Page 10 of Healing His Darkness
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ROOSTER
The first thing I notice is feeling like I got hit by a Mack truck, the next thing I notice is the very warm body curled up against me. My brain starts to catch up, memories of a pack of coyotes, me protecting someone important, shit. George, I defended George against that bastard Rodney, Rodney the coyote shifter apparently.
Rodney who thinks he’s George’s mate, my animal growls low, yeah not her mate at all, I know. Asshole couldn’t even fight me one on one; he needed his whole fucking pack to bring me down. Next time it wouldn’t go down like that, next time his ass was grass and I’m the fucking lawn mower. George wasn’t his, and I’d be damned if he tried to claim her while I was around.
Mate. Mine. Ours.
Ignoring my animal, I open my eyes to get a look at my environment. I have to blink a few times to make sure I’m not dreaming. Pink and purple see-through fabric drapes on all four sides of the canopy bed. Looking around the room I notice unicorns everywhere, it’s like a rainbow throw up. Then I look at the warm body curled against mine and my heart almost stops.
George and all her luscious curves are curled against me. I take advantage of her being asleep to get a really good look at her. She’s wearing one of those spaghetti strap tops, no bra, fuck me, and little booty shorts all tucked. Thick lashes frame her cheeks, plump pink lips that are begging to be kissed, and a tiny button nose that reminds me of a nymph.
Maybe she is one in disguise, a wood nymph come to earth to tempt me, and tempt me she does. With her laugh, her scent, her ass that I want to take a bite out of, and breasts that would have a saint sinning, she’s like my best wet dream in the flesh. Her scent makes my animal want to mark her, making her ours, but I can’t let him. We had our chance at a mate, she left, end of story. My animal whines, prowling back and forth, his frustration with me apparent.
Her eyes start to flutter open, and there’s a part of me that can’t wait for her to open her eyes. I want to see her beautiful emerald eyes focused solely on me. When she sees me staring at her she gives me a sheepish smile, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’m entranced by her, she’s like a work of art I can’t take my eyes off of. Damn, I’m so fucked.
“You’re awake.” I nod, because if I say anything right now, I’m going to put my foot in my mouth.
“Let me check your wounds.”
Jumping up she pulls the blanket back and starts pulling back bandages that wrap all over different parts of my body. Guess those fucking coyotes really did a number on me. That’s when I notice I am butt naked under the blanket, the blanket that she keeps moving down my body. She’s two seconds from seeing the boner I got from watching her sleep. Grabbing the blanket out of her hands, I tuck it around my body.
“Woah, okay I didn’t take you for a modest man, but I can take the hint.” She smirks as she shifts her eyes down to my very clear boner sticking up from the tight blanket. Her nipples are pebbled against her tiny little shirt, begging for me to take them in my mouth.
“How did I get here?” I’m choosing to ignore my obvious boner that is practically begging for George to touch it as it flexes trying to get closer to her. First my damn animal, now my fucking cock are going rogue on me.
“You don’t remember what happened?” Shaking my head, I sit up against the girlie as fuck headboard. The motion brings on a hellva headache, and I clutch my head.
“Don’t try to move too fast. Dad said you’re going to need a few days to recover from the concussion he’s pretty sure you have.” George looks down at her feet, shame pouring off her.
“I’m sorry he did that to you. Rodney’s, well he’s Rodney. I know that doesn’t sound like much of an excuse but believe me it is. Do you remember anything from last night?” Well, that answered my next question of how long I’d been out.
“I remember giving you a ride home from work. There was a whole pack of coyotes in your front yard. Did I see Rodney’s naked ass?” I’m hoping she tells me that was just a figment of my imagination.
“Yep, in all his naked glory. Not that there’s much to look at, but he shifted back while you were still in your leopard form. Tried to convince me I’m his mate.” A growl erupted from me, causing George to back up a little, smiling.
“When he forced me to kiss him your leopard attacked him.” My cat growls again and I can see the slight smile playing on George’s kissable lips.
“That’s kind of when all hell broke loose. I tried to get to the house, to get to my dad’s guns, but they cut me off. So, I ran to your truck and ran them off. They scattered like roaches when you turn the lights on. But I was too late.” She sniffles and I can see the tears tracking down her cheeks.
“You weren’t too late, I’m still here. Hey, there were a lot more of them than there was of us. Don’t blame yourself.” I reach for her hand, giving it a good squeeze, partly because I wanted to touch her, and partly because I wanted to console her. Just touching her was like a soothing balm to my animal, calming him almost instantly. My cat smirks at me knowingly. Fuck off asshole.
“Yeah, but it’s because of me that you’re in the shape you’re in. Rodney is territorial, even though we’ve been over for months, he still thinks he has some kind of claim on me.” Fuck Rodney and his “claim”, my cat plans on slicing him into little pieces and then pissing over the pieces. At the moment, I’m all-in favor of doing just that.
“Why does he think he has a claim to you?” There’s a part of me that doesn’t give a fuck why he thinks he has a claim on my...on George. God she’s beautiful standing there, her plump breasts held snug inside that tiny little shirt, her ass filling out those booty shorts like they were painted on her soft creamy skin, fuck me I’m in trouble.
“The short version, we dated, he cheated, I dumped him, and now he claims I’m his mate. I think he just doesn’t like that I dumped him not the other way around. It’s like his ego can’t handle it.” Just imagining he used to have his hands on her makes my blood boil. She’s not his, she’s...she deserves to be left alone by that cheating asshole.
Mine. Mate.
“So just a psycho ex-boyfriend who thinks you belong to him? And I take it by how you acted last night you definitely do not want him?” I hate asking the question, but if she’s playing games with him for attention that’s a different story. Summer used to pull that shit with me when we were dating, she’d break up with me, then call and tell me about the new guy she was with. I’d get jealous and beat the shit out of the guy and she’d practically jump my bones in response. Maybe George was playing games with this Rodney guy, pulling his strings.
“In my dream world he would fall in a pile of cacti, get scratches and spines all over his balls and dick, then have to have the wounds cleaned up with alcohol.” I can’t help but cringe thinking of how painful that would be. Okay clearly, he is not her favorite person.
“I want him about as much as I want a UTI and Taco Bell diarrhea at the same time.” I cringe on the inside just thinking about what she’s saying.
“Damn girl tell me how you really feel why don’t you. Do you talk dirty like this with all the guys you bring back to your place or am I special?” A pretty blush spreads across her cheeks as she puts her face in her hands.
