Taylor's POV
I wake up to my shoulder being shaken gently. "Taylor, baby. It's time to get up. We're going to go see Dad, remember?" Shay says gently.
I open my eyes and stretch my arms and legs, each of my joints popping as I do. I can tell Shay isn't used to it yet, as his face is still painted with concern. I chuckle. "My body is okay. It just does this when I haven't moved in a while." I smile. I go to sit up, and that's when I feel the aches from our activities the night before. "Oof. That is from last night, though." I say as I wince from the aches.
"Are you alright?" He says, offering a hand.
"I'm just a little sore." I chuckle. I take his hand though, because getting out of bed is hard. "It was worth it, though." I smile widely at him. "I loved every minute of it."
"Good." He chuckles as I stand, and kisses the top of my head. "Do you want some help getting ready, or do you just want to meet us downstairs? Ethan is making some pancakes and eggs for breakfast."
"Mmmm. Sounds wonderful! I'll be down in a little bit. I'm going to take a quick shower and get dressed." I grin.
"Alright, Dear. We'll see you downstairs soon. I'll make you some coffee." He kisses the top of my head and turns to leave the room.
"Thank you! I love you!" I say, making my way to the bathroom. I start the water to warm it up, and do my business. When I get out of the shower, I glance at the mirror, trying to not take too long. What I see, though, makes me stand still. My body is covered in hickies and bruises. My neck has an assortment of hickies, as do my breasts. My hips and shoulders are covered in bruises from their fingers gripping me tightly. I glance down at my legs, and see the bruises and hickies on my thighs as well. Wow. That's the most intense sex I've had. I smile as I leave the bathroom, squeezing my hair in the towel.
I pull on some underwear, a pair of comfy sweats, and a t-shirt, then head downstairs. I have my phone in the pocket of my sweats.
When I get to the kitchen, I sit down at the island counter, there's a cup of coffee waiting for me. "Good morning!" I say, cheerfully as I take a sip.
"Oh, Darling! Good morning! How are you?" Ethan says, turning his head to look at me while he settles some pancakes on the griddle.
"I'm a little sore, but absolutely worth it." I grin at him.
"I'm glad." He grins as he turns his attention back to cooking.
Shay comes into the kitchen and kisses my head, then Ethan's cheek as he makes his way to the coffee maker. "We have plenty of time to eat breakfast and head over to Dad's office. So take your time and enjoy." He says, smiling at me.
"That's wonderful!" I smile, and take another sip of coffee, and take out my phone. "Oh, shit." I groan.
"What's wrong?" They ask in unison.
"Oh, nothing much. I just have a fuck-ton of texts and missed calls from Britt." I sigh. "I think I'll have to call her this afternoon, after I talk with AJ. She doesn't know about all this, and I don't know what to tell her."
"I agree. I think this afternoon would be a good time." Shay agrees.
I sigh as I open up her chat, scrolling through all of her texts venting, ranting, and threats to come find me.
Me:
Hey, girl. It's been a crazy few days. I'll call you this afternoon to explain everything, okay? But I promise I'm okay. We can do a video chat, if that helps?
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The Human and their Mates
WerewolfI'm really just an ordinary person. Living my life, trying to adjust to my disabilities and disorders. Life was going fairly normal until one day I bump into a god amongst men, Shay. He is incredibly hot, and I can't seem to think around him. Then...