Part 7
I watched while Adam stripped out of his clothes and left them in a neat pile on the coffee table in front of me. Evidence of Logan’s betrayal covered his back. When he turned around, I saw the blurry imprint of his boot etched into Adam’s chest and torso. Cuts and bruises so deep, I wondered what Logan’s motivation had actually been. What I saw wasn’t a lust for money, it was hate.
None of the injuries I saw now could have left him in the pool of blood I’d seen when they’d taken me.
“Can you do this?” I asked him.
He rubbed the side of his head. “I wondered how much you saw.”
“Just you on the floor,” I told him. “All the blood.”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “It looked worse than it was. Didn’t even need stitches.”
Paul cracked the front door and stuck his head inside. “They’re ready, Adam. Now’s as good a time as any.”
“We’re coming, Dad.” Paul nodded and closed the door. Adam removed my slippers and slid the robe off my body. “Take it slow,” he advised. “This one is going to hurt like hell.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing the wolf to surface. For the first time in my life I felt my bones begin to shift. I felt my skin stretch. Sweat mixed with tears rolled down my cheeks as what felt like knives stabbed their way through me. The couch under me hurt; the air above me. There was no escape from the agony.
Halfway through the pain was so intense I didn’t think I had enough energy left to complete the change. Adam’s gentle voice urged me through. Finally, when I opened my eyes, the pain had eased. My sight was blurry. My hearing dull, but I did it.
Adam let the shift flow through him, turning him from a man to a big, beautiful brown wolf. He sat back, waiting for me. Shaking at first, I took a few steps toward the him. Adam let out a short howl. The door swung open.
Paul walked inside and knelt down beside us, burying his hand in our fur. “Don’t go far you two. The pack can only be in so many places.”
Adam snorted, nudged me and took off. Aching to run what was left of the pain off, I darted out the door after him. Despite the initial shock of cold air, I caught up to him quickly. He guided me down a well-travelled path behind the house and into the woods. After running for a half an hour, we burst through the brush and into a glade.
I moved past Adam, a feeling of having been here before washed over me. The rush of water filled my ears. It was from the same creek I’d stumbled upon just days before.
“I hoped you’d remember this place,” Adam said, kneeling down beside me. I hadn’t even realized he’d shifted until I felt his hand run through my fur. “I brought you here that night. The night your dad agreed to the marriage.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself back into human form. Though it wasn’t as painful, it still hurt, and it took more time than it should. Thankfully though, the broken bones had healed. I fell back against him, still reeling from the unusual experience. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
For a while we just sat there. Not talking. Not moving. Just being. Taking in the moment. The longer I stayed there, the more familiar it felt. I remembered the lush, green grass. I remembered there being a new moon out that night. Just like tonight. Unlike now, then the glade was full of wildflowers and berry bushes.
Then I remembered him. Memories flashed through my head like images on a projector. I saw my parents, happy and alive. I saw his dad, proud his son had been chosen to be his best friend’s son-in-law. Then I saw the look of disgust on my uncle’s face.
I let more memories in. There was a party. An engagement party. Adam had brought me here to get away from the noise he’d said, but he had an ulterior motive. I spun around in his arms to look at him. More than memories were flooding back now.
“What happened to it?” I asked.
He leaned back, supporting his weight with his hands and smiled. “It’s safe. Your aunt was kind enough to return it to me after Ben had me kicked out of the hospital. Whenever you want it back, it’s yours.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “If you want it back.”
Instead of answering, I kissed him. Not only had this man given me a new life, he’d given me a piece of my past back. It was a small piece, but it was enough to know I was right where I needed to be. The arrangement wasn’t just an arrangement based on bloodlines. It was one based on love. How long those feelings had been there, I couldn’t say, but what I felt for him now was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Without breaking our kiss, I straddled his body. He dug his fingers into my hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust in to me. I threw my head back as I rocked my hips against him. His teeth raked at my neck and down to my chest. He grabbed my shoulders and held my body still. I moaned as his thrusts grew harder, more determined.
I dug my fingers in his back, ready for release. His grip tightened. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body. He moaned when he felt me cum. He slowed his pace, delaying his end, torturing me. I couldn’t stand waiting anymore and wiggled my hips. I heard his throaty laugh, felt three hard, slow thrust and then he was done.
He squeezed me tight. “I guess I should have brought you here that first night.”
“You never should have had to,” I told him.
He shrugged. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I hope so,” I said, smiling at him. “You can’t just give a gal her memories back and not expect her to stick around.”
“I take it you want it back now?”
“I do.”
None of the injuries I saw now could have left him in the pool of blood I’d seen when they’d taken me.
“Can you do this?” I asked him.
He rubbed the side of his head. “I wondered how much you saw.”
“Just you on the floor,” I told him. “All the blood.”
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “It looked worse than it was. Didn’t even need stitches.”
Paul cracked the front door and stuck his head inside. “They’re ready, Adam. Now’s as good a time as any.”
“We’re coming, Dad.” Paul nodded and closed the door. Adam removed my slippers and slid the robe off my body. “Take it slow,” he advised. “This one is going to hurt like hell.”
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, willing the wolf to surface. For the first time in my life I felt my bones begin to shift. I felt my skin stretch. Sweat mixed with tears rolled down my cheeks as what felt like knives stabbed their way through me. The couch under me hurt; the air above me. There was no escape from the agony.
Halfway through the pain was so intense I didn’t think I had enough energy left to complete the change. Adam’s gentle voice urged me through. Finally, when I opened my eyes, the pain had eased. My sight was blurry. My hearing dull, but I did it.
Adam let the shift flow through him, turning him from a man to a big, beautiful brown wolf. He sat back, waiting for me. Shaking at first, I took a few steps toward the him. Adam let out a short howl. The door swung open.
Paul walked inside and knelt down beside us, burying his hand in our fur. “Don’t go far you two. The pack can only be in so many places.”
Adam snorted, nudged me and took off. Aching to run what was left of the pain off, I darted out the door after him. Despite the initial shock of cold air, I caught up to him quickly. He guided me down a well-travelled path behind the house and into the woods. After running for a half an hour, we burst through the brush and into a glade.
I moved past Adam, a feeling of having been here before washed over me. The rush of water filled my ears. It was from the same creek I’d stumbled upon just days before.
“I hoped you’d remember this place,” Adam said, kneeling down beside me. I hadn’t even realized he’d shifted until I felt his hand run through my fur. “I brought you here that night. The night your dad agreed to the marriage.”
I closed my eyes, willing myself back into human form. Though it wasn’t as painful, it still hurt, and it took more time than it should. Thankfully though, the broken bones had healed. I fell back against him, still reeling from the unusual experience. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close.
For a while we just sat there. Not talking. Not moving. Just being. Taking in the moment. The longer I stayed there, the more familiar it felt. I remembered the lush, green grass. I remembered there being a new moon out that night. Just like tonight. Unlike now, then the glade was full of wildflowers and berry bushes.
Then I remembered him. Memories flashed through my head like images on a projector. I saw my parents, happy and alive. I saw his dad, proud his son had been chosen to be his best friend’s son-in-law. Then I saw the look of disgust on my uncle’s face.
I let more memories in. There was a party. An engagement party. Adam had brought me here to get away from the noise he’d said, but he had an ulterior motive. I spun around in his arms to look at him. More than memories were flooding back now.
“What happened to it?” I asked.
He leaned back, supporting his weight with his hands and smiled. “It’s safe. Your aunt was kind enough to return it to me after Ben had me kicked out of the hospital. Whenever you want it back, it’s yours.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “If you want it back.”
Instead of answering, I kissed him. Not only had this man given me a new life, he’d given me a piece of my past back. It was a small piece, but it was enough to know I was right where I needed to be. The arrangement wasn’t just an arrangement based on bloodlines. It was one based on love. How long those feelings had been there, I couldn’t say, but what I felt for him now was like nothing I’d ever felt before.
Without breaking our kiss, I straddled his body. He dug his fingers into my hair as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He thrust in to me. I threw my head back as I rocked my hips against him. His teeth raked at my neck and down to my chest. He grabbed my shoulders and held my body still. I moaned as his thrusts grew harder, more determined.
I dug my fingers in his back, ready for release. His grip tightened. Waves of pleasure rolled through my body. He moaned when he felt me cum. He slowed his pace, delaying his end, torturing me. I couldn’t stand waiting anymore and wiggled my hips. I heard his throaty laugh, felt three hard, slow thrust and then he was done.
He squeezed me tight. “I guess I should have brought you here that first night.”
“You never should have had to,” I told him.
He shrugged. “You’re here now. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I hope so,” I said, smiling at him. “You can’t just give a gal her memories back and not expect her to stick around.”
“I take it you want it back now?”
“I do.”
Dawn Kirby lives in West TX with Jamie, her husband of 17 years and their three wonderful children Tristan, Aishlynn and Shelby. She's the author of SECRETS, DECEIT and TRIBULATIONS. All three part of the paranormal romance Serenity Series published by Twisted Core Press. Her work is also featured in several 7DS Books anthologies such as SEVEN DEADLY SINS, A MAN’S PROMISE, LINGER, among several others. Another short, DATE NIGHT was published in 13 Tales of the Paranormal by Firefly and Wisp. To find out more about Dawn's work please visit www.dawnmkirby.com.
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