Chapter 25: Violet 26
My body convulsing with the last wave of an orgasm, the orgasms i had when i did them didn't rank in comparison now, with what i had just experienced at his hand, if it was like that heaven help me when we actually had sex.
"Jeuse Violet you look so beautiful, i could cherish you all night and still want more" his voice filled with desire.
he reached down to pick up my sponge lathered it up and continued to wash me, when he was satisfied, took the bottle of shampoo and pour a small amount into his hand, i went to take the bottle from him "i can wash my hair" i said smiling at him
"no Violet, these will be tender moments we share together, when life becomes chaotic for us" i
I have to say it was really nice having my hair washed and conditioned it was like being at the hair dressers, but with out the annoying obligatory conversation that was always expected by the stylish. when he was done he kissed me deep "there you go darling, you can escape me for now" he had a smile on his face as she said it to me. I returned his smile and left the shower plucking my towel from the towel rail, as i turn Elijah was removing his boxer shorts which he had kept on to make me feel more comfortable with his presence. I couldn't help but stop in my tracks not because he was fit, yes that is part of it but he had so many scars covering his body too, he hadn't had a easy life clearly looking at them. I watched as his muscles rippled with every move he made and i felt desire pooling in the pit of my stomach before i was bought back to my senses "Violet there is only so much a man can take when he can smell his mates desire" he voice now sounding quite hoarse which was im guessing his restraint, but for me it did the trick as well as a bucket of cold water would.
"sorry" i said at an almost run from the bathroom, grabbing my hair dryer along the way, i got a long high necked nighty from my draw and put that on, he may be unabashed by his own body but i was still very body conscious. I sat on the chair and began to dry the corked screw mat of hair i had and that was how he found me when he walked into the bedroom with nothing more then his towel neatly tucked in at the waist. I paused to look at him which only added to his already impressive ego, smiling at me he walked over to the bed dropped the towel and climbed into my bed like it was his own. i did my best to ignore him while he was texting on his phone, but all i could do was stare at his torso, i mean talk about six pack he looked stunning. I had to almost physically slap myself for having my mind in the gutter "he is our mate we are allowed to stare" i actually felt like Silver was licking her lips in anticipation. You know how they use to on the old kids cartoons all she needed was the napkin tied around her neck and a knife and fork in each hand.
"Pfft" that was her response.
when i was satisfied my hair was completely dry i divided it into two sections so i could plait it before i put in my bonnet, it was something i usually wore because it kept my hair in place through the night, i no longer had the problem of waking up pulling my scalp because it was caught under me, or waking up and it being glued to my face. I walked over to the bed removed my robe and looked at the now covers thrown back and a hand patting my side of the bed.
"come on darling" he had such a smile on him, one i wish i could have wipe from his face, but the pain still fresh in my mind from earlier i climbed in beside him. he pulled me into the curve of his body and that is how i fell asleep, warm and safe.
I woke to a eerie howl of a wolf, i felt the panic rip through my body, there was only a second before i realized that the howl had been forced through my lungs as they were burning from the sheer force of it.
“i am sorry Violet, i cannot stop it we have been called by the goddess” Silvers voice seemed extremely loud, i looked down to see huge silver paws, a sudden rush of anguish flooded the system i had paws i was a wolf a fucking wolf, i mean what the fuck was going on.....
the goddess what did that mean? i was confused, i was a fucking dog and now in front of my mother or supposedily mother according to Silver. my body aching from my first shift which was interupted by the smell of gardenia's a beautfiful smell one i like and would use myself around my home. Then there was a whisp of a person i caught the sight of from the corner of my eye.
"my goddess" silver said as the figure came closer to us, she was clothed in a almost sheer white gown, you know the ones they always wear in fantasy films it just made her look mystical and beautiful "violet" even her voice was etheral i didn't speak i just stared at her "violet" silver said to me as if spurring me on to say something, but i had nothing to say to the woman who abandoned me under a bush when o was a few hours old, i mean who does that?
"i did what i did to save you" which seemed like bullshit to me, i could be stubborn as hell when i wanted to be i refused to acknowledge her as my mother "goddess" was all she was going to get from me.