She Wolf

Chapter 4

WICESSA

Well, if that wasn't surprising at all. It hurt me so much to see him all torn up and bruised like that. And it was partially my fault too. I sent him away, when I knew that he was on my territory. I didn't even warn the pack that the Alpha of Storm was back on our land, and to leave him unharmed. I left him on his own, all because I was stressed. I was absoulutely terrible. However, I could not crumble in front of Beck and the wolves. "Take him to me. He will stay the night, and I will question him on how he was able to enter our lands. It will help me make better routines for rounds," I ordered. I saw their faces, slightly upset that they couldn't finish him, prideful that they were able to catch him before he escaped. The circle of wolves brought Jay to me, but, protecting his ego like he would, Jay stood up on his own, and limped towards me, disregarding the wolves surrounding him. They brought him into the house, and I told the wolves, including Beck, to leave. They were still in wolf form after all, and I didn't need any dirty paw prints on the floor. Jay was laying on the ground, looking limp. Great, I probably distracted him as well, making him fail his fight. Because no Alpha I knew was ever beaten this badly by four wolves.

After saying a quick thanks and goodbye to Beck and them, I shut the door and ran quickly upstairs. I was sure I had spare clothes here, especially since I always had visitors. And no, not those kinds of 'visitors.' I was the Alpha, I had to be prepared whenever there would be a sudden attack, or whenever someone had to shift back at my place. Finding a large black tee, and some jean shorts that were left by Luke last time, I made my way downstairs, back to Jay, who still happened to be in the same position where I left him last time.

I threw the pair of clothes before him, while saying, "Go shift in the bathroom." HIs wolf weakly stood up, and picked the clothes up with his mouth. I pointed at the direction of the bathroom, the one downstairs. He trotted in that direction. While I waited for him to come out, I grabbed the remote and pressed the red button, turning the TV on. Keeping Up With the Kardashians. Seems legit. Not. I left the TV on, and kept myself from falling asleep. I heard heavy footsteps down the hall, indicating that Jay had shifted back. He showed up by the doorframe. I trailed my eyes down his body and back up. His face wasn't badly bruised, other than that tempting scratch above his lip, but I saw some blood trying to leak through the shirt on his side. His arms and legs, however, looked like he decided to take a run through a wall of thorns, leading to deep scratches and cuts. He needed major medical attention. Even so, I couldn't help but notice how well the tee shirt fit on him, accentuating all is muscle.

"Liking what you see?" He snickered at me, eyes burning a brighter blue. That dimwit. What was he thinking while he was practically torn up?!

I scoffed. If he wanted to play, I was totally willing to. "Nah, I've seen better." His eyes met mine with a surprise. And then I saw a hint of jealousy playing on his face. I sighed. "I was just kidding. Get on the couch." He raised his eyebrow at my comment. Ugh. This jerk! Why was he being so annoying at a time like this! "I m-meant," I stuttered. He gave me a cocky grin, crossing his arms and leaning on the doorframe while waiting to see what answer I would give. I narrowed my eyes. "Just get on the damn couch." I walked past him, breathing him in slightly, while I felt him move too, finally doing what I told him to. I took out a rag, and let the sink wet it with warm water. This felt like deja-vu. Oh yeah, because I had Luke to deal with this morning. Walking back into the living room, I saw his eyebrows knit together in confusion as he stared at the TV screen. I see the Kardashians have started to take effect on him.

"You have an interesting choice in reality TV shows, " he informed me. I ignored the comment and sat next to him on the couch. I started wiping the blood away from his arms, and wrapped some gauze around the deeper cuts. He watched me in surprise, and finally looked away and turned his attention back to Khloe, who seemed to have been making a fit out of something. I couldn't help but love the sparks that were shooting in my body at the simple touch of his skin on mine. I noticed how the blood splotch on his shirt kept expanding, and finally told him to take his shirt off. Another eyebrow raise. I rolled my eyes, waiting and slightly looking forward to seeing him shirtless. Yes, yes, I know. I should stop being so perverted. He complied, and slowly took his shirt off, teasing me, while his eyes seemed to stare at mine the whole time. They were burning a bright blue again.

I looked down, seeing those crazy hot six pack abs, but there was no time for that, as I saw deep bite mark on his side. I winced at the sight, wondering how painful it must have felt if it already hurt me by looking at it. Slowly and carefully, I lowered my hand with the rag, and pressed it on the mark. I felt his eyes baring down on me. In one swift movement, he picked me up with ease, despite how beaten he was, and sat me on his lap, my legs on either side. I was basically straddling him. I gasped, surprised and met his eyes, those eyes that were burning into mine. The sparks were growing, making the tension so much clearer, showing his want, and mine. As much as I wanted to attack him with my lips, I knew he was in no condition to. After much effort, I tore my eyes away from him, and started dabbing lightly at his wound again. His hands found its way to my waist, staying there as I continued cleaning the wound.

JAY

I stayed that way, for a while, my hands on her waist as she tried to clear up the blood as best as she could. It was so hard for me to focus on something other than the fact that she was on my lap. And I was shirtless. And I really wanted her to be too. But I just stared at the screen, watching as drama started to erupt on the current show she set it on. It was fine after a while, until I felt something start burning my side, making me hiss and clutching onto her waist firmer. I looked down to see that she used the hydrogen peroxide to sanitize my wound, making it burn like a motherf**ker. I gripped her waist to distract me from the fire that started to erupt on my side. She probably sensed my pain, because she lifted her other hand and laid it on my cheek, making my focus go straight to her.

"Focus on me. It's only going to hurt for a while," she told me. I managed to get lost in her pale blue eyes, almost like ice. But not in a cold way. In the most gorgeous and sexiest way. They went back down to my wound, where she was tending it, and I couldn't help but notice the sleepiness of her eyes. She must have been tired. And yet she was taking care of me. The fire on my side faded slowly, but the fire inside me was about to explode because of the way she was touching me. I wanted her so bad. The sparks inside me were dancing, and I wanted to feel more. My Wolf was practically begging me to kiss her. I couldn't help it as I leaned towards her, crashing my lips onto hers, and feeling amazing as the sparks erupted into fireworks.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OK, so that was quite fun to write :D I bet the next chapter will be even more 'fun.' I know, I know, you guys probably hate me at the moment for leaving you hanging at such a steamy part. But... in order for me to continue, I sort of need some encouragement. So I'm asking for at least 5 more votes for me to continue, so that I know that you guys actually like it. Pretty please? Just 5. I hope to see you guys next chapter!

SIMPLYJUNE