Chapter 7: An Unexpected Guest
"Silver... what are you doing here?" I gasped, trying to process the sight before me. Silver was hunched over on my windowsill, his muscular arms supporting him as he struggled to catch his breath. His handsome face was twisted in pain, and a deep gash across his chest marred his otherwise perfect body. The blood seeped through his torn shirt, staining it a dark crimson.
"Red, please," he panted, desperation in his honey-colored eyes. "You have to let me in."
"Are you insane?" I whispered harshly, glancing nervously towards the door, praying that my mother wouldn't wake up. I hesitated, my mind racing with worry. What if this was all some elaborate trick? But the pain in Silver's eyes seemed so genuine, and the wound looked far too real.
"Okay, but you need to be quiet," I warned, opening the window wider to help him inside. "If my mom finds out I've got a wounded werewolf in my room... she'll have a heart attack."
Once Silver was safely in my room, I guided him to the bed, wincing as he grimaced from the pain. "Easy now," I murmured softly, my hands firmly gripping his biceps as I helped him to lie down on the mattress.
"Thanks," he gritted through clenched teeth, clearly trying not to make a sound.
I retrieved a knife from my desk and swiftly sliced through the remnants of his shirt, revealing his chiseled torso. Although I had seen it before, I couldn't help but feel weak in the knees at the sight of his hard pecs and perfect abs, not to mention the intoxicating scent that clung to his skin.
"Damn, Red," Silver smirked, despite the pain he was in. "That was incredibly hot."
"Shut up," I retorted, trying to focus on the task at hand instead of how much I wanted to touch him.
I quickly grabbed a medical kit from one of my drawers, knowing that time was of the essence. The wound couldn't get infected. As I opened it up and prepared to tend to Silver's wounds, I couldn't help but stare at the deep gash across his chest. It looked like something straight out of a nightmare – jagged edges, raw flesh exposed, and blood oozing from the wound. The fact that he had survived such an injury was a testament to his strength as a werewolf. And knowing their regenerative abilities, I could only imagine how much worse it must have been earlier.
"Alright," I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "This is going to hurt, but I need you to be quiet."
Silver nodded, wincing in anticipation as I began to disinfect the open wound. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, but managed to stay silent despite the obvious pain he was experiencing.
As I worked on cleaning his wound, I couldn't help but feel admiration for the way Silver was handling the situation. Not only was he dealing with the excruciating pain, but he was also doing so without making any noise, aware of the risk if my mom were to wake up. At the same time, a sense of pity washed over me; this nasty wound had clearly been inflicted by another werewolf, and the thought of him being attacked by one of his own kind saddened me for some reason.
Trying to reach his chest, I climbed on top of Silver, straddling his muscled legs. The moment my thighs pressed against him, my body betrayed me. I felt myself getting wet almost instantly, and I silently prayed that he wouldn't notice how my breath quickened. God, this man was unbelievably hot...
"Almost done," I whispered, more to myself than to him. My hands trembled slightly as I cleaned the wound, aware of the growing tension between us. I knew I had to stay focused, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as I was acutely aware of the warmth of his skin against mine.
"Hey," I managed to say, trying to distract myself from the all-consuming desire that threatened to overtake me. "What happened to you? Why were you attacked?"
Silver winced as he replied, "My own pack, the Ironfang Clan, believes I murdered Beatrice. They want to kill me and deliver my head to the Hoods to prevent a war."
"Wait, what?" I exclaimed, shocked by his revelation. "But... why would they think that?"
"Oh, I don't know... Maybe because I have the 'murderous silver werewolf' look down pat?" he whispered through gritted teeth.
As I gazed at Silver, his eyes reflecting the sorrow and betrayal he must be feeling, my heart clenched. I could scarcely imagine the agony of having your own clan, your own blood, turn against you in such a horrifying way. I opened my mouth to speak, to offer him comfort, but words failed me. What could I possibly say that could ease his pain?
"Okay," I said, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. "Let me grab some bandages and finish patching you up."
I got off Silver's powerful body and went to my drawer, scolding myself internally for having such lustful thoughts about a stranger – and a werewolf, no less, especially when he was in pain and feeling like shit... My heart raced as I grabbed the bandages and turned back to him.
"Stand on the bed so I can wrap these around your chest," I instructed.
Silver obeyed, and as he leaned down towards me, our faces were mere inches apart. I couldn't help but stare at his beautiful lips, wondering how they would feel against mine once again. Shit... This intense pull I felt toward Silver was fucking difficult to ignore.
"Red," he murmured softly, breaking the spell. "Thank you."
His gratitude caught me off guard, and I found myself blushing. "You're welcome," I mumbled, quickly wrapping the bandage around his chest in an attempt to put some distance between us.
"Silver, why did you come to see me?" I asked, trying to change the subject as my cheeks burned with embarrassment. "Of all people?"
"Because you're the only one who knows I didn't kill Beatrice," he replied earnestly. "We were... well, you know... a little preoccupied in the forest when it happened." He grinned wickedly at me.
My face flushed even redder as images flashed through my mind – his tongue teasing my clit, his beautiful, hard cock thrusting inside me. I tried to push the memories away, but they refused to budge.
"Right," I muttered, trying to regain control of my thoughts. "But wait... What about the evidence?" I began hesitantly. "The Hoods found silver fur at the crime scene."
"Wait, what?" he asked, genuine surprise in his voice.
"Silver fur... like yours," I continued, looking him straight in the eyes as a cloud of doubt passed through me. As much as I wanted to trust him, I couldn't ignore the chilling fact - he was a silver werewolf, an enigma wrapped in fur, and I hardly knew him at all. "Were you really with me the entire time?" I said
His amber eyes darkened as he frowned. "What are you implying, Red?" he asked, his voice rough with anger.
"Are you sure you didn't go to my grandma's cabin, kill her, and then come back?" I accused, my voice cold. His brow furrowed, and he scoffed, hurt by my accusation.
"Red, I may be fast, but not that fast," he replied sarcastically.
I sighed, feeling guilty for doubting him. "I'm sorry," I murmured, looking into his eyes. "I do believe you..."
He turned his gaze away from me, sadness flickering across his features. "It's okay," he said quietly.
"Who would want to frame you?" I asked, my voice trembling with uncertainty.
"Who knows?" Silver replied, his eyes darkening. "It's not like anyone in the Clan wants me there, except Skol..."
"Skol?" I questioned, seeing how Silver's expression shifted to deep sadness.
"Never mind," he murmured, shaking his head as if trying to expel the memory. "The point is, I need to clear my name."
I paced my bedroom, agitated and stumbling over my words as I tried to justify myself. "I can't just tell the Hoods that you're innocent because... well, we were having some fun in the forest. My mother would... she'd die if she knew." I clenched my fists, feeling helpless.
Silver's eyes softened, and he nodded in understanding. "I don't expect you to put yourself in that position – besides, they might not even believe you. What we need to do is find the real murderer, and prove my innocence that way."
"We?" I asked, my brow furrowing.
"Let's work together," Silver suggested, his honey eyes locking onto mine. "We can find the killer, clear my name, and avenge your grandmother."
I hesitated, torn between wanting to trust him and fearing that he was playing me. How could I rely on a werewolf? Nonetheless, having a werewolf on my side to hunt down another werewolf was a smart move. I bit my lip, weighing the risks and benefits in my mind.
"Alright," I finally agreed, though reluctantly. "But under one condition – no more sex between us. This has to be strictly professional."
A flicker of hurt crossed Silver's face, but he quickly masked it with a smug smile. "Fine by me, Red. I can keep my hands to myself. You're not that irresistible."
I scoffed, suddenly aware I wasn't wearing any pants, and pulled my shirt down trying to cover my thighs. We shook hands, sealing our agreement, and as I stared into his mesmerizing eyes, I searched for any sign that he was being honest with me. I hoped I wasn't making a big mistake.
As I carefully finished securing the bandagings around Silver's chiseled chest, I took a good look at him. I couldn't let him sleep on the floor in his condition, but the thought of sharing a bed with him made my cheeks flush.
"I'll sleep on the couch," I announced, turning to leave the room. But as I moved towards the door, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. His touch sent electricity through my veins.
"Red, you should stay in the room," he insisted, concern etched in his honey eyes. "If your mother wakes up and sees you're not here, she might suspect something."
He was right, of course. But the thought of being so close to him all night made my heart race. Still, I couldn't deny the tenderness in his voice when he added, "Besides, today was your grandma's funeral. I can't even imagine what you're going through."
I sighed, touched by his empathy. "Fine, but you're not sleeping on the floor. We can share the bed, but nothing inappropriate, okay?"
"I wouldn't dream of it," he promised, winking at me and making my heart skip a beat. I climbed into the bed, our bodies mere inches apart. As Silver drifted off to sleep, my mind raced with conflicting emotions.
What is wrong with me? I thought, feeling my desire for him growing stronger despite our agreement. The way his muscles shifted under his smooth skin as he slept was incredibly enticing. Every breath he took stirred the air between us, filling my senses with his intoxicating scent.
I lay there, unable to ignore my body's reaction to Silver's proximity. The sheets barely covered his muscular form, revealing his toned biceps and the curve of his broad shoulders. Unable to control myself, I peeked under the sheets. His sculpted abs were a tantalizing sight, drawing my eyes down to the waistband of his underpants. His silver hair was tousled from sleep, making him look even more captivating.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath. How could I feel such an uncontrollable need for him? We'd barely met, yet our encounter in the forest had left me craving more of him. The way he had touched me, kissed me... it haunted me, making my body ache with desire.
"Get a grip, Red," I scolded myself internally, but my body betrayed my mind, growing increasingly aroused as my gaze lingered on his perfectly chiseled features. The thought of touching him, feeling him inside me again, grew stronger by the second.
"Fuck it," I whispered, my resolve crumbling. My hand trembled as I slowly reached towards him, the magnetic pull of his body too strong to resist. "Just a little touch, that's all," I told myself, trying to justify my actions.
My fingertips grazed the soft fabric of his underpants, feeling the heat radiating from his groin. A flush spread across my cheeks, but I couldn't stop now. As my fingers slipped beneath the waistband, I held my breath, praying he wouldn't wake up. This was madness, and yet it felt so right. Just one touch, that's all I needed...
"Red," Silver murmured in his sleep, his eyelids fluttering open. "What are you doing?"
"Shit," I muttered, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment as I quickly withdrew my hand. "I... Nothing. Go back to sleep."
"Okay." He smirked, a spark of amusement glinting in his half-lidded eyes, before they closed once more.
Fuck. I almost blew it. I hoped he wouldn't remember it tomorrow, as he seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber. I found myself studying his peaceful face, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his skin.
Turning away, I forced myself to resist the urge to rub my throbbing clit. Why did I do that? Why did I attempt to touch him while he was sleeping? Regret gnawed at me, the embarrassment still fresh.
Yet, somewhere in the midst of the mental self-flagellation, sleep overcame me, drawing me into its comforting embrace. Despite the unusual circumstances, despite my lingering doubts and fears, I found solace in the rhythmic sound of Silver's breathing, a constant and soothing lullaby in the silence of the night.
It would be the last time I'd sleep under the familiar comfort of my own sheets for a long, long while.
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