Chapter 6 First Aid

I take longer to eat than I usually would. While I eat, Chase leaves and upon my last bite, he’s back, holding a blue tube in his hand.

“You sure took your time” he smiles, “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you” he smiled.

I only nodded, biting my lip.

“No – don’t start the silent treatment” he frowned, walking towards me.

“I wasn’t giving you the silent treatment” I mumbled, thought I kind of wished that I had a reason to. Well, I kind of did but didn’t want to be punished again, the sensations it had left would make me want to continue betraying my mate.

He nodded, “But you not really want a conversation with me do you?”

“Why would I?” I frowned, kind of wanting to know why I was so eager to talk to this boy all the time.

“Fair point” he said, seeming as if he wanted to say something else. Instead, he changed the subject, “I got your underwear cleaned by the way. You can put it on and then I put some cream on the bruises. Would be better” he said, nudging to above the cupboard. I hadn’t noticed but there the garments were.

“Thanks” I said, heading over. I took hold of them, heading straight to the bathroom. Quickly getting dressed, I headed back into the room.

Chase nudges to the bed and I comply thought I’m hesitant to walk towards the bed. Placing the shirt next to me, I peer up at him, feeling my cheeks redden.

He lightly takes my hand in his, biting his lip.

Good, this is awkward for him too.

“Did I do this to you?” he asked, looking at my wrist. I slowly nodded, his face falling into complete disappointment.

“Sorry” he said, “I… I didn’t realise how easily humans bruise” he said. I cringed, still not enjoying that word.

“What now?” he asked, opening the tub and getting out a finger fill of cream. He rubbed the cream lightly on the bruise.  

“Nothing”

“Come on” he said, getting more cream. His fingers worked like magic, hitting each bruise without it being too painful.

“Nothing” I said, not really wanting to discuss it.

His fingers became rougher, me biting my lip to stop from taking my arm away.

“Can I ask you something” he asked, moving upper my arm.

I nodded, knowing if I didn’t he was actually going to start hurting me, “Why did you give me the silent treatment? I have an idea but I just, I want to know if I’m right”

“Do you really have to tell you?”

He nodded, moving his hand to my shoulder.

“Don’t call me human” I mumbled, not daring to look at him.

“Why not?” he frowned, moving to my other shoulder.

“Would you like it if I called you a murderer?” I said, glaring at him.

“No, but that statement isn’t true” he says, pushing his fingers into my back.

“Mine neither” I snapped, folding my arms. We were silent for a moment, me feeling his fingers moving like magic across my skin. Tingling sensations burst from every push and glide. It felt amazing.

“I’m sorry” he finally says when he had finished my other arm as well.

“Sorry too” I mumbled, the actualisation of what he had said hitting me, “Can I ask you something?”

“Just because my pack is called Hellwood doesn’t mean we ALL kill” he says, answering me without me having to ever ask.

“But your pack does kill?” I ask, wanting to feel a bit less guilty.

“And you guys’ don’t?” he asks, resting his hand over mine. That makes me quiet once again. He got me there. Just because your pack is called Moonlight and sounded all innocent, didn’t mean we were.

“I’m sorry” say, biting my lip.

He shrugs before getting another scoop of cream, “Lie on your back” he instructs.

“Why?”

“Your stomach” he says simply. I slowly nod and with an even slower motion, go and lie down. Chase throws his one leg over my body and rests himself on my hips. The close contact makes a warm feeling erupt from where his body is situated. As his hands slowly moves onto my skin, the warmth increases, expanding to my entire body. I can feel my cheeks reddening and just want to get a clear head once again. If he picks up on my mortification he doesn’t say anything thought his hands begin to dip deeper and the movements become a lot more sensorial. His doing this on purpose, he has to be.

My eyes are trained on the ceiling but I force them to move to his face. His starring right at me, his eyes darkened. He looks up and our eyes lock. His hands are still moving but their on their own now. They start to move higher, his thumb digging into the break that divide my ribs.

“Chase” I whisper, my brain going foggy.

“Yeah”

“What are you doing?” I ask, too scared to know the answer.

He opens his mouth to say something but instead, his hands do all the talking. His thumbs finally move past the break and insert themselves by my cleavage, moving over the soft fabric of my bra. His hands skim my clad tensed breasts and I have to do everything in my power to not kiss him.

This is wrong. I shouldn’t have feelings for a guy that isn’t my mate. Much less a guy who flipping kidnapped me!? Why do I keep forgetting that factor? I can feel his hands spreading more over my breasts, the tips lightly skimming the skin above my cups. His eyes are locked onto mine thought, as if he doesn’t even realise what his hands are doing. Slowly, I feel his body starting to rock back and forth, a burning aching feeling gathering within me. The sensations and heat becomes too much and I blink, breaking the contact.

Chase’s hands leave my breasts almost instantly and he swings his legs off of me. Without saying anything he trudges to the bathroom, leaving me flustered and overwhelmingly confused.

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When I leave the shower it felt as if hours had passed. Well, at least it had calmed me down. I take hold of the towel that’s on the door peg and immediately her scent connects to my nose.

Dammit Evans, get your head out of your ass!

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was flushed. I was actually red in the face!? What the heck!? I quickly dried, trying to hold my breath through the whole process before pulling the shirt back over my head and my pants over the part that needs to learn how to behave.

I leave the bathroom, seeing the girl sitting on the bed, dressed once again in the shirt that hardly hides anything.

I need to get her some proper clothes. Some proper clothes and more underwear.

“Are you okay?” she asked as I enter.

I look at her, my mouth lifting in the corners, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

Because I want to have you when you actually have a mate

She bites her lip, not knowing really what to so. She’s so fragile, so human.

Human. Who knew that what had gotten her so pissed off was to merely call her a non-shifter. Which reminds me…

“How’d you escape so easily?” I asked her.

“They didn’t call me squirrel for nothing” she shrugs, a hint of a saddened smile on her lips.

“What else do they call you?” I ask, hoping to finally know her name.

“Shorty” the smile becoming clearly.

“What’s your name?”

She turns towards me, looking kind of upset but she answers all the same.

“Lily”

“It’s a nice name” I smile at her, wishing that I could be close to her like I was before. She’s about to say something when a sudden knock erupts through the lingering silence.