Blood Moon

15: Dangerous games

•°•°• Previously •°•°•

Having this "door" as I call it open I could feel his love for me and I have never felt as safe as to what I have right now.

He kissed my head and through our mind link he said "This is it this is us. Together forever"

I smiled a slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning I felt a heavy arm draped around my waist and a warm breath fanning my neck. Moving slightly to get comfortable I felt a twinge on pain shoot up from my neck, the left side to be exact.

And that's when everything that happened last night came back to me. Involenentery my hand brushed my mark which was still tender but was healing rather quickly.

You see werewolves or shifters heal rather quickly but when it comes to marks it takes around a day for it to completely heal. And the reason for it being placed on the left hand side is because as cheesy as it sounds it's near the heart therefore bonding the two mates together.

A small smile arose my face thinking of everything that happened I couldn't have asked for it to have gone any better than that.

While I was thinking, I hadn't noticed that Liam was awake softly kissing my mark. I turned to see him. He too had a smile on his face grinning with shear joy of it all, but the most part I felt his love.

Kissing my forehead lightly he whispered, "Morning beautiful", making my heart flutter.

I smiled blushing looking in his eyes gently brushing my hand across his cheek, "Morning there handsome" I giggled.

I stretched and wove my way out of his grasp walking towards the bathroom hearing him groan and chuckle in both amusement and frustration.

I rolled my eyes and closed the door. I looked towards my mirror and I saw a small patch of flood where my mark was, causing me to frown. My favourite PJ's now had a mark on it, I only hoped for it to come out in the wash. Growling softly I took it off and walked into the shower using my vanilla scented body wash to clean the mark tenderly. After washing myself and my hair I smelt like I had dipped myself in vanilla causing me to chuckle Liam was going to love this. He loved the smell of vanilla and he loved it even more when the smell was omitted from me.

Wrapping my a towel around not my body and my hair I realised I hadn't brought any cloths with me. Growling in frustration I stomped off towards my closet relieved to see that Liam was already out the bedroom.

Considering it was now weekend I decided to put on my blue high waist Jean shorts with my white crop top with a pair of black sandles.

Brushing my hair out and not bothering with any make-up I walked down stairs.

Smelling bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen I walked dreamily towards the counter.

Jarred was obviously still asleep so when I sat on one of the bar stools Liam started finishing up with the last of the foods and dished a plate for three placing the third in the microwave for Jarred. Walking towards me with a glass of orange juice and my plate of food kissing me on the cheek and in a French accent he said, "Breakfast is served".