The Whispers and The Wolf

Ten

“Autumn, are you even listening?” Gemma knocked me back to Earth with her shrill voice.

“No Gemma, I’m really not. I’m so sorry, I’ve got a stinker of a migraine coming on, can we reconvene tomorrow? I’m going to log off.” I rubbed my eyes vigorously trying to correct my vision.

“Of course Autumn. Here I thought that the Highland air would have helped those migraines!” She chuckled until she saw the expression on my face. I was in no mood for her shitty jokes or shitty timing. “Ok ok, hope you feel better, call me in the morning.”

We ended the call and I closed my laptop over.

What in the f**k just happened? Where did he go? The Whispers were not letting up, I felt like my head and mouth were full of cotton wool and I couldn’t see straight. I stumbled over to the loveseat and lay myself down, how I made it there without collapsing was nothing short of a miracle. I lay there with my forearm draped over my eyes, trying to block out the light and focus on what the Whispers were trying to say.

“Conlan… Mate… have patience…”

And then nothing. Silence and clarity, at the flip of a switch.

“Well that was as clear as mud…” I grumbled as I sat up, still with my eyes closed. Giving them one last rub, I prepared to open them and adjust my sight to the sunlight.

“AHHHHH!” I almost jumped 10 feet in the air and my heart was in my throat. Conlan was standing gaping at me through the living room window. Placing my hand on my heart, I tried to steady my breathing, my eyes focused on the floor. When I looked up he was… gone? Did I imagine it? The knock at the door confirmed I hadn’t, and he was trying to come back in.

Not knowing if I could walk, I tried to stand up as slowly as I could using the back of the couch as a support, feeling my way along it. Standing still for a moment, I was confident enough that I had enough strength to walk. Almost at the door, I began to feel the hairs on the back of my neck raising. I opened the door and he was there. The mere sight of him took my breath away. I had never seen a more gorgeous specimen of a man. He was an Adonis, a carbon copy of some statue from ancient times.

“Ehhh… can I… umm… can I come in?” He asked shakily. I raised an eyebrow and moved aside to let him in. A man like this didn’t suit being this nervous. He came in, walked to the island then turned to face me again. His stare was piercing through me but not in an uncomfortable way. I felt needed by this stare. I almost felt desired.

Shaking my head I asked “What do you want?” It came out a bit harsher than I meant it to, his expression showed me everything it needed to. “Sorry that was rude. I don’t know what’s going on, Conlan. What was all that about?”

With a sigh, he ran his hand down his face and through his beard. That perfectly sculpted face. That rugged dark beard. I felt a tighten in my stomach just looking at him. Drinking in every inch of his face, I didn’t realise I was stepping toward him until our chests were almost touching and I could feel his breath on my face.

“Ye really don’t know?” He asked. I wasn’t about to tell him that the crazy Whispers in my head told me it was all OK, he was a “mate” and to be patient with him. He’d run for those misty, rolling hills and never return. He closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath that seemed to draw to his toes.

“Ye can feel it, can’t ye?” He brushed some stray hair behind my ear and cupped my face with his enormous hand. My knees began to buckle, tiny little shocks prickled through my cheek and straight to my heart, making it pound in my chest. As if sensing what was happening, he put his hands under my arms, spun me around and sat me down in the island. Something came over me then: I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and lifted my hand to touch his face. He placed his hand on mine and gazed into my soul, allowing me to gaze into his. Still the same sensations. The tingles in my hand, my heart content. And something else I didn’t want to admit. I felt the heat between my legs and in the pit of my stomach. With a blink, his eyes darkened somehow, his pupils dilating.

“What are you doing to me, Mo Leannan?” There it was again. It was too late to ask because he brought his face so close, his nose grazed mine. I gasped but I was frozen in place. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to soak up this feeling and never let it go. The confusion, the curiosity, the fear, all gone in an instant and replaced by an animalistic need. I leaned in and brushed my lips with his.

He placed his hands at either side of me. He nudged my legs with his knee to part them. He settled between my open legs. And he kissed me. Softly at first but rougher as the need grew, I wrapped my arms around his neck, he wrapped his around my waist. His tongue danced with mine, trying to taste every corner of my mouth. I had never been kissed like this. I never wanted it to stop. I wrapped my legs around his wait and his hands fell to my ass, grasping each cheek with his paw-like hands and scooted me closer to his… oh god he was hard. And I mean HARD. I don’t know what was coming over me, but my body knew what it wanted. My hips started rocking against his hardness, a moan escaping my lips into his mouth.

He suddenly froze, removing his hands and taking a step back. His eyes were almost completely black, and he was panting. He looked at me then looked around the room. Had I done something wrong? I suddenly felt the heat creep up my chest to my neck and cheeks. Covering my eyes with my hands, I was mortified. What possessed me to kiss a man I had just met?

“Hey, don’t ye be embarrassed.” He made his way back to me and removed my hands from my face. “There’s some stuff I need tae explain. I don’t know how tae tell ye…” he was clearly struggling with something.

“Is that right?” I replied, crossing my arms over my chest waiting for his explanation. I wonder what he had to say. He doesn’t know that I hear whispers in my head that give me guidance, what could be crazier than that?