Finding A Home Amongst The Wolves

Beginning heat

~Snow's (POV)~

I see a light.

Damn. I died.

Ain't the light supposed to be soft not eye burning?

That's when I realized that I hadn't died, just opened my eyes. Turning my head to look away from that damned light I see that I'm in a very cute hospital looking room. My eyes are still roaming around when I see Blake asleep in a chair next to me.

I still feel tired, but I don't want to sleep in this bed. Looking down I take note of the state I'm in. Seeing nothing deathly wrong with me I pull the i.v. out of my arm and sit up with much difficulties. Taking a quick breather I slowly get up on my hands and knees before crawling to the edge of the bed. I debate on whether I should or not, but I need this, Crystal needs this and possibly even Blake needs it. Before my mind has a chance to second guess itself I crawl over into his lap. Sitting sideways in his lap I wrap my arms around his torso and put my head in the crook of his neck and just like that, with my legs dangling over the side, I fall back to sleep in the protective embrace of my mate.

...

The next time I wake up I almost do think I'm dead, no one can be doing nothing and still feel pleasurable sparks.

I feel big hands rubbing up and down my arms creating the most delicious tingles. Looking up to find said owner of hands I realize they belong to Blake. I almost had a heart attack until I remembered that I'm the one who crawled into his lap.

Putting my head back in the crook of his neck I take one of my hands and lightly trail it along his chest. His answering growl comes out as a rumble against my smaller body and all I wanna do is continue feeling him. I don't know what's come over me, I want to stop. I tell my brain to stop but my body says no, my body basks in the reactions I can pull from him.

His hand comes up to cover mine, entwining his fingers with mine. It catches me off guard and I slightly pull away to look at him. His eyes pull me in and I can no longer pull away, to be honest I don't think I want to at this point. His eyes battle from the oceanic blue that pulls me in like a raging storm to the dark black, like the night, of his wolf. The blue wins, but it's not like the blue I've seen before. This blue sparkles with a passion and clashes against everything you know and everything you've seen before. 

His eyes pull me in and when he leans in I meet him halfway and our lips touch. It started off sweet, sweet as candy, our lips moved together in perfect sync even though I had no idea what I was doing. His kiss started off slow like a babbling brook, smooth like water and as calm as an ocean before the storm. I enjoyed it, it felt right to have his lips against mine and my body melting into him like thawed ice. If this is what his kisses would be like all the time then I would die a happy woman. 

His kiss changed, it went from a slow sensual meeting to an urgent life taking interlock. His hands roamed, crushing me against him and his teeth and tongue worked their magic on my bottom lip. Opening me up and plunging in without any warning or mercy all while I was helpless to do anything. 

The storm finally hit, sweeping me away mercilessly, causing a raging inferno to unfurl in the pit of my body. I was trapped in what was Blake. I couldn't move away, I was too scared too, fearing that moving would shatter everything. His tongue locked with mine wrestling and tasting, drawing every little reaction from my body and flooding me with him. All of him, his taste, feel, smell. His essence.

I couldn't breath anymore, I was too drunk on him. I needed air to combat the burning going on within me. I broke the kiss, drawing in gasping breaths while Blake went on to torture the skin of my neck with feather like kisses and nips. After sucking on my neck and releasing various pitches of moans from my lips he finally pulls away from my neck only to bury his face in my hair. 

We sit like this for I don't know how long. With my heart racing just as fast as his until it slows to a jog and a steady pulse. I can't look at his face right now. I'm too embarrassed. Turning my head I look out the hospital window and become even more speechless than I was from his kiss. Outside it looks pretty dark out so either we were kissing for a long ass time or I slept for most of the day.

I really hope it was the second option.

I wanna ask him something, more like three somethings, but I'm too embarrassed to face him. Shoving my face in the crook of his neck I breath in his scent and speak. 

"How long have I been out?"

I flinch slightly at the sound of my voice.

"About a day."

I sigh, extremely satisfied with that.

"What about Xena? Can I see her?"

"She's still sleeping and healing so probably not right now. Xavier isn't letting anyone but the doc in."

Oh. Damn, I really wanted to see her too.

I really don't want to stay in the hospital. I hate them, like really really hate them, with a passion.

I really wanna get out of this forsaken hospital, but asking him to take me to his room that I've been sleeping in for the past couple of days is something I really loath. Pushing my face further into his neck I get ready to ask my last question.

*Clears throat* 

"Blake I don't like hospitals. Can you um.. ah take me somewhere else please?"

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly against the impending rejection only to fling them open wide when he places his hand under my knees and his other behind my back and stands up with me in his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck as he walks out the door and past places I don't know about.  

It didn't take him long to get to the pack house and up to his room where he sets me down on the floor and turns to go into his closet. Once he's no longer holding me, touching me, an unbearable heat surges through me. Nothing I've felt before can compare to this. It's hot, so very hot, the heat hurts so very much.

Why do I feel this way?

Blake reenters the room in only his boxers with an extra pair and a t-shirt in his hands.

I'm burning, literally burning at the sight of him, it's like someone set off a bonfire in my belly when he walked in. I said the heat was bad before, well now its just plain old horrifying. The things I wanna do to him has me drawing away. The feels has me so scared that when he slams me against the door and claims my mouth all I wanna do is fight and flight.