Cecilia's Wolf {Rewritten}

35 | Cecilia's Wolf

Cecilia

I sighed in happiness as I rested my head in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. The warmth and tingles that had always been there when Jackson touched me were even stronger now, probably because of the fact that I was a vampire now. It was like a taste of heaven being in his arms again.

I could tell that he was happy to see me too. His arms were wrapped tightly around me and his face was buried in my hair. I could hear him inhaling deeply, pulling in my scent to reassure himself and Rafe that I was alive.

"Jackson," I whispered, so unbelievable happy that he wasn't mad at me right now and he was as happy to see me as I was to see him.

He pulled back a little, keeping me tight in his arms, but making it so that he could see my face. Neither one of us said anything; we just stared at each other, soaking each other in. Then, his lips descended on mine, attacking them with gusto. I threw my arms around his neck, wrapping my fingers in his hair and pulling him closer. He growled happily at the motion, the sound coming from deep in the back of his throat and vibrating across both of our lips.

Xavier cleared his throat, startling me and causing me to pull away from the kiss. Jackson growled, pulling my face back into his neck. He stood up and I raised my eyebrows, not remembering how we got to the floor in the first place. I wrapped my legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go yet, not that he would let me go anyway. He carried me to the bed and sat us down, our position not shifting an inch.

"Are you okay?" I asked him worriedly, looking him over carefully. The last time I'd seen him had been on a battlefield while I was dying and he was covered in blood. I knew he was probably fully healed by now, but I had to make sure.

Jackson found my question amusing. "Am I okay?" he asked me in disbelief, chuckling slightly. "You died and you're asking me if I'm okay?"

I just nodded, not really having a better answer.

He smiled gently. "I'm fine," he assured me, running a hand lovingly through my hair.

I ran my finger over the bags under his eyes and gently ran my finger nails over the facial hair that had been allowed to grow over the last week. "Then what is all this?" I asked him softly. I heard the door close softly and knew that Levi and Xavier had left to give us some privacy since we weren't paying any attention to them anyway.

"It's hard to live when you think your mate is dead," he informed me.

The words hit home and I winced, looking down at our laps. "I'm sorry," I mumbled softly. "He was going to kill you and I couldn't just let you die."

"So you sacrificed yourself for me?" he asked, the anger now evident in his voice, his hands tightening on my waist. "Don't you ever do that again, Cecilia," he ordered me. "Your life will always be more important that mine."

I shook my head in disagreement and argued, "I couldn't let you die!" I knew that my voice betrayed all the pain and fear I'd felt that night as I continued, "Not when I knew that I could survive it."

Jackson was shocked by my statement. "You knew that you had dormant vampire genes?" he asked in disbelief.

I nodded, carefully avoiding his gaze as I realized Xavier hadn't told him that part. "Xavier told me. That's why I was spending so much time with the vampires. I wanted to learn about that side of myself and it's also why I was constantly telling you that I was safe with them."

"You were thinking about becoming a vampire?" Jackson asked. I couldn't tell what he was thinking through his voice, but it was soft and I figured he was angry.