The Eyes Of The Beast

Past meets Present

The reason he stayed distant from her was because her betrayal was still a fresh wound and also his whole body had a mind of its own whenever Evelyn was around. He tried so hard to be angry at her, Lord knows he tried but the minute he saw her delicate frame descend down those stairs, he was a complete goner.

He had almost always seen her in baggy clothes, and now she was wearing a black dress that hugged her petite frame perfectly. Mustering whatever infinitesimal ounce of control and patience he had, he escorted her inside the car instead of throwing her cute little butt over his shoulder and head towards the nearest room.

The enclosed doors of the car and the blush creeping up her neck didn't exactly help his case. Her long eyelashes fluttering in anxiousness, and her cheeks, neck, even her round bosom was rose tinged. Her bottom lip looked plump, pining to be touched and felt. It was with no small smug satisfaction to hear her make a small beseeching noise when he slowly and deliberately traced circles on her long tanned legs which I swear to God, were smoother than any finest silk.

His fingers were itching to go deeper and unhinge her underwear and execute all his fantasies right here on this car seat, but he knew this wasn't the right time or place. His rational brain was about as functional as soft lump of play doh putty. And if fate didn't think this was enough torture, he could smell her arousal and wetness wafting through his senses, making his member hard from the sweet scent of ecstasy. If this whiff is driving him to the brim of craziness, he wondered what would happen when she goes through her heat.

Damn this little minx and her wretched scent.

The ride seemed to have lasted for a fairly short amount of time, even though the ball was pretty far from their manor. Brushing away all his thoughts he opened her door and held her as they walked inside with his hands firmly resting on the small of her back. It was arduous to keep a straight face on, with her growing proximity and the warmth that it brought and with his fingers lingering so treacherously close to her butt. 

Blue balls, it is.

His grip on her back grew stronger as he noticed her growing nervousness. Her eyes were set wide like a doe caught in headlights, honestly it was kinda adorable. Just as he was scanning the crowd, to steer clear of any ex girlfriend(s), he noticed his little mate trembling under his grasp and looked so closed to pass out.

The fear deep rooted in her eyes kicked in his werewolf's primitive need to protect his mate. Her eyes, which was usually the color of fresh cut grass was now clouded with unshed tears and it pushed his wolf to the edge. He had to tame his wolf, even though in all honestly he wanted nothing more than to unleash his inner beast. A low rumble erupted from his chest as she let out a sob and mumbled "He's here".

Thousands of unanswered questions loomed over in his head.

Who is "he"?
Why is she so scared of him?
Did he hurt her?
Why is he here?

During his inner monologue, he had failed to notice that his beautiful mate was nowhere in sight. He involuntarily let out a loud feral growl, which seemed to bring everyone to a steady halt.

Honestly, he couldn't care less.

He followed her scent, leading him towards the back exit. He was almost about to shift to cover more ground quickly when he noticed her tiny body hunched over the grass, shaking with silent tears. His wolf was howling in pain to see her like this. He had to take deep ragged breath to calm himself down. He tentatively laid his hand on her shoulder, making her shriek and back away in response.

Who made her like this?

His body was shaking with another growl waiting to be let out, his eyes blazing. He wanted to personally shred the monster who caused this. Taking deep breaths he picked her up and headed towards the car. He opened the door and made her sit on his lap, and prayed to God she didn't squirm.

He tucked her loose curls behind her ears as her puffy eyes bored into his stormy eyes. She looked so vulnerable, calling out his inner instinct to protect her from any harm. He pulled her closer and rested his face on the crook of her neck, both seeking comfort from each other.

Once they had arrived back home he didn't want to let go of her sight so he offered her his shirt. She came back wearing the shirt exposing her long legs, testing whatever little control he had. Goddess, give me serenity to last through the night. He had tucked her in and laid her in his bed, much to her surprise. 

Sleep well princess because tomorrow he needed some answers.