body. She touched it, hoping it wasn't real, but the warm fluid startled her. Another sharp pain drew her attention down to her wrists, where more blood was oozing out of the cuts. She went to speak, but her voice was gone.
He stood on the other side of her door, listening to her cry. Why must she cry so much? No. It wasn't her fault. It's never her fault. She wanted to understand what was happening to him, yet he pushed her away. Fuck, she looked so sexy beneath him. Her moans sounded so delicious, he wanted to hear it more. His cock pulsed in his boxers, making him bite back a groan. He ached to enter her. To make love to her like she deserved.You fucking moron. You fucking yelled at her.
When she called Erica back, it overwhelmed her with so much joy she couldn't contain herself. Hearing her best friend's voice was music to her ears, especially with everything going on now."Lily! Thank God you're alright! Where have you been? Why haven't you contacted me?" She started going off on her like a parent going off on a rebellious teenager."Erica, slow down."