Romance: Tied To The Wolf: BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Romance (Werewolf Romance, BBW Paranormal Romance, Shifter Romance) Read Free Page B

and well toned body and bronze tanned skin. His torso was clothed in a well-fitted black button up, collar flared away from his throat to expose pronounced dips of his collar bone and the hint of muscled flesh beneath.
    Broad shoulders sank into a strong figure and trim waist, dipping into hipbones that shifted with every step in an elegant way. Gray slacks gripped to his legs comfortably and as he stepped, Ceci couldn’t help but marvel at the silent way his body passed through the space.
    “Good morning,” he spoke.
    Cecilia’s eyes fluttered as she registered his greeting, mouth becoming dry. Unable to speak, she simply tightened her lips into a wan smile and gave him a small nod.
    His eyes crinkled somewhat, peering at her with some sheepishness. “Did you sleep well?”
    “Uh…” Cecilia began, shifting away from him the further he stepped into the room.
    “Yes?”
    He paused in the center of the room, much to her gratitude. Cecilia pushed herself up to sit against the headboard, her back flush against plushy pillows and the cool surface of dark wood.
    “Where am I?”
    “In my home,” he answered easily.
    “There was nowhere else I could take you.”
    Finally it seemed to sink in that something bad had happened… and her mind struggled to sort it through the soup that made up her brain. Cecilia scowled, shaking her head gently.
    “Take it easy,” the man said.
    “You banged yourself up pretty bad. You may have even gotten a concussion…”
    “What happened?”
    His face darkened somewhat and Cecilia tried to swallow back a fit of nerves. “You were… attacked.”
    “Attacked?” Why couldn’t she remember?”
    He nodded, a muscle worked in his jaw tightly.
    “So you don’t recall?” it sounded more like a statement rather than a question.
    Cecilia nodded anyway, unsure whether to answer or to be more wary of this man.
    “That’s to be expected,” the man said, lifting a broad hand to push at the black locks that framed his cheeks.
    The movement was so… pretty… that Cecilia couldn’t help but stare. “You had quite a scare.”
    A strange pounding began in her head, made Cecilia let out a soft groan. Her fingers rose to press against her temple, flinching when she felt bandages wrapped around her head.
    “How do you feel?” the man asked.
    “Like I’ve been hit by a truck,” Cecilia muttered. His lips curled into a half smile.
    “Unsurprisingly,” he said.
    “Do you have any problems remembering anything?”
    The question made Ceci consider her memories. For a moment, she focused on the details of her life that brought her a semblance of comfort. My name is Cecilia, I live in the town of Mountainview. I’m a waitress at… at…?
    “I…” Ceci mouthed, her headache pounding harder.
    “I can’t remember much at all…”
    “Do you remember your name?”
    That was an easy answer. With a tiny nod, Ceci glanced back up at him, “Cecilia…”
    “Cecilia,” he parroted.
    “It’s a pretty name.”
    She didn’t know how to reply to that. To her relief, he didn’t wait for her to do so.
    “I’m Aaron. I won’t bore you with my last name,” he said with a small grin.
    “It’s pretentious enough as it is unspoken.”
    His attempt at humor wasn’t lost on her and she even managed to give him a meek smile in response.
    “I’m…” Cecilia began, her fingers finding the edge of the blanket, fiddling on an embroidered design nervously.
    “I’m sorry… I can’t offer anything else.”
    “Its fine,” Aaron said, shaking his head.
    “I’m actually pretty impressed… I wasn’t expecting you to be so… composed.”
    Cecilia could share the sentiment easily. She was surprised herself at her complete lack of rash reactions. Then again, she had never really been the kind of person that overreacted. Still, this was sort of the situation that merited some kind of exclamation… right?
    After some time of just sitting in silence, Ceci struggled to say anything else.