Consequences for Madison

Chapter 5

Honesty

(Madison’s pov)

I blushed. I’ve never shared a bed with a guy other than Jackson, but he’s like a protective brother and we only snuggled. I always slept better in Jackson’s arms. I felt comfortable talking to Mathias, so I kept talking as long as he was willing to engage, commenting, “That’s different.” He rolled to his side, faced me and asked, “You're in my bed tonight, how’s it different?”

I scrunched my brows and commented, “I’m not attracted to you, and you’re not attracted to me.” He smiled and smirked, “If that’s what you want to believe.” I gasped, “Wow, don’t you think highly of yourself?” Damn, he is so sexy! He smirked. I rubbed my eyes and yawned, feeling exhausted from the therapy games. Why am I comfortable with him?

He looked over his shoulder at the alarm clock, “We have just under an hour until dinner, why don’t you rest?” He placed his cuffed hand on my cuffed hand, our fingers intertwined as an electric feeling from the bed shocked my hand. Not enough to cause pain but to remind me not to rub my hands on the bed cover, then touch my face. My eyelids got heavy, and I drifted off into the darkness.

Communication (Mathias’ pov)

Gently rubbing Madison’s arm until she woke up, I smiled while she looked up to find me wiggling, “Sorry to wake you, I need to use the bathroom,” I whispered. She nodded and crawled off the bed and followed me to the bathroom. Standing outside the door, she yawned and stretched her cuffed arm into the room while I relieved myself.

I would have liked to rub one off, but I wasn’t comfortable with her standing so close. After I flushed the toilet, I walked to the counter and washed my hands as she whined in a soft voice with her head hung down, “I have to go too.” I stood outside the small room as she sat on the toilet. Damn her legs are muscular. After washing her hands, she asked, “Is everything okay?”

I nodded towards the shower, “How is that going to work?” She leaned her head against my shoulder and surprised me as a yawn escaped her cute lips, “We both grew up with people shifting, seeing naked bodies is common. We’ll have to shower together. Can you imagine being cuffed to a dude?” I coughed, “True. Well, I’m comfortable as long as you are.” She responded as we walked to the bedroom, “Besides, most of the girls you’ve been with are better looking than me, there’s nothing you haven’t seen.” I laughed. She has no idea how hot she is.

Finding Solutions (Madison’s pov)

We returned to the large room with the rest of the cuffed pairs for dinner. We were the last pair to arrive. We observed the room. Four square tables sat in the middle, chairs were stacked against a wall and random buckets placed randomly. Mathias looked at me, nodded his head and we walked to get our chairs, then walked around the room collecting silverware, shakers, a plate and napkins.

Noticing our cuffed hands constantly bounced off each other when we walked, I wondered what he would do if I held his hand to stop the electric shock coming from the carpet?

A couple of the prison pairs followed our lead. I found it funny how they followed Mathias, our next Alpha, as if they needed his permission. Once a minion, always a minion. We’re all equally stuck here. Sitting quietly at our table waiting for the food, a pair of guys sat with us. We made introductions and watched as other pairs collected their items until the guards arrived with large serving dishes placed on a round table.

Leaning into Mathias, I whispered, “Buffet style?” He smiled, then we grabbed our plates and walked the round table dishing up food. We sat and ate quietly. Everyone seemed to be observant, waiting for someone to change the tide. This is typically when I say or do something for a laugh, but before I could react, the guards arrived, grabbed chairs, collected their items, and ate talking in a foreign language.

Prison Partners (Mathias’ pov)

After dinner, as we returned to our room, I felt her hand hold mine. Following her lead, I didn’t say anything. It felt nice holding her hand. As we entered our room, we found a new schedule; our days would start at 6:00 am. We decided to rise at 5:15 am for a shower and getting ready in the mornings because we both agreed it was going to take us longer than expected to figure out how to complete tasks until we had a routine.

Preparing for bed, we brushed our teeth and rotated, relieving ourselves in the toilet room before returning to bed. I was surprised when she began to strip in front of me without hesitation. I couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of my eye. Her body is muscular with all the right curves. Thank the Moon Goddess that her pj shorts and top leave little to the imagination. Why are there random bruises covering her legs?

She waited for me to finish getting undressed, wearing only a pair of shorts, then I crawled into bed snuggling up against me. She didn’t ask or complain when I wrapped my arm around her. I pulled her into me, our bodies melted together. I was comfortable and relaxed. She whispered, “Good night prison partner.”

Teamwork (Mathias’ pov)

Waking up after a restful night, we started our bathroom routine with toilet rotations and brushing our teeth. Madison leaned into the shower and turned on the water. I admit I was nervous about taking a shower with her, but without hesitation, she started stripping. Her confidence in her body is a turn on. I followed her lead into the shower.

She closed her eyes and stood under the water getting her long brown hair wet, giving me the opportunity to observe more of her body, following the water roll down her curves. Was I actually jealous of the water? She opened her gorgeous green eyes and rotated our bodies, giving me a chance to get under the water while she rubbed shampoo in her hair.

We kept rotating and completing our showers. I’m the one who’s sexually experienced, yet am I following her lead? Her wordless actions were turning me on. I tried to control my breathing and my erection with little success. She handed me the bar of soap and I covered my body with bubbles, trying not to get even more turned on, wishing she was touching me.

While I was under the water, she caressed my back with soapy bubbles. Her touch was soft and erotic. When I washed the soap off, she got under the water and I caressed her body with bubbles. Struggling to control my hormones, I left a couple of kisses on her shoulder. She simply turned her head and I saw a smile. Is she not turned on?

Truth (Madison’s pov)

Getting dressed, I noticed Mathias kept looking at me, his smirk showed he liked what he saw, or he could be comparing me to his w***e and wish he had gotten a different partner. I hope the next 29 days roll by and I’m able to stay pure for my mate. Why are I attracted to him?

Our morning meeting brought another shocker when the sexy guard announced that our first week would keep us full-time at the facility. My plans of seeing Jackson tonight have been evoked.

Our daily routine at the facility continued with Mathias and me overcoming challenges. The controlled environment limited distractions from our everyday lives, making me nervous about the upcoming weeks back at school. Wait, where will we sleep when we get back home? I noticed Mathias and I were becoming more comfortable around each other, we rarely argued unless we were being competitive. We held hands walking around and during meals, he would wrap me in his arms when we rested and our private conversations revealed our true selves. Or at least the truth that we're willing to share.

He asked about my bruises. I answered for the first time with the truth, “My stepdad and I don’t get along, he’s verbally abusive towards my mom and uses me as a punching bag. Oh, and he’s a bastard when he’s drunk.” Mathias growled, pulling me into a hug. He whispered as he kissed the top of my head, “No one will hurt you again.” I appreciated his protective nature. I can’t believe I told him about my stepdad. I have never told anyone other than my best friends.

Compromise (Madison’s pov)

Our 9th day at the facility introduced real-world challenges of school, social life and training. We talked about trying to prepare for expected complications. Our school schedules were adapted for the remainder of the school year so we could attend classes together. We agreed that we would sleep in his room at the pack house and he’d drive us to school, since there was no way of being separated.

PE was removed from our schedules, letting us avoid changing in separate rooms, but then there was training. We spent more of our free time practicing shifting and jogging together. Running was not easy, in fact, we stumbled a lot getting distracted by smells and the outdoors. We struggled, then figured out how to train in our human forms by fighting together and working as a larger two-headed beast.

I felt confident about living outside the facility, but nervous about how everyone was going to react to us being cuffed together. Leaving the facility, I noticed that Whitney was no longer part of the group. She probably cracked under pressure, she’s so weak.