The Lycan Metamorphosis

CHAPTER 6 - His Side of the Story

CHAPTER 6 - His Side of the Story

For the love of apple pie, Marcus is a werewolf?

A freaking werewolf.

I stared at him, eyes wide. So that's the meaning of me being his mate huh. Still, I cannot process the whole thing inside my head. Everything just keeps bumping and bumping inside my head right now.

We looked at each other's eyes for who knows how long. I can't even believe that I can be that still for a long time. I looked inside his eyes and just like what I normally do; I searched for the emotions that he is hiding inside them. It's normal for me. it's like every person I see is an open book but... not him.

I can't see the emotions and somehow the thoughts he is hiding behind his poker face. What I see is a complete poker face and a glint of sadness and apology.

I remembered last time I had this eye to eye battle with Marcus, I can see his emotions and feelings so vividly. But now, it seemed so blurry; like a still pond touched by a man's big hands.

One more thing that surprises me is the fact that I feel so safe with him like this around me. it's like no one can ever hurt me. it feels so comfortable.

He was breathing so peacefully and every breath that I feel from my skin, shivers are sent to spine and the want to touch him was becoming more unbearable each passing moment.

I gave up and slowly, raised my hands to touch his face. His face showed a little confused until the tip of my fingers made contact to his face. I caressed his cheeks so lightly as I was afraid that he will be out of sight and my eyes will be opened from a dream.

But he didn't. As my hands feel his soft skin, he closed his eyes and bends his head, giving more access to his cheeks.

He groaned softly and I concluded he liked what I was doing. I raised my other hand and touched his other cheek. He stayed with his eyes closed. I leaned slowly and he froze. I knew he felt that I moved.

When I just had an inch from his face, I made our forehead touch. He opened his eyes and our eyes looked directly at each other. His eyes bore into mine as his hands slowly touched my hips.

I closed my eyes and got pleased by the touch. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me like I was the only girl in the planet. Like, he wanted something more.

He removed his hands from my hips and placed it above my hands on his face. His touch always made me shudder but in a good way.

He slowly removed my hands from his face and when he did, he moved closer to me without letting our foreheads move apart.

It was his time to touch my cheek and as if I imitated what he did, I closed my eyes and groaned. That's why he looked so pleased when I touched his face. It was because the feelings that was produced from our connected skin.

It felt like a warm soft velvet towel was caressing my face. I also felt a little electric shot touch made me crave for it more. suddenly, he removed his hands from my cheek and that made me open my eyes instantly. He was smiling and he moved his head making our foreheads apart. I looked at him questioningly. Why?

He raised his right hand and I thought he was going for my cheek again but I stood corrected, his thumb touched my lips.

He caressed it for the next ten seconds and I opened my lips slightly. He was eyeing my lips with want and I was getting excited but I don't know why.

"Can I...?" he asked all of a sudden. His voice was a little rough.

My forehead creased and at first his sudden question doesn't made sense. But then, it hit me.