Please be aware this chapter was not planned to be posted, and I recycled it for a smut on by tumblr blog. The work is a BTS Smut called "Shameless" and is under the same user as Wattpad, but I'd like to warn you most of my tumblr content is 18+.  I only decided to post this after animepeoplearesexy requested it, so thank them if you enjoy it.

This chapter takes place in the briefly mentioned night in Chapter 11...

"Day became night and I spent it with Wyatt. We laid in bed soaking up what all we could of each other, it was blissful but it made me all the more scared to lose him. To lose the true Wyatt I have grown to love" --- "well last night was a pretty good st..." 

I sat on Wyatt's bed, with my head in my hands I sat there thinking. Thinking of what all I can do to help them, what all I could do to fix this. I spent all day looking for an answer and when I wasn't looking for an answer I was trying to strengthen their heath. So much in fact I used all that's left in my moonstone, my thoughts are broken by the sound of the door opening.

Glancing over in comes Wyatt, a tried and stressed look creased onto his face. But as soon as his eyes land on me he relaxes a little, "Hey sweetness you okay?" He calls softly. "I think I should be asking you that, my love," I answered weakly, "There's not a day in our life time I will not ask you if you're okay." He spoke sternly. I felt my chest swell but as it did so did the tears, "I love you," I called to him. He didn't answer back, not right away.

Instead he kneeled in front of me and took my hands in his before pressing them to his forehead, "I love you too," He finally replied. "Don't cry, I can't have you crying because of me," He whispers, "It's not because of you," I cry softly. "I'm a part of it though, and I won't allow it to be that way," He spoke sternly.

My eyes widen as he leans forward and presses his lip to mine, I feel that spark he has in his eyes every time we talk. But this time it's different, it's brighter than before. It's stronger and bigger. When he pulls away I expect it to be just that, pulling away. But it isn't, instead he's pressing back into me, this time harder and that odd spark from before flares.

Wyatt pushes into me so much I'm pulling away, but he won't allow it. His hands come to my waist and pulls me off the bed and right into his lap. I gasp into the kiss as I come off the bed, but Wyatt is prepared. I feel him deepen the kiss as he settles me into his lap on the floor. I'm finally able to process the situation and do something when I wrap my arms around his shoulder and drag my fingers into his hair.

At the action Wyatt lets out a deep groan and his hands push my hips closer to his. "Wyatt?" I call weakly from the kiss, he hums in return. "I love you," I whisper, Wyatt groans and hugs me tightly. "I love you too, I love you so much." He whispers back before laying his head against my shoulder.

We sat there with each other, just soaking up what all we could. I run my hands through Wyatt's hair as his fingers trace up and down my spine. Things took a sudden turn as his fingers traced up my spine until they found the end of my braid. Carefully he pulls my hair out of the style, with my hair loose the feathers fall to the ground around us as my hair becomes messy.

Wyatt pulls away from me and leans back onto his hand, he looks over me with a tilted head and heated eyes. "Your beautiful," He spoke softly, I sent him a small smile and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "And your handsome," I reply with my same small smile, Wyatt's eyes shift as if he's thinking something over.

He eventually came to a conclusion when he pushed himself up and used one hand to push one side of my hair over to the other. I breathe softly when his lips touch the bare side of my neck, careful of his fangs he runs his lips and tongue over it. "Wyatt," I whimper softly, "Do you trust me?" He asks quietly, "Yes," I answer in a breathy tone. "Good," He grunts before his hands are suddenly cupping my underside and he's lifting us up.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders as he holds me the air. Slowly Wyatt walks closer to the top of the bed before gently laying me down and crawling on top of me. Wyatt's lips are soon found on mine again, the flare from before igniting slowly. Wyatt pulls away from the kiss to pull off his vest, I help him push it off his shoulders before he tosses it off into the room.

I run my hands over her shoulders and down his arms, my thumbs brushing over the star symbols inked into his skin. "I've always liked these," I mumble, rubbing my thumbs over them again. "I have more like them," He whispers, I look up at him to see his dark brown eyes boring into me. "Can I see?" I whisper, without saying a word in return Wyatt sits up and pulls off his yellow hoodie.

With the hoodie off his chest is left to the open, and just as he said there were more symbols and images inked into his skin. Wyatt's hand comes down to mine and takes them in his own before leading it up to chest. He presses my fingers over the symbol inked into his ribcage, "I earned this one when I got my first kill." He whispers. He then leads my hand over to his shoulder where another one is inked in, "I earned this one when I saved Wynter from falling off a cliff," He explains softly. "And this one," He mumbles, his hand leads me to the one placed right over his chest, "This one was given to me when Willa chose me as her Beta." He whispers with a smile.

"They're all so beautiful," I smile, "All so worth while." I continue. "One day (y/n), One day, I'll be there when you receive your star. I'll be there when you receive the symbol of pack adviser. And together we'll get the symbol of saviors once we figure this all out." he whispers pressing his forehead to mine.

I smile gently at him, my hands come up to cup his cheeks before he's pulling away to press into another kiss. This is slow but intense, savory and all consuming. Wyatt's hands make themselves known at my thighs when he slowly pulls them apart. Once he opens them wide enough his hips press through them and settle there. I pull away with a gasp when his hips press firmly against mine, Wyatt lips occupies itself at my neck pressing slow but hard kisses into each point he finds.

"Wyatt!" I gasp when he presses his lips into my pulse, the sound pulls a growl out of him. "That's the prettiest sound I've ever heard." He whispers, pressing his lips there again. My hands drop from his face to his shoulders when his tongue drags against my pulse point, "I want to do so bad, I do. But I can't, I won't do that to you." He whispers.

"Wyatt what are you talking about?" I breathe out heavily, "A mate marker. If I bite you on one of your major pulse points I'd be claiming you. No one would have any grounds to so much as look at you if I said so." he explains as he traces his fingers over the pulse on my neck. "It's an older tradition to bite there. It's not strange to see wolves with mate marks across their neck. But for you, in the kind of society you live in, I think I'd bite you somewhere else, that way you won't have people stare at you all the time." He murmurs.

"Wyatt, I'd let you mark you anywhere you please," I scoff, Wyatt eyes grow dark. "Don't say things you don't mean," He grunts, "You didn't let me finish," I snip back. "I'd let you mark me anywhere you please AS LONG as you got a marker from me in that same place. And since I lack the ability to mark you myself, I think a tattoo would be along the lines of acceptability." I restate.

Wyatt looks down at me with wide eyes, "I could mark your neck for all the world to see and all you ask in return is a tattoo?" he sums. "In the very same place," I add, Wyatt's face hardens to stone.

And it stayed like that until his lips attacked mine, the flare that had ignited is now a fire. Wyatt's lips didn't hold anything back as he kissed me, I gasped into the kiss when his fangs caught my lip. The action makes Wyatt take my lip into teeth but mindful of his fangs.

When my lip is pulled from his teeth Wyatt looks down at me, My cheeks burn like fire and my body is buzzing. I'm sure my hair is a mess and tangled with the tribal paint on my face smeared. Yet he still looks at me like I'm the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

"Tell me you want this," He rasps, "Please, I need to hear that you want this before I take it too far," He breathes. Wyatt is breathing heavily as his eyes seem to smolder. "I want you, not just this. You are all I want." I answer, the spark that was once in Wyatt's eyes is fire burning all it touches.

"Then you'll have me and in return I should have all of you." He offers, "You already have me Wyatt," I muse softly. My eyes widened as his eyes flashed their glowing yellow, but I felt my heart sink when he wheezed after. "Are you okay?" I panic sitting up, Wyatt takes deep breaths before nodding.

"You can't be saying stuff like that sweetness," He groaned, "It triggers me," He sighs. "How does that trigger you?" I scoff, Wyatt's eyes darken. I swallow hard as he inches closer and in return I inch back, that is until my back hit the bed. "It triggers me...because you tempt every wild instinct I have." He spoke in a low growl, the confession has chills rolling down my back and heat flushing my body.

And of course Wyatt saw the reaction, he smirks and lifts an eyebrow at me. "Does it please you to know you have such an effect on me?" He muses, "To know those few words had every primal, wild, untamable instinct I have to flare up?" He continues with his claws gently running across my neck.

"Last chance Sweetness, tell me to leave or I take you. Tell me to put my shirt back on and leave before I take yours off and tell you to stay." He whispers. I didn't say anything as I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it up and over my head before tossing it over Wyatt's shoulder.

Wyatt's nose flares when the top of my body is shown to him, the only thing standing between him and bare skin now was my bra. "Have it your way then," He grunts before his lips find my skin. I inhale sharply when his teeth gently nibble along my collarbone and shoulder, his fingers come up to slide down the straps of my bra before they trail to my side and stop at the wide band that holds it together.

"Pull up for me," He whispers against my skin, I follow his instructions and arch my back up enough for him to slide his hands under me. He snaps off the hooks of my bra and I breathe with release of it's pressure. With the hook undone Wyatt presses a tender kiss to the center of my chest as he pulls his hands out from under me.

When his hands come out I feel them come back to the straps of my bra, slowly he pulls them down until the cups of my bra slide from my breasts. Wyatt kisses each inch revealed as he does so, until he tosses the bra off to the side.

I swallow hard when Wyatt backs away and looks down at me, I hold his shoulders tightly to keep my hands from subconsciously covering myself up. "You're beautiful, so beautiful." He whispers in awe, I smile up at him as my chest swells at the complement.

I watch him lean forward and down to my chest, I feel the air leave my lunges when his tongue finds the skin of my breasts. But it's when it drags over my nipple one of my hands falls from his shoulder to cover my mouth to muffle a whimper.

Wyatt grunts against my breast before one of his own hands comes up and takes it in his own. With my hand in his he guides it back to his shoulder before pulling away from my skin, "The walls are thick, you can be as loud as you want." He breathes against me.

"Wyatt," I whimper, he groans at the call of his name. "I like it when you say my name like that." He whispers, my voice catches in my throat when I feel his fingers toy with the hem of my pants. Wyatt's hands still at the sound but I quickly drop my hands from his shoulders to his. "Wyatt, take them off." I whisper.

Wyatt looks at me carefully, "I'll take mine off first," He offers. He places a chase kiss to my lips before sitting up, I watch with baited breath as his hands quickly undo his belt and buttons. When he can't get them off on the bed he stands from the bed and pulls them off there.

With his pants off Wyatt stood in the room in only his grey boxers, My eyes locked on to the tent in the boxers. "Come here," He growls with a grin, I yelp when he takes me by my legs and pulls me to the edge of the bed.

I sit up and gasp as Wyatt sinks to his knees in between my legs. Wyatt chuckles as he unbuttons my pants, with them unbuttoned he takes hold on the sides and pulls them down. I pull my legs close to my chest when it's past my knees to help him and as soon as they're off Wyatt stares at me heatedly.

"Wyatt stop staring and do something," I whine when he doesn't move after a solid minute. "But I don't know where to start." he laughs, "Start anywhere, anywhere you want. Just. Start." I huff. A snarl rips through the air, my eyes snap down to Wyatt. His eyes flicker yellow but never fully consume them. I swallow hard as Wyatt roles his head back doing his best to ease the tension he was feeling.

"What did I tell you about the things you say," He growls standing abruptly, "To be careful," I answer in a whisper. "So you just don't care if I take you how I want to." He scoffs leaning over me, "You don't have to be gentle with me Wyatt, I'm not going to break." I huff.

Wyatt's eyes flares, "I'm not here to fuck you (y/n)." he snarls. My eyes widen at his language, "I'm here to love you. I'm here to love you while I'm still truest to myself because that's what you deserve. Maybe another night I will, but tonight I'm taking my time and I'm going to be careful because every moment counts." He growls.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, "You have nothing to be sorry over (y/n)," He whispers brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I let out a blissful sigh as his lips press into the skin of my neck, but I gasp when his hands place themselves on my bare thighs.

His hands are warm and the tips of his nails send a shiver down my spine. Wyatt moves us back to the head of the bed where he settles himself between my legs again. A moan tumbles from my lips when I feel the heat that lies under his boxers. I anchor my hands on his shoulders and press my hips into his, I feel a spark of excitement when Wyatt hisses at the action.

His hands fall to my hips before he's pressing back, the whine that rings through the air after has a heat stirring inside of me. I press my head back into the pillow when his hips roll against mine, Wyatt takes advantage of my exposed neck to nibble at the flesh.

"Call me selfish but I don't want anyone else to touch after hearing all these noises," he rumbles against my neck, "Why would I want anyone to touch me when I have you." I call back with heavy breath. "Good point, and I'll make sure to make that clear tonight," He grunts before catching the skin of the throat with his dull human teeth. He rips a moan from me before his fingers slip under the band of my underwear.

I lift my hips encouraging him to pull them off, and he did. He takes them off slowly, but when he reaches my knees he stops to guide my legs into the air. Wyatt places a kiss to my calf before continuing to pull off my underwear.

I become breathless when I watch them be tossed to the floor. I jump when Wyatt nibbles at the back of my knees, "I could mark you here," He whispers. I watch him with baited breath as he opens my legs and moves up my body. He takes me by my wrist and presses it to my mouth just hard enough to feel his fangs, "Or here." He continues. His lips move further up my arm to the crease of my elbow before kissing there too, "Or even here," He adds.

"But I want to mark you here most of all, So bad." He moans slightly into the pulse of my neck. "But not tonight, tonight I'm going to have you. JUST have you." He finalized, before I could talk back his fingers made themselves known at the apex of my thighs.

"Gods!" I gasp when he traces every curve, my hands fly from his shoulder to the bedding and I grip them for dear life. Wyatt's free hand is quick to move them back to his shoulders, "Hold onto me, don't hold on to anything else, hold on to me." He demanded. It was that moment he chose to sink his finger into me.

"Wyatt!" I moan, "It's okay sweetness. I got you." he whispers. I hold onto him tightly as his finger moves in and out slowly, as soon as I get used to that he took me by surprise by adding another one. Slowly he now works two fingers in and out of me, until he adds a third one. With three fingers inside of me I moaned and gasped against Wyatt, especially when the tips of his fingers would brush against a sensitive spot inside of me.

When his fingers would brush against it my body would flare up, heat sinking into every muscle. It's only when I feel a push into a bundle of nerves do I really cry out, Wyatt presses his face into my neck as my nails dig into his shoulder blades.

The pressure of the nerves are worked in a small circle with each push of his fingers, it's enough to acknowledge a heavy pool resting in the lowest pit of my stomach. It's hot and feels like it could burst any second, but it only grows torturous as it only grows in size and heaviness.

That is until I come to a breaking point, The heavy pool becomes too much and it feels like I'm about to burst. I quickly close my legs but Wyatt keeps his hand firmly in place, "Wyatt!" I warn when he uses his free hand to push my trembling legs back open. "I know sweetness, I can feel it. Just let it go okay? Let go for me." He whispers soothingly, my mouth falls open as I do as he says.

The pool in my stomach flushes and tingles wash over my body. I let out a whine as the feeling takes me by storm, "That's it sweetness, that's a good girl." He soothes. The tingle doesn't go right away, so I sit there in a haze until my mind clears.

"Where did you learn that?" I question softly as Wyatt leans over me waiting patiently for me to come down from the high. "You'd be both surprised and disgusted at what all you find in the woods when campers leave." He chuckles.

I let out a laugh, "You learned from a porn magazines?" I scoff. Wyatt shot me a grin, "And a book!" He defended as if it would help his case. "Wow," I drawl sarcastically, "I didn't hear you complaining a few seconds ago." He growls teasingly, "I was a bit occupied to properly judge you," I hum out.

"Then let's keep it that way," He mumbles, pressing his lips to mine, I moan against the kiss and Wyatt lets out a growl. I trial my hands down his shoulders to his chest, then his stomach before reaching the hem of his boxers. "Careful," He whispers hushly, I silence him with a kiss before dipping my hand into his boxers.

Wyatt lets out a moan when I gently trace the tip of his member, I wrap my hand around his shaft and pump against it slowly. Wyatt's lips fall from mine when he presses his head into my neck, the arms holding him over me shake slightly.

"Easy, Easy. I can't finish until I've felt you at least once." He groans against me, yet I still continue to pump and I even go far to speed up. "(y/n)!" He warns, still I continue, "(y/n)!" He snarls, jerking away from me with glowing yellow eyes. "God such a temptation, a sin." He scowls as he tries to catch his breath.

"I should take you, I should take you like every instinct is screaming at me to do." He rumbles darkly, "But I'm going to stick to my word and love you." He breathes deeply. "However," He huffs, "Since you're so eager I'll let you choose, do you want it on your back or do you want to be on top?" He questions.

My body flares up at his words, every nerve in my body is on fire, "Can we do both?" I question meekly. "For you?" He scoffs, "Anything." he grins. "We'll start on your back. So open those pretty legs of yours." He smirks.

I flush at his flirty words, I watch as Wyatt pulls off his boxers and his member is finally shown. Feeling it is different from seeing it, the skin is a shade darker than his complexion but the tip is an angry crimson. He's thicker than I thought he'd look and the length is probably as big as my hand and fist put together.

I feel it's heat touch my core, the feeling causes my breath to get caught in my lungs. Wyatt rubs it over my slit slowly, the slick that has collected there soaks the head and shaft from tip to base. "Take a deep breath for me," He instructs softly, I do as he says but as soon as I do he pushes in. The breath he told me to take is forced right back out at the intrusion.

A whine tears from my throat, it's not unbearable, Wyatt's fingers had made sure of that. He doesn't move any further than he pushed in, he holds perfectly still waiting for me to collect myself.

I look up at Wyatt and he looks down at me softly, "I can take more, I want more." I whisper softly. Wyatt groans, "You're going to kill me at this rate," He grumbles. He lets out a sigh before adjusting his stance, "Deep breath," He instructs. Just like before I took my breath and as soon as I did Wyatt pushed in.

I feel more strain this time, my legs shake from the new pressure inside of me and Wyatt grips my legs tightly to keep from moving. I watch Wyatt's chest puff up and down as he tries to keep himself under wraps and just like before he waits. He waits until I tell him I can take more, and I did I took all he could give.

With Wyatt bottoming out he stayed still with his eyes closed, I soak up the heat of his body while gently tracing the lines of his tattoos. "Wyatt?" I call out after a minute, He hums quietly in response. "Can we start?" I whisper, I watch as his eyes slowly open to relive the brown storm within them.

He didn't reply, he only brought his hips back before rolling them back into mine. The new feeling has a gasp tumbling from lips, Wyatt watches carefully as he repeats the action. Slowly Wyatt gains more speed, by then moans fall from my lips freely.

Wyatt's hands comes to take mine in his, with my hands in his he laces them together and pushes them to the bed. "Wyatt," I moan, "I need you," I whine out pushing my hips into his. "Then you'll have me," He whispers before his pace increases again.

My hands squeezed his when I felt him strike against the sensitive spot inside me, "Wyatt!" I cry. "That's it (y/n), you're doing so good. You're being so good to me." He moans, I wrap my legs around Wyatt's waste as I feel the pool build up quicker than before. Wyatt hisses slightly, "god" Wyatt grunts.

My legs shake as the pressure becomes intense, "Come on (y/n) let go for me, I got you. Just let go." He whispers. Wyatt's hips thrusted against me hard before the pool in my stomach flushed, my legs shook around him when it all washed over me. Wyatt's groans sounded out above me as his hands held onto me tightly.

The tingling and fuzziness came on stronger this time, this time my vision blurred for a second. I hold onto Wyatt's hands tighter just to remind myself he was there and eventually it all fades, leaving me more tired than before.

"Are you okay (y/n)?" he called softly, I took a deep breath and nodded with a slight smile. "Do you wanna go again? Or are you good?" he chuckles, "I could go one more time, besides you told me I could be on top." I laugh. Wyatt smirks down at me, "Have it your way then," He grunts as he suddenly flips us over. I yelp when I suddenly find myself meeting cold air rather than being pressed between the bed and Wyatt's warm body.

Wyatt chuckles as he sits up and presses his chest to mine, his movement causes a shift where we connect and it has me trembling. The new depth he reaches doesn't help either. Wyatt's hands pirch themselves on my backside before giving it a firm squeeze. I shot him a glare as he shot me a cheeky smile, apologetically he placed a soft kiss to the flesh of my breast.

I take a deep breath before rolling my hips against his, A moan falls from the both of us at the feeling. Wyatt grips onto me harder as his head falls back, I place my hands on his shoulder for leverage. I start slowly but eventually the speed picks up, it's not fast by any means but it's enough to get things going.

Wyatt's hip starts to thrust back into mine and has the both of us moaning. The pool builds for a third time and it has the air leaving my lungs, I dig my nails into Wyatt's shoulders as it comes closer and closer. Wyatt let out a deep moan from the sting but his eyes caught mine.

"One more time, let go for me one more time." He moans, My legs shake as I get closer and closer. "Wyatt, bite me." I whisper, instantly his hips still against mine. "You don't know what you're saying, I'm not going to bite you," He huffs as he catches his breath. "I'm not asking you to mark me Wyatt, just bite me hard enough to show." I whisper comfortingly. "I know you have needs too," I add softly.

Wyatt takes a deep breath, "Okay, Okay." He whispers and before I know it I'm back on my back. I yelp as Wyatt tosses one leg over his shoulder before leaning forward and thrusting his hips. My arms wrap around him quickly as his thrust becomes fast and demanding.

"I know, I know I said I love you," He whines out as he presses his head into the groove of my shoulder. "But you've tempted me and I'm giving in, so bare with me. Just this once." Hr whispers, he doesn't say anything else as he pulls his head away just enough for me to see glowing eyes.

The pool that was built before bursts, My vision goes blurry as all I can feel is Wyatt's pressure and heat. I moan loudly, unable to do anything but that until the buzz fades, when my vision's cleared Wyatt looks down at me in awe, his necklace glowing brighter than before...much like when power is being added to it.

Wyatt opens his mouth but the only thing that comes out is a moan, "I'm so close, so close (y/n)." He wines. "Come on Wyatt, bite me." I encourage, he doesn't need to be told twice as he latches on to my thigh. I gasp at the feel of his teeth, it's not as painful as I thought it would be. He's most likely holding back, the safer option for the both of us.

When he pulls back from the bite, he pulls away completely. I watch with wide eyes as Wyatt's release coats over the both of us, I glance up at Wyatt to see him in a haze and I smile up at him when he comes around.

"Hey Handsome," I whisper, he hums and leans down to press a kiss into my lips. "Hey sweetness," He mumbles pulling away slightly, "hey yourself," I giggle running my hand through his slightly damp hair. He lets out a sound of bliss and leans into my touch, "Lets get cleaned up a bit hm?" I smile. Wyatt nods quietly before standing before the bed, he grabs his boxers and a scrap of clothing.

I watch him wipe himself off before putting on boxers, he grabs a few more things before walking back to the bed. Carefully he wipes off my stomach before tossing the scrap of clothing into a basket before helping me into my underwear. Once on he hands me a shirt and I laugh when I see it's one of his.

Slowly I pull it over my head before laying back in the bed as Wyatt falls in beside me. "Are you okay? I know your bruise is still healing and I know I got a bit rough towards the end." He whispers, "I feel fine," I muse blissfully. "Great actually," I laugh, Wyatt laughs along with me as he wraps an arm around my waist.

"I'm glad I was able to please," He mumbles into my shoulder, "But tomorrow we're gonna have to get up early to wash off at the showers before someone sees us." He grunts as he pulls down the blankets and pulls it over us.

"That's okay, but you might have to carry me though. The soreness is already setting in." I joke, Wyatt shot straight up in a panic. "NO! I'm only joking!" I laugh into my pillow, Wyatt grunts and falls back onto the bed in a huff.

"So...I wanna ask you something?" He mumbles as his fingers trace long my arm, I hum over to him telling him to continue as I relax into his touch. "The last time you...you know...Your eyes glowed this intense green and then there was this string of light coming from your mouth and it went straight to my moonstone. I felt...amazing after, like you gave me power." He explains softly. My eyes widen and I turn over to look at him, "I remember your eyes glowing too, but I just passed it off as a heat of the moment thing," I gasp.

I tilt my head as realization dawned on me, "What?" Wyatt calls. "We just performed an energy transfer," I whisper in awe, "A...Energy Transfer?" He questions slowly. "I didn't know it was possible for a werewolf and Witch. Typically two Witches will tigger their magic and through sexual intercourse they pass power to one another." I explain.

"It's not used often for obvious reasons, and I didn't know I could do it so naturally like that because I've only read about it. They made it sound a lot more complicated in the books." I sigh, "So basically you power to my moonstone because we were both in the heat of the moment?" He sums. "Pretty much," I giggle, Wyatt hums before leaning back onto the bed.

"It felt good, it felt different, but good at the same." He whispers, "It also felt good to bite you," He teases baring his fangs. I slap his chest and laugh, Wyatt grins at me before kissing the top of my head. "Speaking of, let's see how bad I did." He sighs, lifting my leg and pulling up the hem of his shirt.

It didn't look too bad, It looked more like a hickey with teeth marks. I could see his human teeth left an impression but his fangs left two long lines that looked more like scratches than anything. "Not too bad my love, you were surprisingly gentle." I muse as he slowly lowers my legs. "Didn't want to hurt you," He mumbles into my shoulder, Wyatt lets a yawn right after. "Get some sleep my love, there lots to do tomorrow." I whisper before closing my eyes to get some sleep of my own.