Jason's POV
I moaned and moved over on the bed, reaching out to draw the cover towards me as I anticipated being welcomed by a warm body. Instead, I was confronted by a chilly, empty sheet. I got up groggily and wiped my eyes. What did she do there? She was close by because, when I inhaled deeply, her perfume was strong. As our smells mingled, my wolf purred, declaring that this was our lair and our home.
The movie had already ended, and the TV screen was blank. My body shook as I got out of bed due to the temperature differences between the warm bed and the frigid surroundings. I scanned the space for my companion while my eyes were already used to the darkness. I sighed as I surveyed her curled-up shape in the same bedside table corner where I had previously discovered her. My whole chest hurt, radiating pain from my heart. I felt terrible seeing her deny herself such basic comforts as food and a bed. Everything she has ever needed or wanted is hers to have, but now that she has it, she punishes herself for not utilizing it.
I shuffled up to her while making as little noise as possible, stooped down, and carefully lifted her before cradling her in my arms. Her head was in the bend of my neck, tickling my chest with her chilly, damp hair. She had only just gotten out of bed. Her hair would have been dried if not. I got up and took her to the bed, where I tucked her under the still-warm blankets. She was resting soundly with her head on my pillow, and I could feel my heart pounding.
As I snuggled beside her, I did not significantly disturb the bedding. This time, I wrapped her into my arms and held her tight to ensure she rested well on a bed. Unaware, she moved closer, squeezing her face into my neck where it belonged. My skin tingled as warm air caressed it, making me sigh with pleasure.
I had desired this. Since learning who my mates were, I have loved and wanted this. I encircled her more tightly and drew her as near as I could. My skin began to tingle, and it felt better than I could have ever imagined. I leaned my head on top of hers and breathed in her delicious aroma. This time, I let a little moan develop in my chest and erupt from my mouth. I became disoriented as a result of the sparks and her perfume.
I remained up all night, keeping an eye on her because I wanted to enjoy this as long as I could. I admired her as I ran my fingers through her silken hair. Her complexion was glowing, and her features were highlighted by the moonlight that filtered through my drapes. Long lashes framed her eyes, and her tilted nose was hidden under them. She had adorable freckles on her cheeks, which made her seem younger, particularly when paired with a relaxed expression. My gaze then landed on her stunning, pale pink lips. For as long as I can remember, they were the lips I had dreamt of kissing. To taste her with my tongue and caress her lovely lips would make her feel the utmost pleasure.
Her nose slightly wrinkled and wiggled as my fingers moved from her hair to her face, tracing her features. I chose to trace her bare arm without waking her awake so that I could continue to enjoy caressing her flesh. As my fingertips skimmed over her arms' soft skin, sometimes gliding across raised scars, I felt almost remorseful. I believed I was abusing her since I didn't have her consent to do this. Because she was sleepy and unconscious of her surroundings, she was unaware that I was doing this.
My guilt began to fester inside of me and would not go away. I had to quit at some point. I won't do something unless I have been granted permission to. I can be content for now, knowing that she is secure and warm in my arms and won't have to spend the night on the chilly hardwood floor.
Megan's POV
Instead of the abrupt jolt I was used to, I woke up gradually. My body felt drowsy and bewildered after falling asleep. I felt heavy as I struggled to sit up. My stomach was being pressed upon by an odd pressure. I was astonished to find myself lying on a bed with a soft blanket covering my body and concealing my view of my body when I looked down to check what was holding me down. When I pulled back the cover to see my stomach, I was on the verge of screaming. As the arm held me close to the strange body, I suddenly felt a warm body sleeping behind me. I jumped as I slowly peered over my shoulder and saw Alpha practically in my face. His mouth was slack, his lips were slightly apart, and his black hair was ruffled from sleep. My waist was securely encircled by one arm, while the other was hidden behind the covers.
I was so overcome that I struggled to get free without disturbing him awake. Surprised by the Sparks and the fact that my hands were so small that my fingers could hardly hold it, I took a gentle grip on his wrist and started to withdraw it away from my body. Because my body was still weak and sleep-deprived, I could hardly raise his arm because it was so heavy with muscles. When I heard him grunt behind me, I stopped what I was doing right away. I hoped that I didn't wake him awake while holding my breath. As soon as I heard him speaking behind me, my expectations were dashed.
Happy morning. His voice was quieter than normal, which gave me a peculiar gut sensation. The next thing that came out of his lips was an apology, so he must have recognized that I was attempting to get away from his clutches. "I apologize. I ought to have asked your permission before doing it. He remarked as he pulled back his arm.
Once his arm was gone, I sat up without thinking twice. While still lying on the bed, I was observing him as he stretched. He massaged his eyes and yawned, which made me think of a little kid. When he was finished, he opened them and gave me a quick look. He offered me a faint grin while his green eyes were still heavy, hooded, and sleep-clouded.
"How did you get a good night's sleep?" His voice was still softer than normal as he inquired. In all honesty, I think I've never slept better than I did last night. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night unable to go back to sleep, and I didn't have nightmares, but I was too ashamed to admit it. There was no way I was telling him what I knew.
My response was a succinct, clipped "Okay." He smiled more, and his eyes glowed despite my reaction.
"I'm happy," His tone was genuine and not in the least bit nasty or mocking. He took a deep breath before rising from the bed, the early sun illuminating his bare chest. Before he realized I was looking at him, I turned my head aside. If necessary, you may go to the bathroom beforehand. Alpha presented.
I say, "No, thank you." I gave a headshake.
Alright, uh, um. He first stumbled before gathering himself. "We can have breakfast together after I, uh, take a shower." He started scrounging through his drawers and snatching clothing as he turned his back.
"Alright." Even though I was going to make breakfast for him anyway, I suppose that meant I would be doing it for him. I stood up and started making my way downstairs in the hopes of preparing him a delicious breakfast as the bathroom door closed.