His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 22

Molly’s POV

I can feel that it’s morning from the warm sun coming through the window. I try to open my eyes, but I feel so comfortable right now, it makes it harder to wake up. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable before. I tried to gather my thoughts as to why last night's sleep would be any different than the others, and everything from the last twenty-fours practically came flashing back to me. Yesterday morning, I was your average college student just trying to get through finals. Next thing I know, I have been drunk for the first time, kidnapped, rescued by my therapy dog who so happens to be a werewolf, and not just any werewolf, but the sexiest man from my dreams. A deep rumble of a sigh causes my body to quiver, I am in the arms of my rescuer who is just as, gorgeous asleep as he is awake. I can’t help but gawk at this angelic man, “good morning my little mate”, Wyatts' deep voice mumbles. Even when he mumbles like that, he sounds sexy. Wyatt's eyes open up and I can see them flash from his sky blue to dark black like he is fighting something from inside. “Why do your eyes do that?” I asked curiously. “Well, when a wolf sees something he desires, he tries to overpower his human counterpart and take what he wants, so basically I’m trying to hold my wolf back from instinctively trying to claim his mate”, It is becoming harder to control, especially in this position.” Wyatt says and chuckles at the end, and it sounds so dreamy. I blush and can’t help to ask another question, which I’m sure I already know the answer too, “when you say claim, do you mean…..?” I hesitate to answer and begin blushing even more. Fortunately, Wyatt answers my question to spare me embarrassment. “What I mean by claiming is being inside you and giving you the most s****l orgasmic experience of your life, while marking you right here", Wyatt says while stroking a sensitive part of my neck, “so my mark will let everyone know you are mine” Wyatt says as a black shroud overtakes his eye color again, showing me how much he desires me. I feel a moistness begin to build between my legs and my heart begin to flutter so fast I begin breathing heavily. Wyatt growls and the blue in his eyes are completely gone now. “Little mate needs to learn some self-control or else I’m going to lose it” Wyatt's voice isn’t his own now and I stare closer into his eyes, “Benson…is that you?” I ask unsure of who I’m talking to. Wyatt's face changed to one of excitement and I could see his canines had become more pronounced in his grin. “Yes, little mate, and I must say, you smell delicious right now” his voice practically purring, Benson’s now in control and I couldn’t help but lean forward and let him take my lips to his. I feel like I’m being devoured right now, and I love it. I haven’t had any interest in trying to get laid while in college till this man showed up again. I’m trying to slow things down, but my body is betraying me and giving everything over to Wyatt and Benson. “Give yourself to him Molly”, I hear the ghost woman’s voice speaking in my head again and it catches me by surprise. I quickly pulled away from Wyatt. I look to Wyatt’s eyes and see they have adjusted back to his original color and a very worried expression on his face. “I’m so sorry. Molly, that was too fast, I lost control for a moment. Please forgive me, I hope we didn’t frighten you”, Wyatt says manically. I recovered from my surprise with the unknown voice and refocused on Wyatt, “No, you did nothing wrong. In fact, I felt like I was the one losing control. Not just my body, but like a small voice in my head was telling me to give in as well”, I said without trying to sound crazy. Wyatt gives me a quizzical look and seemed to be in thought, probably talking to Benson. He leans in and smells the top of my head, then looks back at me again. “Can you still hear the voice,” Wyatt asks. I shook my head no, “I have only heard her a few times now…am I going crazy?” I asked while trying not to panic yet. “Well, I would say it may be a wolf speaking to you. But you don’t smell like a wolf, you still smell human to me.” Whyatt responds, I hear no sign of disappointment in his voice but still want to ask, “Are you by chance disappointed that I’m human and not a werewolf like you?” I ask holding my breath. “Werewolves can be paired with all sorts of characters. Human or not, you were made for me, and you are perfect. So no, I am not disappointed one bit.” He replies and gives me a genuine smile that makes me feel more assured. I lean into him again and as I’m about to kiss this perfect man, my phone begins to ring. I look at the screen and see I had about thirty missed calls from my dad. “Oh s**t” I say aloud and decided I needed to call him back right then. I don’t think I even heard the phone ring once; before I heard his panicked voice. “Molly, where the f**k are you!” my dad yells into the phone. And I think I’m a bit more scared than last night's kidnapping because I have never heard my dad sound like this before.