trying to decide whether she should go through with seeing him or not. Remembering the blood, the pain he suffered and Keegan knew she couldn’t risk never doing this. Some things needed to be said and done before a person gave up. Raising a gloved fist she banged against the door of his house and ignored the chill that settled into her bones as snow melted in her hair and against her face. Her heart was racing and all she wanted was for Matt to be okay with how things were now. She needed to see for her self once again that he was fine outside of a hospital and back at work.
The light clicked on by the door and she could hear the locks turning. The door opened to reveal the haggard looking Matt. He was standing in the door way in a pair of sweat pants, his stomach still covered in motley of bruises but the worst of wounds were healed. Heavy pink scars crossed his abdomen and his neck. The shifter genes healed the worst of it before the first moon. Despite the scars, the darks rings around his eyes and the way his shoulders slumped, Matthew Hollis was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on.
“Keegan, what are you doing here?” He leaned against the side of the door waiting for her answer.
She licked her chapped lips and gave up trying to ignore the urges that continued to surface every time she was alone with Matt. She wrapped her arms around him and loosened her hold at his grunt of pain. She let out a happy sigh when he mimicked the motion and held her tight at the waist.
Keegan let her freezing hands rest on his cheeks and she looked up at him with wide brown eyes, “I needed to be sure you were okay. I just,” she shook her head. “I just needed you.”
Matt stood frozen in the entry way of his house before he pulled Keegan felt his grip tighten and pull her inside. As soon as the door was shut he pressed Keegan against the door and tilted her head back, his lips pressing hot against hers.
She let out a wild moan as his hands yanked and pulled at her scarf and the zipper of her jacket. His tongue delved across her lips and into her mouth. Her hands tugged at the hem of her shirt trying to get it up and over her head. A second set of hands tugged at the fabric gently before it was gone and her cool skin was pressed against the warmth of his. She could feel the raised scars against her belly and the ridges at his throat under her fingertips. Her frantic movements slowed as she traced them softly.
“I’m fine,” He whispered against her lips and he pulled her as close as he could manage by her belt loops. “I’m alive and that’s all that matters right now.”
Keegan shook her head. She let her fingers trail along the motley of bruises marring his skin. She pressed feather light kisses to the dark scars across his neck before she was slowly kneeling before him. She rested her cheek against his belly. Her nose pressed against the smooth warmth of his skin and inhaling the scent of him. She pressed her lips to the bottom of the claw like scars. Her fingertips dipped below the elastic of his sweatpants as she held on to him. Her breath ghosted across the marks leaving damp reminders of her presence.
“Keeg,” Matt spoke her name in a breathless whisper. His hands moved from the tangles of her hair and up to her shoulders. “Come here. Please”
Keegan stood up with tears in her eyes. She still couldn’t believe what had happened to him. She just wanted to make everything right again. She let Matt pull her from the hallway and into his bedroom. He nudged her to sit at the foot of the bed and she watched as he kneeled. His fingers worked effortlessly to pull the laces free from her boots. He slipped her shoes and socks off before his hands were brushing from her ankles up to her thighs.
Her breath caught in her chest as his fingers freed the buckle of her belt followed by the button of her slacks. His hands were rough against her legs as he pulled her slacks off. His callused fingertips dragged against the most sensitive of places causing her to gasp in