Paralyzed

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Victoria

New: 3

Everything is warm. I'm satisfied and feel safe for the very first time. It's a weird feeling but it's nice. Tingles run along my scalp, causing goose bumps. I purr, the tingles spreading warmth and calmness through my body. I snuggle closer to the source as my eyes flutter open. Bright red-yellow irises catch my attention.

"You're up," the man before me states with a breathtaking smile.

I can't do anything but stare into his eyes, they're so beautiful. Like the setting sun, stretched over the sea. Bright red fading down into orange to a soft yellow. He's a hybrid. There's absolutely no other way he can have two eye colors clash with such ease. He laughs; I probably made some really stupid expressions just now. I blush, looking down. Finally being able to break eye contact and bury my face in my shoulder.

"Are you okay," he asks, concern etched on his expression and evident in his voice. The soft skin of his finger brushes under my chin and softly pulls my head up. My eyes held captive once again as he studies my face.

"Do you remember how you got here?"

I nod. Well, I have an idea, but can't recall any details. And I'm okay with that. Something in me tells me I probably don't want to know all of the details just yet. So, it's not entirely a lie, right?

"You're not in any pain anymore, are you?"

I shake my head. He smiles and runs his fingers through my hair. I purr, closing my eyes and leaning into him.

"One of my friends is a surgeon, he helped me clean you up and heal your wounds... Do you know who I am," he asks softly.

I look up at him with a smile, suddenly feeling a little playful. I've never felt this happy! Then again, I don't think I've ever been happy before. I run my fingers through his long, shaggy hair and down to the back of his head. Gripping the long stands of hair at the nape of his neck, I pull him closer so our foreheads are touching.

"Mine," I growl in a whisper with a giggle. He smirks, chuckling along with me.

"Yes, I am. And you are mine. I'm James."

He says as he wraps his arm around my back, pulling me closer, our stomachs pressed together.

"Victoria."

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman."

"I'm known for being very attractive. Its how I lure my prey in," I educate him with a wink.

"Oh? What species are you?" I bit my lip and look down. His eyes widen as he registers what he's just asked and a blush dusts his cheeks. "Uh—if you don't mind my asking..." His eyes hold an apologetic, pleading look. Should I tell him? Will he come back?

"Say you're a shifter." I laugh with a shake of my head.

"No, it's okay. I'm a shifter." He raises a brow.