Okay, as I was looking it over I realized I made a mistake in the last chapter. I said Cole's eyes were brown, when really they are dark green with gold tinges and I got so upset because I hate making mistakes like this. My GIFS are having problems uploading ugh.
Also, I kind of made Heather relate to me in this chapter (sorry!) You know when authors make some characters like the same things that they do? Yeah.
Proceed.
I woke up on a warm, brick pillow.
Cole.
I yelped, noticing I probably slept on him that entire night. I immediately regretted my actions as Cole's eyes flicked open. His body moved so he was on top of me at lightning speed. His elbows were at each side of my head, propping him up so he doesn't crush me with his muscular wolf guy build.
I decided to speak up when he kept looking around the room for the cause of my screech. "Hi."
"Are you hurt? Why'd you yelp?"
"Uh, no reason."
"Kitten..." He lightly growled.
I sighed. "Sometimes, I want us to go...slow. I mean, I've only barely known you for a week, and we are sleeping...together. I just want to go slow, I guess." Even though, staring at his plump pink lips, all I wanted to do was kiss them with everything I had.
He raised an eyebrow. "Huh."
"What?"
"You have self control. Like big time. This day of the Heat, you're supposed to be...extremely horny..."
My eyes widened, and my lips parted.
He chuckled at my reaction. "Listen, mates usually have sex right then and there when they meet. We are actually going quite slow, but I will go at any pace you want and feel comfy with Kitten. I wouldn't want to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, I respect you."
"Thank you." He was looking extremely sexy at the moment.
How am I going to survive a whole day with these hormones?
"So uh..." I said awkwardly. "You can get off now, there's uh, no danger."
He grinned. "I like my view though, and I can protect you from anything like this."
Knowing he weighed probably double the amount of me, and had wild strength, there was only one thing I could do to get him off me.
I tickled him.
He started laughing and fell to the side. I giggled. "Where's mister macho wolf now?"
He somehow unleashed his arms and started to tickle my sides, and then we were both laughing. After he started winning, by slightly sitting on my stomach, I put my hands up in the air. "Okay, okay! You win!"
He grinned and kissed my forehead. "I think we should get to know each other better."
"Hm. Fine. What's your favorite color?"
"Green. Yours?"
"Purple and grey. Favorite band?" I started to wiggle around, because of how awkward I felt with him sitting or leaning on me, where his manhood- never mind.
His eyes turned dark and he stared at me. "I suggest you stop that, if you don't want me to lose control."
I froze. Part of me wanted him to take me right here, but I knew it was just the stupid Heat.
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The Broken Moon
Werewolf"I'm not going to hurt you," he said. "Yeah well, that's what they always say." He growled again. "Stop doing that! What are you, a dog?" Sixteen year old, almost seventeen, Heather Lyalls is doing leaps by day, but is hiding an abusive relationshi...
