Matenapped |✓

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|/Regan\| (UNEDITED)

I groaned, peeling my eyes open and sitting up. My neck hurt from the movement along with my stomach. I haven't eaten in two days, and my neck I have no idea why it hurt.

I rose a hand to touch the aching part of it, but when I did I hissed and drew it back. What the heck was on my neck?! An open wound?!

I quickly got out of the bed and went inside the bathroom, screaming in realization that the shower was on, and inside the very see through shower was Grayson, who was also very naked. My cheeks immediately flushed on impact as I turned around and bit my lip. The thing on my neck tingled, the feeling overpowering the sore pain.

"You know if you really wanted to see me naked you could've just asked, right?" The amusment was clear in Grayson's voice, which made me angry. How is he not embarrassed?! Or at least angry that I walked in on his nakedness?!

"Um, well I'm going to leave now, sorry, wasn't exactly thinking about the shower actually being on..." I said awkwardly before I grabbed the doorknob again, but before I could escape this embarrassing situation I was grabbed by the waist and pulled against a body. The thing on my neck tingled stronger, as if replacing the flush on my cheeks.

"Uh, Grayson-" I started, but he shushed me.

"I'm assuming you felt the neck pain and didn't know what was wrong with your neck so you came in here without realizing I was actually in the shower to see what was wrong with it and just walked in on me instead." Was it possible to say that much without taking a single breath?

"Uhm..."

"I marked you." Oh yeah.

"What happened after?"

"You acted drunk, but that's just because you're human and it has different effects with werewolves."

"How much longer will it hurt?" Believe me when I say that I was trying my best to ignore the fact that Grayson was naked.

"Not that long, i'm guessing this position is making your mark tingled which probably covers up the pain. Is that right?"

"Um.. yeah." Why was I being so awkward?

"Does this make it tingle more?" Grayson's face was now in the crook of my neck as he placed small kisses around the mark. The tingles intensified, taking his teasing kisses.

"Y-yeah." I bit my lip. "Grayson, let me go."

"I think I like holding you, so no thanks."

"Grayson." I warned.

"Want to join me in the shower?"

"What the- Grayson, just let me go!" I swatted his arms but he held on tighter. "Ugh, I swear to god if you don't let me go..."

"You'll do what?"

"Runaway!" Right as I said that a growl erupted from his chest, and his grip got even tighter. His voice dropped deeper as he snuggled his head further into my neck.

"You're never leaving me." He growled.

"Oh my god, so sensitive! Just let me go!"

"No, and for that, you're getting thrown in the shower."

"Wha- wait no!" He started pulling me closer to the mini version of a waterfall as I desperately tried to plant my feet on the tile. I failed at that, considering Grayson just picked me up to make his trip easier. "I still have my bloody clothes on!" I protested.

"Aw, I almost feel pity for what I'm about to do because your accent is so cute." He chuckled. "Almost."

"I'm wearing clothes!"

"Take them off, I wouldn't mind."

"Shut the fuck up!"

"In you go." The door to the shower opened and I was practically thrown inside, followed by my screams.

"Grayson!" I screamed, utterly shocked as I got soaked. My clothes tuck to me like a second skin and sagged with the water's weight. I angrily looked out into the bathroom o see he had managed to pull boxers on while laughing hid ass off.

"You are so dead meat." And before h could process that my threat was going to be followed with actions, I lunged out of the shower at him. But I wasn't successful when my wet feet slipped on the tile and I fell on my ass. If possible, Grayson laughed even harder.

"Shut it asshole and help me up." I grumbled. Grayson sobered up and offered his hand to me, but being the very revengeful birch I was I pulled him down with me. His laughter stopped as he thumped down next to me, barely managing to miss falling on me.

"Ha! Who's the loser now?" I quickly got off the tile and darted towards the bedroom door, but winning against a werewolf wasn't that easy.

He grabbed my ankle, making me squeal and fall on top of him. I started laughing like a crazy person while he smiled and studied me. I didn't notice until my laughter died down, and I just awkwardly smiled at him.

"I got you wet." I whispered, already mesmerized by his bright blue eyes.

"That's what he said." He cracked a smile before I slammed my lips against his. He quickly responded by kissing back, grabbing a fistful of my soaked hair. The only noise in the room was the running shower and our kissing.

He sat up, holding my body against his to maintain the kiss. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed at his bleached hair, his hands gripping at my waist. I could tell he was holding back his wolf by the way his fingernails dug into my sides. But I didn't really care that he was slowly losing control. My mark burned with passion, urging the kiss to go deeper than just lips.

He quickly pulled away, his lips red and swollen. His eyes were black as they scanned my face.

"Sorry, you're not ready." He simply said.

"I understand." I climbed out of his arms and went into the bathroom closet to grab a towel.

"It's not like I don't like kissing you." He offered.

"I know. You can't control the wolf." I started to towel dry my hair.

"I can control him." He protested, standing up.

"You can, but it's hard to control him when you're with me. Gael explained it to me. Alpha males get possessive and protective and-"

"Yeah, I get the point. She told you about how difficult alpha wolves are to control. Especially when it comes to their mates." He sighed. "Sorry."

"Don't need to be. I get it." I grabbed another towel and walked towards the door. "Now you can finish that shower I so rudely interrupted." And I exited the room.

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