Hendrix ✓

17 ★ Wrapped around your finger

𝕎𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝔸𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕖

"I'll be wrapped around your finger"

Cedric POV

I've spent years on my motorcycle. The machine has always been a tool to help ease my mind. I don't have to think about anything when I'm riding, it's effortless and my mind is always empty.

That's gone now.

Hendrix sits in front of me, her small body leaning back on my chest. Her head covered in my helmet, her long hair flying through the wind like a banner.

Those tiny hands of hers rest under mine on the handle bars, frail bones under thin skin remind me just how delicate her life really is. I clench my teeth.

It's not hard for me to see over her head as I steer. The sun sets in the distance, reminding me of times in my past. I've seen countless sunsets of pastels and bright hues, but this one is palpably different from the others. It's brighter, more exquisite, and it's all because of the human female who has me imprisoned with one glance.

I weave through the woods, the darkening sky casting pink shadows of bare tree branches across the road. I'm taking the scenic route to my destination, it's a bit longer since I'm expertly trying to draw this night out.

For once, I didn't follow Hendrix in order to find her. Fate did that all on its own. I was just out for a simple grocery run, and now my mate is sitting between my thighs on my bike.

Hendrix has never ridden on a motorcycle before. I knew it the second she saw the thing. She trembled against my skin when I pulled her on. After a couple of minutes, she calmed down. My presence and scent subconsciously lulls her into a sense of peace and security.

Deep down, she knows I'll always keep her safe. That's what mates do.

The two tires beneath pull us out of the thick forest with a rumble, buildings appearing with their lights and their noise. The annoying sound of cars makes me grit my teeth. I'd prefer to stay in solitude, but I'm doing this for my mate. I'd do anything for her.

"Where are we going?" Hendrix asks when we reach a stop light, looking up at me by tilting her head all the way back so her face is upside down. The glowing fluorescent red splays out across her cheeks.

What did I do to deserve such an adorable mate?

"It's a surprise." I answer, and she grins. That little grin is enough to make my heart stutter. That's a first. Another new discovery that comes with my mate's presence.

The light turns green and I rev my bike up again, sliding forward. Usually I would go a bit faster, but I don't take chances when Hendrix is involved. My senses are enough to keep me safe on the road, but I can't risk it. I can never risk her.

I may be a skilled driver, but I can't say the same for the rest of the idiots on the road.

When I park the bike, I'm reluctant to get off and officially end the ride. I sit there for a few moments, the engine still roaring happily. I let metaled enjoy it a moment longer before I rip the keys out of the ignition. I kick out the kickstand and lumber off of the vehicle with a glare.

That glare is soon replaced by a grin I can't help, destroying my annoyance. I stand there and appreciate the sight of my human on my motorcycle.

Hendrix is so short that her legs don't reach the ground on either side of the bike. She appears so little on it. So perfect.

"See, that wasn't so bad, now was it?" She shrugs, trying to come off as indifferent. It's too bad I can see right through it. Hendrix loved it.