May Seasons Come (Werewolf Romance)

Chapter Eight

Mature Content Present.

Maybelle eventually fell asleep amidst the woods. A light rain shower that fell from the sky matted her fur but she did not even notice. The leaves stuck to her like feathers to tar, and everything around her began to happen in a blur.

She could barely make out the lone wolf that approached her. He was massive, his paws much larger than her own, and his fur was as light as the sun that shone dimly from behind the gray clouds. His eyes reminded her of pure honey, and she could almost feel her stomach growl at the thought of the sugary substance.

Unbeknownst to May, there were more wolves that came to surround him. She was so focused on the one wolf that even when he transformed from wolf to a naked man, she remained delirious. So much that she recognized the man, but could not place a name with his face. It was only then that she figured he was an angel, coming down to rescue her soul from the caged body she was trapped in.

He knelt down next to her and placed his arms beneath her body, scooping her up into his arms. May remained confused and wondered why the angel was not taking her soul to Heaven. She just watched the angel's face as it contorted into frustration, his mouth opening but she could not hear the words that fled from those rosy lips. Reluctantly, the angel stopped trying to talk to her and began carrying her through the woods. The other wolves followed him, but she still did not notice them, as her eyes remained on the angel's face.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the flight to heaven, but it never came. The angel had placed her onto a large bed with blankets that seemed to consume her small body, encompassing it like the angel's arms. Little did she know that the angel did not leave her side and he watched as May fell back asleep. It was only after she had fell into a slumber for several minutes, that her limbs began to crack and shift. She changed into her human body, and she never even noticed.

Wyatt wondered if she had passed out but when he placed his ear against her chest, he heard her breathing with a little snoring sound. He knew she was asleep and figured that she must have been so exhausted that she slept through the transition back into her normal self.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his chin against her shoulder. Then, he waited. He waited for her to wake up.

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Maybelle's eyes drifted open. She blinked several times and seemed to be entranced by the flame of the candle that was lit next to the bed that she was laying on. She recognized the room, as if she had seen it before. After several more minutes of thinking about the room and how she knew it, she realized that it was Wyatt's room. Suddenly, everything came flooding back to her.

She remembered Wyatt appearing in the form of an angel in her twisted mind, she remembered changing forms from human to wolf, and she remembered her father's confessions. It slammed into her as if a force had hit her and then a heavy sob escaped her lips.

It was then that she felt shifting next to her, and she noticed the two arms that were wrapped around her waist. They squeezed her tighter at hearing her sob. She stilled instantly until Wyatt had turned her over on her back and was staring down at her with those honey colored eyes, "Hello again."

May was confused by his words and he continued by saying, "You remember, do you not?"

No words left her lips but she did nod her head with her stiff neck. Wyatt took in her shocked face and her slightly parted lips. He so badly wanted to kiss them, and without knowing it, he did.

Bending his head down slowly, his lips barely grazed her own. She did not pull away in her hesitant state, and instead she took in the comforting feel of his soft flesh against hers. Wyatt pulled away once to stare into her brown eyes, and when she did not retort, he bent back down and kissed her again.

His tongue begged for entrance. May was in such a daze that she let his tongue slip through her mouth, and they kissed deeply for a long time. His fingers grazed the skin on her side, stroking from the curve of her breast to the crevice of her hips. He hesitantly stopped from going any lower, but then daringly changed his mind and stroked her inner thighs. May moaned into the kiss and his daring touch, and only when he had barely grazed what was in between her inner thighs, did she push him away.

She realized then that they were both very much in the nude, and she became extremely wary all of a sudden. She had never been so close to a man, and had rarely seen them in the nude. She was protected, and with innocent virtue came the clueless appeal of not knowing what to do in a situation such as this.

Wyatt watched her struggle for coherent thought until he decided on his next move. She was not prepared for it as he bent down again and pressed his lips against hers. She found herself moaning again, even when his lips left hers to graze the side of her next. They slowly went up to her ear to where he whispered, "Relax. Do not think so hard."

Wyatt liked knowing that he was comforting her, even if it was in a physical way. He knew that when she began thinking about things was also when she delved too deep into her inner thoughts. And he knew that it was Mr. and Mrs. Mabry who were at fault for it. They taught her not to let a man touch and love her the way he did, and he only wanted to prove May wrong.

With that in mind, he let his hands soothe her. They cupped her breasts as he straddled her waist. He brought his lips back to her own, kissing her in a way that it made something in her erupt in both, excitement and fear.

Then, Wyatt stopped and he placed his forehead against hers. He ignored their panting breaths and said softly to her, "I just want you to know who you are. And I just want you to know who I am."

He got off of her after that, leaving her to her racing thoughts. She watched as he got out of the bed and walked out of the room, but right before shutting the door, he said to her, "Come find me when you are ready to talk clearly. There are clothes in the closet for you."

And just like that, Wyatt was gone.