His, Eternally [18+]

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Ethereal

Thaddeus' Point of View:

         My little mate didn't understand how truly alluring she was. From the curls that fell down her back, to the shy smile she gave me ever so often, to the blush that rose to her cheeks when I spoke to her. She was beautiful, a magnificent creature that was so absolutely mystifying and different than anyone I had ever met. She had kissed me, she had wrapped her small arms around me for a hug. She wanted to be near me, she was beginning to accept me into her life. We stood there for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other's arms while I took in her sweet scent that calmed me down so much. I could've stayed there forever, and I suppressed a sigh of discontent as I felt her pull away from me.

"Did I hurt your toes from standing on them?" She laughed, her dimples poking through her freckled cheeks as she nervously ran a hand through her hair. Her hand was shaking, making me so badly want to grab it and kiss it — but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries.

"No, sweet girl."

She looked down, scrunching her toes up against the carpet. Before she had the chance to reply, I broke the silence. "Let me take you out." I whispered, moving her hands from her face as she picked at the skin on her thumb nervously.

"Right now?" She lifted a brow, amusement glimmering in her eyes.

"Unless you're too tired." I mumbled lowly, studying the eyes that I had fallen in love with over and over again. It was silent for another moment, as she pondered my offer.

"Hmm... sure."

I couldn't help but smile at her response. Her eyes lit up from my expression of relief. As she cleared her throat.

"Let me just, uh, get dressed." She laughed, motioning to her pajamas. Whenever she had gotten home from anywhere, I had noticed, she immediately put on an oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts. It was absolutely adorable, for lack of better terms. I couldn't believe I was saying the word adorable, but there was no other word to describe her.

When I had watched her before, I had also seen her messily wipe the makeup off of her face and put on her glasses, sighing in relief as she changed into comfier clothes. As tempting as it was, however, I never looked while she dressed. I knew deep down in my heart, one day — when she was ready — she would be mine, fully.

She slipped into the other room beside us, the sound of her changing making my wolf want to growl in lust. I chuckled when I heard her trip over something, most likely a moving box; muttering the words "ah, fucker." She had a bad mouth, one of her quirks that drew me into her even more. She didn't care what people thought of her, due to the fact that she was most likely numb from all of the overwhelming thoughts that have continued to overwhelm her mind for so long.

She walked back into the room, now in charcoal grey leggings and an oversized sweater. She wore a beanie on her head, her hair down loose. She wore high-topped yellow converse, that were covered in black sharpie art that consisted of a variety of flowers. The curls that I had fallen in love with ran down her shoulders, touching her waist — almost her delicious hips. Absolutely stunning. She was the most ethereal vision I had ever set my eyes on, and she had no idea.

"Stop looking at me like that. You're giving me cannibalistic vibes." She scrunched up her pierced nose. I couldn't help but laugh at her remark, raising a brow at her.

We walked out of the door, slowing my pace to match the strides of her smaller legs. We came face to face with the motorcycle I had previously parked near her house. She huffed in disapproval. "I'm not getting on that thing, no sir." She places a hand on her hip. "People, like, die from that shit. If you don't wear a helmet, I swear to God. I've heard stories-" I chuckled yet again, but her rambling was soon cut off when she noticed me stripping. Her mouth fell agape, looking away. I could tell she was flustered, but I continued to dress down until I was naked.

"Here, hold these, little one." I mumbled, handing her my clothes. She continued to look away, embarrassed by my actions. One day, she would get used to it. I had absolutely nothing to hide from her.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I felt my bones crackle and pop, as well as my claws extend from my fingers. She looked at me, horrified at the sight; despite the fact that she had seen me shift once before. Familiar fur began to sprout from my skin, and before I knew it, I was down on all fours in my wolf form. "Jesus, fuck." She breathed out, taking me in. I stalked slowly near her, showing my submission before I licked her hand, whimpering.

"Huh?" She said, caught off-guard from my lick.

"Do you want me to get on you or something?" A purr erupted from my chest. Yes, please, get on me. She rolled her eyes, her face scarlet red from my implied sexual innuendo. I hunched down, so that she could swing her leg over me. She grasped my scruff tightly, before we were off.