The next morning Aylin rolled over to a cold side of the bed. Popping up, the scent was faded; he'd been gone for some time. Feeling disheartened, she leaned against the headboard, bringing the blankets over her knees, she rested her head on her knees gazing out the window. Peering down at herself, she clad only in a long t-shirt with her mates scent on it. 'When did he change me?'
'Around 1am,' Kaia replied.
Rolling her eyes, Aylin was already becoming annoyed at the wolf. 'You have an answer for everything.' Pausing, she sighed faintly smelling Ezekiel. 'I wonder where Zeke is.'
'Mate will be back,' Kaia reassured her. 'We're marked, he won't leave now.'
'You don't know that,' Aylin retorted.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open. Ezekiel stood there, clad only in basketball shorts, dripping with sweat. "Oh, you're up," he said, rather cheerily. "I didn't want to wake you earlier."
"Where did you go?" The desperation in Aylin's voice was evident; she still didn't trust that she wasn't going to be rejected.
Sitting on the bed in front of her, his fingertips lightly grazed her cheek. "What's wrong?"
"N-nothing," she lied.
"Sweetheart, you shouldn't be so hesitant to talk to me. We're mates, after all. You shouldn't be afraid to tell me whats on your mind."
Aylin felt as though he was seeing right through her; there was nothing she could keep secret from him. Her hesitation came from her intense fear of being rejected. When it came down to it, Ezekiel was a king, and there was no reasonable explanation that he couldn't just have any woman that he pleased.
But the way he was looking at her in that moment made her heart flutter, and head spin. Without a thought, she leapt out of her spot, throwing her arms around his neck. For a moment, he was confused, but he reciprocated, holding her tightly to him.
"You'll get sweat all over you," he teased. Feeling small tears on his shoulder, Ezekiel realized that Aylin was scared; he could feel it through the bond. Though he didn't want to ignore it, he also didn't want to bring it up, for fear of making it worse. "Come on, let's take a shower."
"T-together?" she sniffled.
For a moment, he pondered, wondering if that was such a good idea. He remembered what it was like for him just seeing her in a towel. The lust he felt was indescribable. "Hmm, maybe you should go first," he suggested.
"I don't have any of my clothes in here."
"That's okay. While you're washing up, I'll go grab something. When I'm showering, you can pack your bag. After breakfast, we're heading out."
Nodding, Aylin accepted that alternative, though she didn't want to let go of him. When he stood, she just wrapped her legs around him tightly, holding on for dear life. Silently, Ezekiel walked the two of them into the bathroom, flicking on the light, and grabbing a towel in easy reach for her. "You have to get down, honey," Ezekiel coaxed.
Bending down slightly, Aylin finally released the king. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she looked a mess. Bed head, bags under eyes, bones poking out from under her clothes. This was not how she wanted to look if she ever went back to her old pack. Now, she had no choice.
The sound of the water roused Aylin out of her thoughts. "It's ready for you when you are."
Almost immediately, the thought of being away from Ezekiel, even in the shower, gave Aylin anxiety. Maybe it was the mark, or maybe she was truly starting to feel something deep for her mate. In that moment, she couldn't decide. All she did know was that the thought of being away from him, for even a microsecond was too much for her to bear.
Ezekiel started to walk out of the bathroom, when Aylin gently grabbed his hand. "Don't go."
Pausing, mid-step, Ezekiel's muscles tensed at her voice. He knew that their bond was strengthening, and it was going to become harder and harder to resist her. "What is it?" he asked, as if he didn't know what she would say.
"Stay." The single word immediately made him shift uncomfortably.
Before he turned, through the bond, he could feel the shame of that singular word. He'd never felt something so strongly through a single syllable. Was she ashamed of her body? Or was she ashamed of feeling so needy toward him?
Flipping around, he instantly wrapped his arms around her small form, kissing her neck. Burying her face in his shoulder, their love was coursing through their bodies. Placing her back on the floor, he put his hands on her waist, Ezekiel hooked his fingers under Aylin's oversized t-shirt, freeing her chest. Covering herself, Aylin looked away embarrassed.
"Look at me, Aylin."
Slowly turning her gaze to him, an intensity filled the room, causing something to happen in her secret places. It felt like quivering, as though there was some sort of animal force wanting her to do unspeakable things to the specimen in front of her. Peering up into his eyes, they were such a deep shade of green bordering on turning black. Gently grasping her hands, Ezekiel moved them to get a better view of the woman in front of him. Taking the hint, Aylin lowered her hands, peering in the gorgeous green orbs of her man.
Growling slightly, Ezekiel dipped his head down, slowly dragging his lips along the bridge of her shoulder. Aylin's hand went slightly under the fabric basketball shorts, running her fingers along the definition lines of his muscles. Dragging her hands along his perfect skin, he immediately tensed at her touch.
Aylin was in complete awe of how sculpted Ezekiel was. With her hand flat, she ran it over all the crevices of his muscles, earning a low rumble from him. Circling, both of her hands were making patterns over his skin.
"If you keep this up, I can't guarantee we won't do it," Ezekiel rumbled.
Without a word, Aylin stepped into the shower letting the warm water cascade of her tired form. A pair of strong hands fell on her, hotter than the water falling on her delicate skin. Shuddering, small kisses were being peppered all over the tender mark on her neck. Involuntary moans escaped her lips.
"Zeke," she groaned.
Spinning her around to face him, the look on ecstasy across her features was almost too much for him to take. Never before had he seen such a beautiful creature. Running his index finger down her cheek, through the valley of her breasts, she bucked against him. Sparks were flying like wildfire between them.
Humming in her ear, a chaste kiss was left on her earlobe. Aylin instantly grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly. "I think we should be getting clean so we can get on the road. If we keep this up, there will be no leaving this room for the next week," he teased.
Agreeing, they finished up, getting ready for their long drive back to Dark Moon Pack.
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Dangerous Love: The Rogue QueenWerewolf
Aylin Turner has lived a quiet life amongst her pack, Dark Moon. Having lost her parents at a young age, she kept her head down at all times. They were lost in a war against demons. Her life was full of mistreatment by her other pack members, and he...