His Willow

Chapter 37

Fingertips trailing over my skin was the trigger awakening my body, the pads of fingers delicately lingering upon my cheek like a feather, a gentle path across my pale complexion.

My eyes were still tightly closed, but my mind was waking itself up, feeling these unusual touches spreading across my arms and cheeks, sending some deep-rooted alarm bells off in my mind, sensing possible danger behind my eyelids. 

Deciding to brave whatever lies above me, I opened my eyes entirely.

I came face to face with the man I call mate that invades my dreams every night. The knight in wolfs fur standing tall with golden shimmery eyes, compelling me deeper into sleep but wanting nothing more than to stare into his eyes all day long, my body and mind at war.

Alaric cage, my saviour I fall deeper for every passing day when I never thought possible, how one person could complete you so perfectly, hold you so tenderly and make every worry vanish into thin air as if it was never there in the first place.

The half man half wolf I stare into the eyes of now is everything I could ever dream of in a soulmate, filling and mending my broken heart back to strength, making it beat again after so long.

"Morning angel," Alaric spoke softly, his hand cupping my cheek gently and looking over me intently, his eyes never wavering away from my face for a moment.

"Why do you always call me, angel?" I thought out the blue, always curious about the nickname and why he brands me as such a delicate, beautiful being, a person with no scars or imperfections, only purity and confidence in herself, qualities I wish I possessed.

Alaric seemed to capture my train of thought like it was written across my cheeks in bold letters, evident as if I spoke the words in the small bedroom, using my lost voice.

"Because you are one," Alaric stated matter of factly, causing my cheeks to redden and the heat rising in the room. His blunt response was something I did not expect, let alone respond to something he deems as a fact, set in stone with nobody to change his mind, not even me.

"I'm an angel to you?" I asked curiously, needing clarification as I am most certainly not the embodiment of an angel, far from a creation as pure as one.

"Yes you are, you can't see them yourself, but I can see little wings peeking out your back and a halo above your head, the same as my mother had when she saved me as a child, two perfect angels that I've been blessed with in my lifetime. You can't see them yourself, but I can, and they look beautiful on you, angel." Alaric murmured, holding my cheeks between his palms, our faces inches apart and both of our breathing laboured, looking into each other's eyes almost painfully, the intensity in the room was intoxicating.

With his last shred of control, Alaric closed the distance and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me like the angel he believes I am and caressing my skin like a prized possession.

In this very moment, I did feel like a real angel, because there's no way a regular human could be capable of feeling so much love for one person.

His tongue entered between my lips and swirled inside me like ice cream on a spoon, devouring me in every crevice he could find, marking me in his own unique way.

I couldn't move nor think, my mind had clouded over, and that searing heat had fired up in my chest, passion pulsing through my veins and that suppressed confidence made a surprising appearance, giving me that boost I needed.

Finally gaining control of my forgotten hands, I dragged my finger along the exposed skin of his waist and slowly manoeuvred my hands up his bare chest, covered by his loose black T-shirt.