Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

Jagger's hand that wasn't holding my head moved from my back, over my shoulder and down my left arm. I relaxed into his arms further, my body molding into his. Not being able to stop myself, I pressed my chest tightly against his and squeezed my legs that were straddling him.

"I got you Grayson girl." Jagger said, his breath tickling hairs against my neck.

His hand traveled to my forearm where he slid his fingers around my tiny arm and tightened his hold, almost like he was scared I was going to disappear. His fingers overlapped on my slim wrist.

The pain took a moment to catch up with me.

A sharp gasp startled out of me and I jerked out of Jagger's arms, tears of pain blinding me for a moment.

Jagger retracted his hands the instant the pain-filled sound escaped from my lips.

I slammed into the desk behind me, my head smacking into it. Jagger visibly winced in front of me.

I cradled my left forearm in front of my chest, breathing through my teeth to try not to scream in pain. Larkin's mark hadn't fully healed over and re-scarred itself to my flesh yet. And it hurt like a bitch.

The fake conversation in front of us and stalled, and four sets of eyes danced on me.

"Gray?" Jagger started softly, cautiously. Like he was still afraid I would disappear.

When I had jumped out of his arms, there hadn't really been anywhere to jump back to. My legs were still straddling his lap, but everything touching was covered in clothes. The sudden lack of skin-to-skin contact cleared my head like a bucket of cold water.

As Jagger stared into my eyes, I knew that he could see me putting my wall back up, brick by brick.

His eyes jumped back and forth in between mine.

Whether it was because he knew he had limited time before I closed myself off again, or he just simply had to know, Jagger forcefully grabbed my wrist and pulled my left arm to him again.

I gasped and used my other hand to shove at his chest but it didn't do a single fucking thing. Jagger held fast, not letting me run away this time. 

I wiggled on his lap, trying to escape this confrontation that was coming. Hurt coursed through me as Jagger forcefully held onto me, hating that he was pushing me like this. I might expect this from one of the others, but Jagger and I always kept a line with each other. And this was most definitely crossing it.

Jagger held firmly onto my wrist and used his other hand to push up the sleeve of my sweatshirt, revealing the white bandage wrapped around the skin. He gently turned my hand, making me expose the underside of my arm.

I shoved his chest again, more tears escaping my eyes.

My tongue felt heavy in my mouth as I parted my lips, searching for a voice.

A few splotches of blood had formed on the bandage.

"Take it off." A voice said from above us and I snapped my attention up to Ares, his pale blue eyes getting darker by the second.

The panic inside me found a second wave. Ares stared down at my bottom lip trembling but didn't say anything more.

I frantically shook my head, shoving Jagger's chest again.

His fingers slipped under the bandage, getting ready to pull it from my arm.

They couldn't see Larkin's mark.

They would be disgusted.

And the questions. The questions they would have that I couldn't answer.

I moved my hand on Jagger's chest to right over his heart and pressed down as firmly as I could. Jagger paused his fingers. His eyelashes flutter as he looks into my eyes.