It Begins With a Rogue's Bite (14 page)

His words moved her to no end. She didn’t know if it was her raging werewolf hormones or fate, like he said, but she did feel drawn to them like a moth to a glowing fire. But a moth got disoriented by the moving light, and when it began to spiral toward the flame, it soon got drawn into it and died. Would that be her fate? She barely survived her scarring experience with Gary. She wasn’t strong enough to go through something like that again.

She put her hand before her lips, tapping them, then pointed to the pill bottle Shane had placed on the bedside table. “What about these?”

“Dr. Jonas said the pills don’t always work and you may awaken with the urge to transform anyway,” Shane replied sitting on the bed beside her. Bringing his palm to her cheek, he caressed it while he stared deep into her eyes. “Don’t be afraid, Cheryl. I was afraid, too. Just like you, I had been hurt in the past and swore never to open up my heart again. But now I see I was wrong.”

He leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips. Heat and electricity shot from his mouth straight into hers traveling down to her breasts, abdomen, and pelvis, bringing with it arousal. Her panties dampened, and her cunt trembled with want.

She wrapped her arms around him, reciprocating his kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth to dance and tease his. She moaned in pleasure while he brought his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his strong, muscular chest.

Yes, yes, this felt right, and even though a small part of her screamed to stop it, to get away from the flame burning before her, she couldn’t. Impossible. The feelings building inside her, both sexual and emotional, were too powerful to pull away from.

When this night was over and the full moon gone, she might get trapped in the flame, burning in the depths of hell, but it would all be worth it. Just so she could feel alive and desirable again in the arms of two bewitching werewolves.

Chapter Eighteen

What the heck was he doing? He was supposed to let her make up her own mind. By kissing her? Embracing her? That certainly didn’t influence her. No. But he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted her more than he ever wanted anything in this life. When she hinted she’d prefer to end things than go on living as a werewolf, his heart broke.

The thought of losing her after only just finding her was too much for him to bear. He finally admitted to himself, and to Thomas and Cheryl, what he had been fighting against all this time. Yes, it was time to tear down the shield he’d covered his heart with and start living and loving again.

And once he did that, all he wanted to do was kiss her luscious, pouty red lips and hold her in his arms. Her scent intoxicated him more than he could ever have imagined when he was just an inch away from her mouth. His acute sense of hearing told him her powerful heart beat in excitement and hunger.

Knowing the doctor monitored Cheryl’s heart remotely, he wondered what she’d be thinking right now. Did she assume they had begun to have sex?

It bothered him that they were seen as guinea pigs, especially Cheryl. She was the victim in all this and had been through so much. She didn’t deserve to be spied on. She needed to be told the truth right from the start.

He guessed the real reason they kept her in the dark was that they monitored her behavior and took notes. After all, if she knew they observed her constantly, she’d be hesitant and not act naturally.

Then all their results wouldn’t be accurate or correct and they wouldn’t be able to treat her condition effectively. Still, keeping the truth from her was wrong any way he saw it.

He cast the negative thoughts out of his mind when her heated breath caressed his face and neck, making goose bumps form on his skin. He moved forward until they made contact. Her lips scorched his, and his desire to make love to her consumed him. He wondered if her nipples and pussy would be burning infernos, too. Probably yes.
Mercy.

When she wrapped her arms around his neck, slipped her tongue past his lips and probed and caressed his mouth, he almost lost it. Damn, he wanted to rip her hospital gown off and massage, pinch, lick, and suckle her delectable breasts. They had swelled in the time she slept. The glimpse he got of them when he and Thomas came in earlier had him drooling. Now his cock rose with the memory.
Mmm
.

Things were getting out of hand. He had to stop now and let Cheryl think things through without her raging hormones influencing her behavior and her mind. Taking a deep breath, he gently pushed her away.

At first, she refused, holding her arms tightly around his neck and her lips seemed like suction cups on his mouth, refusing to let go. A second later, she moved back, panting and flushed.

He apologized as he stood up. “I’m sorry, Cheryl. I shouldn’t have done that.” She didn’t speak, only touched her lips and stared at him with big, curious eyes. He moved farther away, hoping it helped tame her hunger.

When she lay back on the bed and glared at the ceiling’s fluorescent lights, she sighed. “I’m scared and don’t know what to think or do anymore. Why did this happen to me?”

Thomas said, taking her hand, “We’re sorry we couldn’t save you before the Rogue werewolf bit you, Cheryl. Believe me, we tried to find you as fast as we could, but unfortunately our vision didn’t tell us exactly where you were.”

“We can’t change the past, but we are here for you now. In whatever decision you make. We’ll help you get through tonight.” He stared deep into her eyes. “And we want to be by your side from here on out if you’ll let us.”

Shane reiterated his brother’s words. “Yes, Cheryl, we’ll always be here for you. Draw on our strength and lean on us for whatever you want and for however long.”

She turned her head and observed him. Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to see through him straight to his soul. It warmed him.

“So the doctor didn’t recommend using a sedative as my treatment?” she asked Shane.

“No, but it doesn’t mean it won’t work.” He glanced at Thomas to add, “We believe it’s bureaucratic bullshit more than anything else. They are taking the easy and sure way.”

He came closer to her. “There’s nothing Thomas or I want more than to make love to you right now, over and over again, but it isn’t our decision. It’s up to you what you want to do, Cheryl.”

She smiled and said, “I must be crazy for saying this, but seeing your kindness and unselfishness is helping me decide.”

She remained silent for a minute, and Shane’s palms perspired. His heartbeat drummed in his ears as he anxiously waited for her to make up her mind.

She sat back up in bed. “I don’t want to use medication. I’ll have to take it for the rest of my life. I’ve seen firsthand what drugs can do to someone. No, I don’t want to become dependent on them.” She glanced first at Thomas and then at Shane. “So I’ll take the second option. I’ll have sex with you both.” Her voice cracked when she said “sex.”

Shane wanted to jump for joy and pick her up into his arms to kiss her, but refrained. They needed to take things slowly, let her decide what to do and when.

But first he and Thomas needed to do something. The walls had ears and eyes. It was time to blind and deafen The Haven spies.

* * * *

She thought she had made the right choice. But instead of the twins coming to her with hugs and kisses, Shane turned to his brother, whispering in his ear. Thomas smiled and nodded while getting up to head for the door.

Such peculiar behavior
. She began to wonder if she had made a mistake, especially when Shane took the sheet off her bed and covered the mirror on the wall. Had he gone mad?

She frowned. “What the hell are you doing?”

He didn’t speak and just put his index finger to his lips, whispering, “Shh.”

Thomas exited and silence blanketed the room while Cheryl tried to make sense of their crazy behavior.

Shane smiled without saying a word and sat on the edge of her bed. He lifted his finger to gesture “one minute” and caressed her hand, bringing it to his mouth while he stared at her with intense eyes. His warm, soft lips made her giddy. The way he stared first at her eyes, then traveled down to her lips, heading lower, seeming to take in every inch of her figure, got her excited. Maybe she hadn’t made the wrong decision after all.

Thomas came back in a minute later with what looked like a radio. He placed it on the table next to the door and wrote something on a piece of paper resting on the table. Picking up medical tape, he stuck the note on the outside of the door and then locked it.

He motioned to Shane, and when Shane walked over to him, he stated, “If they are dead set on coming in here, the lock won’t stop them. They’ll use their key to get in.” He gestured with his hand, “Help me with this.”

They pushed a very heavy looking bureau that rested in the corner of the room up right against the door.

After that, he taped another paper over the viewing window on the inside of the door.

Thomas turned to face her, grinning. “Now they won’t see or hear what we’re doing.”

She shook her head. “What are you talking about?”

Shane pointed to the covered mirror. “You see that. That isn’t just a mirror. On the other side of that mirror is a viewing window and a room. They asked us to stay there to check on you. And I think when we aren’t in the room, they go in to secretly check on you.”

Thomas touched the device on the table. “And this was a monitor. So whatever sounds are made in here will be picked up in the room. But now they won’t be able to know anything.”

“I can’t believe it. Why do they do it?”

Shane shrugged. “Don’t know, probably because it’s the easiest way to monitor the patient with the least amount of effort. I don’t think anyone ever contested it before us and that’s why they never changed their protocol.”

He took her hand. “But Thomas is wrong that they won’t know exactly what’s happening and when and for how long.” He pointed to the wrist monitor. “We need to remove this so they can’t monitor your heart.”

She brought her hand to her chest. “No, they need to monitor it.”

“They’ve been monitoring you heart now since you woke up. If there was something wrong, they would have come up here by now. And once we start getting intimate, your heart rate will skyrocket and they’ll know what we are doing and the duration. Do you want them to know that?” Shane asked with a sly smirk and lifted brow.

“No. I don’t want them knowing anything.” Her cheeks heated with the images his words conjured in her mind.

“So let’s take it off.” He took her hand and removed the wrist monitor.

“They’ll come up now thinking something is wrong,” she countered.

Thomas pointed to the door. “I taped a note letting them know you are fine and wish for some privacy. Hopefully, they won’t be bothering to knock, since your life isn’t in danger.”

She looked at them while they stared at her. God, the silence and their calm expressions drove her closer to madness. What was she thinking? She couldn’t do this. Okay, her body told her otherwise as her breasts rubbing against the hospital gown sent shivers of ecstasy throughout her whole body, making her clit and cunt quiver. Her mind screamed with fear. Fear of the intimacy and of depending on them. They were werewolves, after all. Born and raised. They lived a completely different life from hers. Would sex with werewolves be painful? Did it involve bites?

Questions and apprehension bombarded her while the silence continued to envelop the air. Then Thomas moved a step back, turning to head to the other side of the room to the closet.

Shane walked up to her and smiled while he put his hands on her good shoulder. “Relax, Cheryl. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

The heat from his contact made her back stiffen, and her breath caught in her throat.
Easy for him to say
. His body hadn’t just gone through a metamorphosis. She felt like a caterpillar that had transformed into a butterfly, or was it a moth? She couldn’t tell if the changes made her more attractive or repulsive to the opposite sex.