by Sky Wilde
“I felt something growling inside me. But the other side, as you say, I didn’t feel it.” He put in. I give a stiff nod. If he is so in sync with his hunter side that he didn’t notice it, then he is going to be powerful when his dormancy wears off and power surfaces.
My aunt claps her hand once, calling the maids. They bring in some plates and place a lot of them in front of me. “I can’t possibly eat these much plates.”
She smirks and I, with a frown, open one of them. To find my favourite. Chocolate ice cream. Yey! I squeal as I open them all, one by one. More chocolate dishes... a variety of them, from ice creams to puddings and even some kind of a creepy squishy brown-mesh. This night has just gotten so much better.
I can feel Grey watching me with a dreamy gaze. I point to his dessert, a chocolate shake, and he pushes it towards me with a smile. I squeal and moan from the taste as I sip it. This is one of the finest I have ever tasted.
My aunt clears her throat and pushes something to me. With a hopeful expression that it is her dessert, I open the plate. To find two tickets. I am slightly displeased by them not being the ice cream I wanted. I look at her ice cream with doll eyes, and she shakes her head.
“Six desserts are enough... for today.” I sigh and take the tickets. I read them and find that they are tickets to... “Wisconsin?” I ask.
My aunt nods. “My gift for completing your bond.” Wow... A trip to the other side of country. A trip from... here– I don’t know which state I am currently in, but somewhere away from Phoenix, if I were to guess— to Wisconsin. Cool.
“Umm... What exactly do we get to do there?” I put in. If I know something clear, it is that football is very popular there. My dad was a football lover.
My aunt giggles with a hand to her mouth. And, Grey laughs... Why...
I cock my head at them. Grey winks to me and adds, “Consider this a vacation of sorts. From what I know, you never went anywhere out of Phoenix, right?” I nod.
“Where exactly are we going to stay mother?” Grey asks. She pulls out her phone and taps something, pushing it toward him. He skims through something.
I never had a phone. Smart phones, internet, video games, everything was banned from my home. Except TV— but with most channels locked. Grey caught that thought and billows, “We will get a phone first then.”
Ouch... I mouth, ‘You are still loud.’
He gives me another apologetic look and squeezes my thigh. He focuses on the phone in hand, but I utterly lose my focus from his touch... Wow, what a single touch can do...
He nods and pushes the phone toward my aunt.
“So, when does this start?” I ask.
“Tomorrow morning.” My aunt supplies the answer with ease. I got to eat five more desserts ... and maybe steal some more from the kitchen, and pack my stuff, and figure out about my mate’s both sides for tonight, and wake up early...
I frown and Grey matches it this time.
“Where is this vacation going to be in Wisconsin?” I got to ask this, because I really don’t know where Wisconsin is at all.
“Three lakes. Just northwest of Green bay.”
I nod, not knowing where it is.
“Northwest of Chicago.” She adds for my sake, seeing the plain emotion on my face. I nod, not knowing where it is too— but at least I have heard of it.
“That is one hell of a big city. You don’t know where it is?” Surprise runs clear in her voice. I shake my head, confirming her question. She sighs.
“So Three lakes, you brought a boat house there, didn’t you?” Grey asks, and moves his hand back to my thigh. My breath hitches and I flutter my eyelashes.
“Yes, for your ‘Vacation’.” She punctuates the word vacation with air quotes. “Very private. Very secluded. Natural. And no disturbances. A good place for your vacation.”
I cock my head at that. “Why is the word vacation special?”
Grey gives a lopsided grin to me on hearing it, but doesn’t give out anything else. They both let me finish all the sugar overloads. After my fifth, I persuade my aunt to give me her cup. I pout and was about to put on a tantrum when she sighs and gave in.
“Really... You are worse than Grey, December. Just don’t let all these ruin your vacation.”
She smiles at me when she adds, “You must stop acting like a child. Newly mated couples are expected to have children... sooo, no child like behaviour from now.”
I feel my cheeks warm. Children. Do I want children of my own when I am nineteen? I don’t know... But, if I get children, I will be a better mom than my own. Grey gives an assuring pat to my thigh saying that he will wait. Will I wait? I am not sure... With such a hot eye candy by my side, can I wait? Can I resist his strong beasty body?
Whatever.
I am happy. So happy that I get to spend a week with my mate. A happy vacation.
Damn... what is with the word vacation?
When we walk back to his room... our room. He abruptly pulls me in and closes the door and pins me to it, with my arms above and lips crashing against mine. He is fierce when it comes to me. I bring out his wild side, as he does for me.
I moan against his mouth when his hands go lower and caress my breasts through the dress. I moan out my agreement and my desire for more, to him. He groans and pulls back, still holding my hands above me. I am almost tip-toeing to stand, my hands and legs stretched. His hands holding me up like I was a toddler who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
His eyes are icy blue when it focuses on mine. “You put us through hell during the dinner. Wearing this dress...” He leans closer to me, “You are being a bad girl. Do you want to be punished?” His voice turns me on more than the situation.
I nod, remembering how weirdly it felt good when he spanked me.
He spanks me and I yelp from the sudden pain. I glare at him... as best as I can when being turned on... and he slings me over his shoulder and carries me to the bed.
Yup, he doesn’t mind the poor little girl on his shoulder, kicking her legs and screaming.
Not from fear. But from anticipation per se.
He lays me down, surprisingly gently and presses his body against me. I expect the weight to be... like weight, heavy. But it is kind of light and is intimate in a way. I like his weight on me. He pins my hands once again above my head and starts devouring my lips. When he finally breaks off the kiss, I murmur, “I have been a bad girl. Please, punish me.”
I am done with all this teasing. He is pushing me to the brink of that golden pleasure wave with only touches.
What would I do when he puts other things to use...?
His irises flash back to green for a second before settling in icy blue and again switch to green for a second. I feel cold and hot waves emanating from his body as his hunter and shifter dominates each other.
“Grey... Don’t let your sides fight over me... I am all yours. Take me anytime, anyway you want... Just... don’t fight your other part. It hurts me... Please... Don’t fight your other part.” I whisper into his mouth.
Without anything else to do, I press my lips to his cheek and travel a path from to his jawline, trying my level best to calm him down, all the while humming a sweet lullaby— a maid from my old house used to sing it to me.
After some moments his posture relaxes and he resumes kissing me. “We have decided to take turns until we come to an agreement. For today... You are mine...” His voice is gruff, than his normal deep voice. His eyes are full icy blue without any change; his body is a little cold than normal and I know that his hunter... my hunter... is the one on the above.
I nod and wriggle my hips, trying to urge him on. He does as I ask. Still, he takes his own damn time! I squirm from all the pleasure.
“Don’t tempt me, December. Stop moving, else I will tie you up and have my way.” He growls at me. I pout, but he, taking charge, pushes my body into a pool of arousal.
I do everything he asks after that. Even when he pushes me to the brink and le
ts me down from the peak without letting me achieve that ending. Even when he spanks my butt red and makes me squirm hard, I do as he asked.
After the night becomes old and we both are cuddling together, I’m lying peacefully in the afterglow. My hunter is very dominant. He teased me, tortured me for most of the night before allowing me to have that hillbilly end. Still, I liked it. When I did something wrong, at least wrong in his view, he spanked me and I liked it too. In a weird and twisted way.
Thank Nyx that my mate is in love with me. Sometimes, even soulmates hate each other. They will be unable to stay away, yet they won’t be in love. It would be a torture. Close to hell on earth.
That is why most respect the mate bond and get to know the other and in the way falls in love with them.
I wonder how I will wake up for the morning flight... Well, I won’t change a thing that happened tonight, still I am thinking about my aunt’s reaction tomorrow.
Vacation with my mate? Hell, yeah.
A face-off with my aunt? Damn... no.
My Beast.
*December*
TURNS OUT THE BOAT house my aunt brought is not a house, at all. Just like Grey’s house, this is one freaking mansion. Well, smaller than my mate’s home.
“Still a freaking mansion!” I yell in my mate’s mind. He howls happily and takes me inside. Today, it is my shifter’s time it seems, and his hand is hot in mine, almost burning, as we walk into the house.
Today morning, as I predicted, my aunt was mad when we woke up late. But Grey convinced her that the plane can wait. I was confused by his statement. The plane doesn’t wait for anyone. Like, even for the most popular celebrity, the plane won’t wait for hours.
When I entered the airport, Grey took me through some checking points, and out to the airstrip. That was when my jaw hit the floor, figuratively. It turned out that my aunt owns a plane. A private jet. For her use and her son’s use alone. Now for mine too.
We entered the plane, hand in hand and some hostess greeted us. Then, gave us drinks. She smiled when I thanked her. I still remember her smile. It was like a girl with all the happiness in life. I have noticed that kind of a smile on the entire crew of maids’ faces. My aunt must take very good care of them.
The plane now owns the most embarrassing moment of my life. What turned out as just kissing, escalated and the hostess walked in on us, while I was practically dry-humping my mate half naked in only my pantie.
She just dropped the tray with an audible gasp and turned around. Facing the wall like it was the most intriguing thing in the moment. Grey scowled and scolded the hostess for not knocking, but I placed my arm on his shoulder and apologized to the hostess.
Yes, I apologized after putting my clothes. I don’t know how this idea of me being a stripper has gotten into the maids.
Now, I am inside the boat house, alone with my mate. He is explaining about the maids staying at a separate place, and how he will claim me all over this house. At the garden. By the lake. In the swing. And as he mentioned all those places, I couldn’t help but feel like we were here only for mating...
Grey catches the thought and pins me to the nearby wall. He begins nipping at my ear and my cheek, all the while squeezing my ass in a firm grip like he owns me. I gasp and squirm under his masterful hands.
He tears my skirt off me and a growl comes from him when he finds my core hot and wet, ready for him. He goes down on me and starts lapping, sucking and nipping at my core. I cry out the pleasure forming inside me. “Grey...” I moan his name again and again like it is some sort of a mantra for me. It was. It made me hold on for dear life against the pleasure overload.
When all the pressure starts to coil around me, he speeds up his pace, making me ride out an orgasmic high with his tongue. After all the spasms and ripples of pleasure, my legs give out and he carries me to the master bedroom.
My skirt is already gone, but it doesn’t matter. I want to bare myself in front of my mate and let him have his way with me, every day for the rest of the... vacation.
This sounds a whole lot more like a mating dance week. When will I get to visit other places if Grey keeps me with him for the whole vacation...?
“Wow... Grey, so that is why aunt emphasized the word ‘vacation’.” I whisper and look up from his chest, as realization strikes me hard.
Ugh... Now I understand totally understand the word vacation and, the baby talk she gave me must be a hint for me to get pregnant in this ‘vacation'...
His eyes glow green now. He winks at me and starts to play with the ends of my hair using his free hand. His body heat comforts me, and I curl into him.
Am I that weightless? He is just carrying me with one hand like I am a baby or something.
“Yes. You are, my sweet little baby girl.” Grey partially growls out the words, reading my thoughts.
“My beast...” I whisper, as I close my eyes and let what I want and my fantasies roll through the mind. This brings another growl from my mate. The sun is still up, and I have a whole day to spend with my beast. I sigh and curl up into his hands and lay my head on his chest.
“As much as I want to take you like you wish for the rest of the day... I want to keep my baby girl well-fed. It is something my mom advised to me before we left.” My beast has a deep voice, deeper than my mate’s normal voice. Most of the time, he just growls out the words. And I like it. My beast...
“A beauty for the beast.” He whispers into my ear and I shudder. He places me on the bed in the master bedroom, which is more pink and vibrant coloured than other rooms.
Grey puts a green gown on the bed beside me. I prop up on my elbow and run my fingers through the material.
Soft. Like Silky soft.
“Not just silky soft, my baby girl. It is silk. One of the finest.” Grey continues drawing out a casual dress for him and plops down beside me.
I can’t really fathom to think how much my mate makes if he is taking out one of the finest silk dress for a casual breakfast. I shake my head and take the dress to change myself.
I know that I must make the ‘eating-the-food' part as fast as possible, because the ‘dessert’ of man candy in front of me is going to be what I really crave.
“Mmm... Yes, you are going to be a tasty meal. I wish I could skip dinner and have you instead, but three against one’s decision is never good. Let me take you to breakfast first. Then... the dessert you crave.” He nuzzles my neck and pulls off. I suddenly miss his warmth on my neck. I whine a little, and he chuckles.
I try to get my heart into beating a slower rhythm. Still, the heat from my body is already pooling at my core...
Wow. With just words, my beast is making me dripping for him.
We drive in silence toward the restaurant in nearest town. I still am in deep thoughts whether I want to have a baby like my aunt asked. I really want to have that special bond, but having a baby at little age... is said to be painful, tough, and of course a little discouraging for the next times.
The twilight of dusk is shining through the trees alongside the road. I don’t care about where he takes me or what he asks me to do, because I completely trust him. I trust him with my life. Even if he wants me to do something crazy like mating in public, I will do it, for him.
My beast is driving with one hand on the wheel and the other one my thigh which leaves sometimes to change the gear. “I want to learn how to drive a stick shift.” My mate nods and gives a happy growl. Most probably for the pleasure of teaching me something and taking care of me.
I am not on any birth-control, so most probably I will get pregnant before my next period. Even if I am a little hesitant about being pregnant, if I get pregnant, I will take good care of my baby.
I look over to my mate and mutter, “Our baby...”
My beast gives out a happy howl. I chuckle. “You really want your little baby girl to be pregnant?” I ask my beast, using his nickname of me.
“Yes. I will protect you and take care of you for all the
time I am allowed.” He shrugs and adds, “Maybe in some years, the hunter can get well along with me, and at that time we may switch based on your needs. But, I am fucking sure that they are humming their agreement with you right now.” He growls out the words like he always do. And it sends shivers upon my spine. All the heat from my body pools around my core and lust takes over me.
“Damn... Dee, you are sending some kind of a pheromone in the air. It is making me so hard...” he bites his tongue, shifts in his seat and adds, “...to drive.” I blush at his statement.
Is my arousal that plain?
Well, his arousal is in plain view. I lean over the shift and press my lips to his cheek. I move my hands over his chiselled abs and trace a train of kisses from his cheek to his jawline. He groans, but his eyes are fixed on the road. And he is driving a tad slower, which is already faster than normal.
Just when I was about to go all the way and release some tension from my mate, a mind blowing sound hits my eardrum.
I feel lightness for a second and then it feels as if the whole world shifts from under me. The car rolls over many times onto the dirt. My beast has somehow perched up on me and is taking the hits of the rolling car. Each grunt of pain from his mouth is making me angry. I want to use my magic, but I feel lightheaded from all the rolls.
Did we crash? What just happened?
Finally, the car gets settled and I am upright. It seems I am mostly unhurt, I sigh and look around. Broken glasses; door is dented in an abnormal way; the top is dented in a weird way. When I look at Grey, my heart stops. His shoulders have a lot of bruises and most probably his back has broken bones. Tears fill my eyes and I place my head on his shoulder.
He is not stirring at all. I shake him and he limply falls onto me. Panic strikes me. “Grey! Grey!” I yell at him. But no response. I check my bond to see that his heart is still beating. But... he is out cold. I slip my hand to his pocket; pull out his phone to dial nine-one-one. At least he taught me how to use it during our five-hour flight.
