Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

My body was nearly shaking in fear, in apprehension as I silently told the boys to shut the fuck up. I looked back to where Larkin walked away from the house, none the wiser. Thank the moon goddess.

He would walk a bit further before shifting into his wolf and running back to hell.

I held my position, sitting on Finn's stomach with my hand over his mouth, signaling to Ryker and Jagger to remain quiet.

Tingles erupted with so much skin touching skin but the undiluted fear that had struck me before when I had sensed my mates so close to danger made them not have the same effect.

All three of them were bare-ass naked, their tattoos covering their chest and arms. I avert my eyes from things I so badly want to get a peek at.

I tried not to notice their wandering eyes and what emotions flashed in them as they took in my appearance and smelled the fresh scent clinging to me.

Larkin hadn't been here for long.

But he did want to leave me with a fresh coat of fear and the reminder that I was his.

I was only wearing an oversized white t-shirt and panties in the aftermath of Larkin pleasing himself with my body. I knew that I stunk of vinegar. I knew that they knew.

The white bandage on my forearm. The several bruises all down my body. The bite marks on my thighs.

I hadn't had time to put anything else on.

These absolute idiots were about to get themselves killed. Or if they somehow survived, they would have gotten me killed.

Finn's mouth moved against my hand and I quickly slapped my other hand over the one already covering his mouth. I pinned him with a glare.

His hands were on my thighs as I straddled on top of his stomach, knowing full well what was on display just a few inches south. Finn's hands looked huge against my thighs. His eyes flicked down and took in my filled-out curves. And the bruises. And the bite marks.

Finn's eyes softened as his fingertips brushed featherlight over the scarred teeth markings. It was obviously not a perfect mating bite with its hate-filled jagged edges. The mark's intent was to mark me in permanent ownership, not out of love.

After long minutes of silence and their eyes roving over my body, I slowly slid my hands off Finn's mouth.

"Grayson, what did he do to you?" Finn asked in the softest voice I'd ever heard.

I place my hands on his chest and go to push myself off of him, but his hands grab onto my thighs, forcing me to stay put.

Ryker moves up behind me, reaching for the hem of my shirt. I jerk away from him and push at his chest with one of my arms.

"Grayson." Jagger says, his voice broken as he looks at my body. When I meet his eyes, all I let him see is the anger in them. He flinches but continues forward.

Ryker goes for my shirt again, and when I try to swat him away, Jagger grabs a hold of my wrists. A strangled cry bursts out of my lips as Jagger secures his grip, restraining my arms level with my stomach.

With Jagger and Finn holding me in place, Ryker grabs a hold of the hem of my shirt and lifts it halfway up my torso, keeping my breasts concealed.

All three of them take in the bruises and bites, not exactly knowing what to do next.

When I open my lips to ask them what the fuck they are doing here, all that comes out is a choking sound before I have to swallow. My eyes tear up with the effort, and I turn them toward Jagger.