As we near the room I already ate the bacon that was forcibly shoved into my mouth. All I have to say is Koda can make damn good bacon.

So now I lazily rest my head upon Greyson's shoulder as he still holds me close to his body.

I focus on the sound of his breathing, the way he inhales and exhales. It's soothing to listen to.

Would it be bad of me if I fell asleep again, even if I just woke up?

My eyes find themselves droopy, struggling to keep opening after a blink.

But suddenly the warmth of Greyson leaves my body as I'm thrown. Quickly I start to panic as and my stomach does a flip. A huge flip.

I land onto the soft mattress of the bed, looking up only to see a smirking Greyson. Can you believe he had the audacity to throw me on the bed?

Throwing my hand over my heart, I pant heavily as the panic starts to reside.

Shooting Greyson a death glare, I ease my way under the duvet. Wrapping myself in the comfortable cocoon. I sigh contently nestling myself deeper into my pillow.

I just really want to go back to sleep.

"What do you think you're doing?" Greyson asks, but amusement is evident in his voice.

Clenching my eyes shut, "Sleeping. You can join me if you'd like," I say never opening my eyes. I mean I won't object if he decides to curl up next to me. Shit, that'd help me go to sleep faster.

When I feel the bed dip down next to me, I smile.

Though, he doesn't wrap his arms around me. I'm just met with a hot breath on the back of my neck, "Why sleep when there's other things on the to do list?" He huskily states.

I reach back blindly, trying to find his mouth so I can shush him. But I just end up smacking him making me smile slightly. He grunts from the force of my hit, "Shh time for sleep." I say rolling away from him to where my back is facing him.

Please comply, I plead inside my head relaxing so I can fall asleep.

But as soon as I am about to drift into blissful sleep, I feel hot lips make contact with my jaw. Resisting the urge to move, and or snap my eyes open. I just sit there, motionless just like this morning.

Greyson grips my hips bringing me closer to him, as he makes his way down my neck. He leaves a hot trail of tingles where he leaves off.

Im just about to squirm from his grasp, but his lips go dangerously close to my mark. I stiffen. When he touched it this morning, it made my whole body set on fire. Will that happen again?

He smirks cheekily against my skin, feeling me stiffen.

But then, that's when his lips travel to my mark. Lightly I feel his soft lips place onto the dark mark at the base of my neck. My body suddenly ignites. If I thought him touching it was something, this was a hell of a lot better.

I feel as if my body is baking under the covers, as gasps and groans escape my lips. Greyson continues in the spot as I throw the covers off of me, feeling too hot.

Immense amount of pleasure radiates through my body as Greyson pulls me under him so he hovers above me.

Gripping the front of his the tshirt desperately, wanting nothing other than his lips upon mine. He senses the need I've conjured up, and dislodges from my neck. Immediately the fire burning in my body stops, though it's replaced as Greyson crashes his lips to mine.

Instantly I grab onto the hem of his shirt, raising it up quickly.

He's sees what I'm trying to do, and smiles as I can't seem to get it past his shoulder blades.

He's mocking me, I can tell.

Momentarily he disconnects he kiss to rip off his shirt. As he throws it across the room I have time to ogle at his muscles. I rake my eyes up his body, to his face. Enjoying the view slowly.

Greyson rolls his eyes as me, quickly arching his back to reconnect our kiss. My hands seem to be pulled to his torso, as if it was screaming 'touch me.' So that's what I did.

As my hands roam around his body, his hands start to grab at the material of my shirt.

I'm too entranced by the kiss to really react, dazed and confused they say.

But as the shirt gets halfway up my stomach, the dull ache in my lower back makes an appearance.

Perfect timing, I think sarcastically. Though it's only dull, I can handle it.

But of course, nothing goes good for me. And immediate pain shoots to my spinal cord, worse pain than the time before. Feeling as if someone is snapping it in half.

So in the moment of pain, my jaw reflexes and I bite down harshly onto Greyson's lip. I hear a nice ripping noise as he instantly pulls back.

My eyes widen as he pulls his hand to his lips, and pulls back examining his hand. Once he makes eye contact with me, I look to his hand. What I witness is blood. Red, thick blood blanketing his finger tips.

He stares at me with a concerning look.

I just bit into his lip, drawing blood.

Greyson opens his mouth to question me, but my back suddenly constricts with the pain. My back arches incredibly, making me look like I'm having an exorcism.

I hear sharp screams, and it takes me a while to notice those are my screams.

Tears escape my eyes as my back arches, constricts, and contorts. "I'm here Willa," I can make out Greyson's soothing voice in between my screams.

"Make it stop! Make it stop!" I plead to anyone who can help it stop, though I don't think anyone can. My spine cracks and crumbles as I flail on the bed mattress.

Suddenly I hear a soft, "Okay," before Greyson softly pushes me back down to the bed, holding me in place. Even if my body wants to constrict with pain, it can't budge against his strength.

I scream, I cry, I plead, though my spine feels as if it's splitting.

But as soon as I think to myself I'm going to die, the pain disappears. Almost instantly, and is replaced with a new subtle pain in my neck.

Panting, I quickly feel Greyson's teeth back in my flesh where my mark is. Though the pain this time is small, almost nonexistent. Now I just feel, warm and fuzzy. Instead of fearing if my life is ending.

Though blood still runs violently down my collarbone.

When he pulls back, the pain in my spine is already forgotten.

Just like the first time, he gently lifts my head replacing the pillow beneath my head. I barely catch a glimpse of the blood stained pillowcase. "What happened?" I rasp out, from all of the screaming.

Greyson still hovers above me, though his mischievous light that's always hidden in his face isn't there. "You scared me little one," he laughs with no humor behind it.

He looks away kissing the palm of my hand, "Hey I'm alright now." I reassure him, but I barely believe it myself.

"You took away the pain. I'm alright Grey." He nods and his bottom lip puckers slightly, still covered in blood. Either from me biting him, or him biting me. "Come here," I softly tell him wrapping my arms around his neck.

Instantly he responds by wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me close to him. He buries his head in the crook of my neck. The one he didn't bite.

He inhales my scent deeply, "You scared me so damn much." He mumbles against my skin.

"I know, I know. I-I don't know what happened. It just appeared all of the sudden," I think. "What happened?" I repeat myself.

"Maybe this is an after effect of marking a human mate?" He thinks out loud, "There aren't many human and werewolf mates." This makes me smile softly for some reason, "You're one in a billion Willa." He tells me, lightly kissing my neck.

Soon enough I fall asleep, with my arms wrapped around Greyson. His arms wrapped around me.

~~~

Suddenly I wake up from the morning nap, but there's no presence next to me. I take a deep breath patting the bed next to me making sure he's not there.

Just as I though, he's not.

"...it'll happen soon." I hear Greyson's distant voice. Making me wonder who he's talking to, how he even got out of bed without me knowing.

I try to pry open my eyes, but the headache mustering in my head tells me otherwise.

Groaning I cringe, the pulsating ache radiating through my brain.

"She's awake, talk to you later." Greyson says quickly, a whoosh of air following after. "Hey little one," his voice comes from beside me suddenly.

Damned werewolf speed.

He kisses my hairline suddenly. He sits next to me on the bed, from the sudden weight denting the bed telling me so.

Rubbing my head, I refuse to open my eyes.

"Who were you talking to?" I whisper out.

He strokes my arm soothingly, "Ah it was just my mother. I was telling her about you," Grey tells me even though I can sense something else hidden in his words.

I don't bother to question him about it, even if it's at the back of my mind telling me to push him for answers. But I mentally wave it off.

"Okay," I whisper trying to not let my suspiciousness get the best of me.