For You 

Alex's POV

I woke up in an unfamiliar room. The room was dark, but sunlight was streaming through the little slits in between the curtains. The walls looked a dark blue, and whoever this person was... had a very big bed. My heart started racing as I thought of the worst. I looked down and to my relief, I was dressed. 

A man came bursting through the door and he smelled of food. My stomach growled at that thought. I blushed, embarrassed. He came closer and my heart started beating faster again. But even though I couldn't see this man's face I could see his body. A shirt that outlined his six-pack. Long legs. It was Francisco...

All the memories came flooding back to me and I sighed with relief. I was away from my father, and hopefully, never have to go back. His nostrils flared and his eyes filled with lust as he growled. Could he smell my arousal? No, impossible. The human nose isn't strong enough for that.

What if he's not human? My brain asked me, and I rolled my eyes. Okay, what am I, six? Of course he's human! Those big canines told me different... then all I saw was familiar blackness...

"Alex... are you...-wake?" I heard a deep voice call to me. I groaned and turned my head towards the noise. It sounded familiar. Then the memories came flooding to me once again. I kept my eyes closed and stayed absolutely still. "I know you're awake," Francisco cockily said and I couldn't keep the huge smile off my face. I opened my eyes to find him smiling adoringly at me.

Comfortable silence filled the room and I saw him steal quick glances at me once and a while. My tummy chose that moment to growl with all it's force and he was soon laughing at me. I rolled over and buried my face into one of the pillows that smelt of Francisco. "You probably already know what I'm going to ask, but... do you have anything to eat?" I asked him, mildly embarrassed. When I looked at him he was smiling at me again. "I haven't eaten in about 2 days," I added and his face turned sinister. He growled, and I grew scared.

He must have saw my distress because his whole demeanor changed, and he cradled me into his huge chest while stroking my hair. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. I'll be right back with your food, okay?" He asked sweetly and I nodded and smiled a little at him. He stared at me for a moment, then he softly kissed my forehead.

I laid back into the soft comforter and stared at the ceiling. I heard hurried footsteps downstairs and I smiled. Who knew he was so caring? Then the door burst open and I raised my head shocked. He was back with 2 plates crammed with various foods. Toast, sausage, bacon, eggs, hash-browns, ham, all the good stuff. And a whole jug of Orange Juice. I laughed as he set them on the bed carefully. He brought a folded table and placed everything on it. "Here you go," he breathed out and watched me intently. 

"Um, thanks," I told him unsure. I scooted closer to it and looked down shyly. "can you not stare at me while I eat, please? It's kind of uncomfortable." I said to the ground and he nodded, laughed but complied. When I was down I laid my head down on his shoulder. "Thank you, Fran." I told him, giving him his new nickname. 

He looked down at me and shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. "You already said that." I shook my head and looked him in the eyes. "Not for that... for getting me away," he understood and nodded, his eyes tightening. "I'd do anything for you," he said so softly I barely heard him.

Our eyes locked and I felt a light tug pull me closer to him. My eyes drifted towards his lips every few seconds and I saw his do the same. His eyes flickered close and mine closed as soon as our lips touched.

Francisco's POV

A shock passed through me as our lips connected. It was hard keeping my wolf at bay and this sure as hell didn't help. Doesn't mean it had to stop, right? Her lips fitted perfectly against mine. Her body was perfect for me. After all, she was

made for me. How could I not see how sexy my little mate was? Was I really that self absorbed? I would change for her, and I will.

My hands started roaming her body on their accord and I thought I should stop but the noises she made in the back of her throat kept me going. Her hands drifted up my chest, my muscles tightening while she did, and locked her arms around my neck pulling on my hair, yanking me closer.

My hands were rubbing her lower back and her back arched unintentionally pressing herself closer to me. I felt my body come alive. My wolf was coming out again. She got up and straddled me and kissed me harder. I groaned with the pleasure of it. My hands slid inside her shirt and as soon as I felt her smooth, warm skin, I was lost.

I was more than ready to continue this, but she wasn't. I knew this much. I wanted her first time to be magical and be everything she could have wished for. I wish I would've waited. But... was

this her first time? What if that bastard took advantage of her more than one way?

We pulled away and I laid her down and kissed her forehead softly. She smiled up at me and snuggled in closer. Soon she was asleep, and I took off my shirt and jeans. I undressed her, trying not to get to lustful just looking at her, and put one of my shirts on her and put the covers over both of us. I sighed, and am pretty sure, that smile stayed there the entire time I was asleep.