My kidnapper, is my mate?!?!

Acceptance?

I was speechless. Zane, pacing back and forth in my hotel room, had his face scrunched up as if he was thinking about something very hard. I opened my mouth, Zane looked at me and I closed my mouth back up. Zane sighed.

"You can't run away again Catherine! What were you thinking that vampire could have killed you!"

"V-vampire?" I whimpered.

"Yes Catherine. He wanted you, he wanted you and I could see it in his eyes. He wanted you for terrible things." Zane growled. I lowered my head as if I was in trouble. Zane had cleaned off my knee but I insisted on no bandages.

I felt dirty. Mud was on my hands from the fall. Blood trailed down my leg. And I don't remember when my last shower was. I blushed, did I smell bad?

"U-uh, Z-zane?" I asked in my smallest voice.

"What is it?"

"C-could you, u-um, take my bandages off? I really want to take a shower, maybe even a bath." Zane nodded, and sympathy flooded his eyes. I've gone through so much pain. I lifted my shirt once again and Zane unwrapped my bandages.

"It's completely healed." He smiled.

"What how is that possible?" I questioned.

"Um, well, werewolf spit does have extraordinary healing abilities."

"Ew."

"Just kidding. The pack doctor gave me special medicine, which when I put it on you earlier worked its magic." He teased.

"Here let me clean your back off, it does have lots of dried blood on it." Zane explained. I nodded nervously. He led me to the bathroom and asked me to lean over the counter of the sink. I watched Zane as he grabbed a hand towel and put soap on it. He looked at me and put his hand on my waist as he started washing the blood off my back. Once he was done, the towel was pretty brown colored.

"That would have been hard to clean off by yourself." Zane smiled. I turned around and looked up at Zane. His hand was still on my waist, and it was sending waves of sparks through my body. I felt a shiver go down my back, and knew that Zane felt it too.

I couldn't take it anymore, and I kissed him. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close to me as I kissed him. He was surprised at first but then he started kissing me back. He pulled me closer to him, our bodies pressed up against each other for support. I put my arms around his neck and my hands played through his brown hair. He started purring.

Zane's hands were moving up and down my sides. Zane picked me up and on instinct my legs wrapped around his waist, as he pinned me to the wall and continued to kiss me. I was moaning and making tiny squeak sounds as his hands tickled my sides. I heard him moaning multiple times. The sparks kept growing stronger. I knew what would happen if we kept going on. Wait, no! I can't love my kidnapper. I jumped of his waist and pushed him back. Zane looked back up at me hurt. My hands moved up and covered my mouth. I couldn't believe I had done that, my lips on his and we both enjoyed it. That was my very first kiss! I ran out of the bathroom and jumped on my bed under the covers.

After minutes of hiding, I finally heard Zane move out of the bathroom. His expression looked as if he was replaying the scene in his mind over and over again. His eyes looked lustful. He came over towards me and sat down next to the bed.

"Your eyes so pretty, they remind me of the ocean." Zane whispered to me. I met his gaze, I could slowly feel a trance coming back on.

"Your eyes are like the color of leaves when the sun is shining through, illuminating the forest." I trailed off, that was a pretty specific definition. Zane looked shocked at my explanation, but his eyes warmed making me know he liked it. My heart felt like it could fly out of my chest. My kidnapper not only stole me but stole my heart. I felt like I shouldn't like it, but my mind and heart are telling me two different things