by LeeSha McCoy
After the intro, she smiles. “Malika likes this.”
Good… “Do you?”
She nods, so I close the gap between us and slowly wrap my arm around her waist. Then I move. She tries to look down, but I stop that shit right there. I want those eyes on mine.
“There ain’t nothing to see down there.” At least not yet. “I’ll guide you just the same.”
She bats her eyelashes a few times, but she does as I’ve asked, and then, as we dance in perfect sync, I silently give thanks for being mated to her.
She’s perfect.
***
“And you call that the internet?”
“Yep.”
I watch her looking at Google on my phone while we eat dinner. She’s been here all day, and I’ve shown her as many things as I could think of. About human life, about ware life, about holds, about history, about the law…
Anything and everything.
“And you run your jobs on here?”
“Pretty much. Most things are done online these days, except manual jobs, obviously, but still, even those jobs keep the majority of their business online.
“Wow.” She slides my phone back across the table to me. “Very different to my world.”
“What do you do with most of your time over there?”
“Well, As I said earlier, I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching, so I’ve been spending a lot of time in Mirada.”
“The land of peace, right?”
She nods. “Yeah, but usually, I have a castle to run. I haven’t spent much time there in a while, but I’m thinking of moving back there from my parents’ castle.”
“Is it in the same kingdom?”
“Yep, still in Caro, to the south. I can port from kingdom to kingdom, but I like Caro. I’m also taking on more sanctions for my mom, so it helps to be close.”
“Why do you like Caro? That’s the land of lust, isn’t it?”
She smirks. “It is.”
“Why are you smirking?”
She laughs. “Because your eyes just told me what you were really thinking.”
“Oh, yeah? And what was I thinking?”
“You were wondering if I like Caro because of the sex.”
Damn, she’s observant. “When did you figure that out?”
“That would be telling. But to answer your question, yes, the sex is one of the reasons, but I’m not having any at the moment.”
Thank fuck for that, ‘cause I might’ve shifted right here and smashed this whole place up myself.
She laughs even harder. “Are you jealous?”
I almost confess to her that she’s my mate and that I’d rip off anyone’s head that so much as touched her, but I remember myself at the last second. “Over only someone I care about.”
Her laughter slips to a smile. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
She scans my face, mainly my lips, which I’ve noticed she does a lot. “Well, just so you know, so are we. Especially Malika.”
“I like her more every day.”
“She likes you, too.”
Good to know. “And what about you?”
“Me, too.”
I can’t even hide my sigh of relief.
“So, what about you? I know werewolves are just as sexually driven as vampires are. When is the last time you were intimate with someone?”
“Not since I found out about you.”
That piques her interest. “When did you find out about me?”
“About a week before we met. I kept having these dreams—”
“Dreams?”
“Yeah. I couldn’t see their face, but it was a woman, and her scent smelt a lot like yours.”
“Me, too, but mine were about you. You were blurred, though.”
“Same.” So, she has visions, too… I bet she doesn’t even know that.
“I wonder why… Did Ariella tell you?”
I shake my head, but I hate lying to her. I need to speak to my sis. This shit don’t feel right.
“I’ve always been intrigued by werewolves, so maybe that’s why. Maybe I was born into the wrong world.”
“Nah, I don’t think so. I’ve always been interested in histories from my world and yours. There ain’t nothing wrong with being different. Besides, it didn’t stop us from meeting, did it?”
She tilts her head. “No.”
“Well then. Y’know, they say everything happens for a reason.”
She laughs. “You sound like Ariella, and Aura. Do you know her?”
“Yeah. She’s your Aunt’s girlfriend, isn’t she?”
“She is. We all love her.”
“She’s loved amongst our kind, too.”
“That’s good.”
She downs the rest of her glass of blood before refilling it. It’s obvious she’s feeling more comfortable around me, not just by watching the way she eats, but the way she’s talking to me. She’s not speaking as proper as she was when she first came.
“Do you live close to your parents?” She’s picking at her fruits now.
“Yeah, they’re not far from here. I see them quite often.”
“Do you get along?”
“We’re very close, but most ware families are.” Not sure how close we’ll be after they find out about you, but fuck it. I don’t wanna think about that shit right now.
This woman gives me such good vibes, there’s no way I’d give her up. For nothing or no one.
“Hello, you two.”
Fuck sake. “Hello, Ells.” ‘Why you always gotta come ruin the moment?’
She ignores me and smiles when Karrisee says hello.
There’s that look of disappointment again.
“Is it time for me to go now?” she asks.
“Unfortunately, yes, but you can come back tomorrow.”
Karrisee looks straight back at me. “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Maybe you could come for breakfast?” I suggest. I need to ask Ells about those fruit trees, too.
“I’d love to.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Ells says as Karrisee stands. ‘I’ve sorted the trees.’
‘Thank you.’
“Until tomorrow then, Amarey. Thank you for a wonderful day.”
“You, too. Both of you.”
She smiles, and I get from the red that glows in her eyes that Malika’s happy, too.
Good.
Twenty-Eight
Karrisee
I've been calling for Ariella for ages, but not so much as a whisper in my mind has come from her. I told Amarey I'd have breakfast with him, but I'm gonna be late at this rate.
Aura’s nowhere to be seen either.
‘Maybe your mother can reach her,’ Malika suggests.
‘Hmm, maybe.’
I port to mom’s room, but immediately cover my eyes when I find her in bed with dad.
Ughhh.
“Don't panic. We heard you coming.”
I peel my fingers away from my face to see her sitting up in bed beside dad. “How can we help you at this time in the morning?”
“I can't reach Ariella. I promised Amarey I'd have breakfast with him but I'm going to be late—”
“Calm down,” Dad says. “Didn’t you say he lives in the equivalent of Mirada?”
“Yeah…”
“Then you do know there’s a two-hour time difference, don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Well then. You have plenty of time.”
I check the time on their wall clock. Seven twenty… “But still…”
Mom smiles. “To answer your question, no. I haven't heard from Ariella, but Aura did come to visit me last night.”
“Am I getting my magic?”
“No, sweetheart, but I can send you to Amarey.”
My eyes widen. “You can port to the world?”
She nods. “Any time I want. I can also send you there.”
No fucking way. “Send me, please
,” I squeal, jumping up and down.
Dad rolls his eyes while mom laughs. “Alright. Have fun.”
“I will.”
“And safe,” I hear Dad, just before I cross over.
I arrive in Amarey's bedroom this time. He's fast asleep, no shirt on from what I can tell, and his scent is immediately sucked into every pore I own.
‘Lawd almighty,’ Malika gushes. ‘Let me out, just for a moment.’
‘Don't touch him,’ I warn her. ‘I want to watch him sleep.’
‘I won't. I just want to feel all his presence for myself.’
I relinquish control and she immediately steps towards the bed.
‘You said—’
‘Calm the fuck down, Karrisee. I'm only doing what you won't.’ She carefully pulls back the blanket and slips into bed beside, somehow, not managing to wake him. ‘He's dreaming. Don't you see?’ She draws my attention to the way his eyes flicker beneath his lids. ‘Look how wonderfully long his eyelashes are…’ She studies him intently; his soft beard, full lips, his beautiful hair, then his body. His muscular shoulders, arms, his neck, and then her attention settles on his pulse fluttering away beneath his skin. ‘It would be so easy…’
‘Don't do it.’
‘I'm not, I'm just saying…’ She inhales deeply to relish more of his scent. ‘I really hope he tastes as delicious as he smells.’
‘So do I.’
We soak in the calm that he always brings and close our eyes. ‘What do you think about him so far?’ she asks reflectively.
‘I really like him.’ No question.
‘So do I. Let's not play games with this one,’ she pleads. ‘No playing hard to get, tit for tat, trying to be someone else. Let's just go with how we feel.’
I agree with her. ‘I don't intend to.’
‘Good.’ She relinquishes control, but I keep my eyes closed. There really is something special about being around this man. I just hope he still likes us the more he gets to know us, too.
And Malika.
He hasn't even met her yet...
***
I stir when I hear Amarey's voice, so I open my eyes.
“Babe? What does that mean?” I ask curiously.
He smiles. “It's a term of endearment. Like sweetheart, love, darling, baby, bae…”
“I see.”
“Would you prefer it if I called you by your real name?”
I shake my head. “No. I like babe.” No one's ever endeared us like that before. “I like bae, too.”
His eyes shimmer. “Me, too.”
Hmm, does he want me to call him that? Because I would.
I watch his hand lift to brush some of my stray hair from my face. “How long have you been here?”
“Since around five. I didn’t want to be late.”
“And how did you end up in my bed?”
“Malika decided she wanted to lie beside you.”
“Malika, huh? I might not have met her properly yet, but I knew I liked her.”
‘He thinks he likes me now…’
I smile wildly. “She likes that.”
“Good. Morning,” he says to her, and I smile even harder.
‘Tell him good morning, too, and that I love his morning look.’
I tell him, and he laughs. “Thanks. I'm gonna grab a shower and then we can eat. Ells dropped some things here for you last night. I also have a fig tree in the garden for you.”
“Really?”
He nods. “They don't really grow in this country, but she made it happen.”
“Thank you.”
“You're welcome. I have a few bathrooms here. Did you want to use one?”
“Please.”
He leads me to his walk-in wardrobe. “I was thinking I could take you with me to hunt today…”
I quickly look away from all the clothes to him. “I'd love to.”
“Aight, cool. Then maybe don’t wear a dress. It rained all day yesterday and it’ll be muddy outside.”
“I won’t.”
“Alright. I'll leave you to use my bathroom. Meet me downstairs when you're ready?”
“I will.”
He leaves me alone, and I become consumed with the wildest thoughts.
‘I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold off making a move on him.’
‘Good,’ Malika retorts. ‘This entire looking but no touching rubbish is driving me insane.’
“Same.’
We haven’t so much as looked or fantasised about another man since we met Amarey. He’s the only face we see when we pleasure ourselves, too.
And even those climaxes have been different.
So powerful…
I shiver.
As much as we didn’t want to leave him yesterday, it wasn’t the end of the world for us. Watching that film with him was intense. There was a scene where the main characters were dancing half naked, but in my mind, it may have well been me and Amarey.
My mind was flooded with how it would feel to have his skin against mine like that, to have his hands freely roam my body, to feel his succulent lips on my skin.
It was mental torture.
Shame we don’t have use of our magic here, because I would’ve definitely have brought myself to climax in his shower.
‘Hopefully, it won’t be long until we do.’
I hope not…
Twenty-Nine
Amarey
I hear Karrisee muttering upstairs while I’m setting the table.
‘No makeup? Seriously, Ella? How could you not leave makeup here?’
I shake my head. She barely wears any anyway. That dark skin doesn’t even need it. Still, I understand. I’ll make sure Ells leaves some here for next time, or I could buy her some.
Makeup aside, I mentally thank my sister. I've been dying to see Karrisee dressed down, so I guess today's the day. I hadn’t planned on taking her hunting, or hunting myself, but when I woke up to her beside me, in my bed, my dick told me straight that I needed to.
It’s the only way I’ll be able to survive it.
She ain't mentioned anything about the dream I had last night, so I'm guessing I didn't say anything out loud. I thought her scent smelt stronger in my dream than it usually does, but never in a million years did I think it was because she was lying beside me.
It made me think of what it would be like to wake up to her every morning, with free access to that devastating body...
Damn.
“Hey,” I hear her say quietly as she enters the kitchen.
I turn to face her and feel my eyes trying to escape my damned face.
Fuck.
I dunno where to look first, at her big ass breasts being hugged the hell out of by that black t-shirt, or at those long ass legs in those tight yoga pants…
Jesus, I can see her pussy printing out.
I look back up to her face. No makeup, looking beautiful as fuck.
“Are you intentionally trying to torture me?”
She blinks. “Torture you? How?”
I stalk around the island to her. I wanna touch her so fucking badly... Just a little... Somewhere safe. Somewhere that tells her how fine I think she is, but I also wanna be respectful...
Her eyelashes flutter as I approach her, then she swallows, and I hear her heart pounding away. “This is okay, right?”
I stand in front of her and cup her neck so I can sweep my thumb over her jaw. “It's more than okay.” I shake my head. “Damn, you're beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she says breathlessly, a blush quickly spreading over her skin. “I’m glad you think so.”
Think? Think? She’s my fantasies come true. I'm really starting to wish this woman knew who she was to me, even just so she knew how hard it was for me to keep my damned hands off her. “I swear, there's not one part of you that I don't think is perfect.”
“Really?”
“Really. I'm not a patient person, not by any means, but you… I feel like you're teaching m
e that.” She’s teaching me a lot, in all honesty, and I hope I’m doing the same for her.
“Me?”
“Yeah…” This woman… “Come, let's eat so I can hunt. God knows I need to.”
She laughs. “And why is that?”
“Because, I need to get rid of some of this tension.”
“Tension? Do you mean sexual frustration?”
I give her a look as she sits opposite me. “Exactly that.”
She smirks. “I know how you feel. I guess we're both learning patience.” She takes a sip of her blood, then licks her lips, killing me further.
Shit, I even think about getting head from her, and that shit is a sensitive subject for me.
“You should eat, you look hungry.”
A growl slips from my throat, and then she's the one giving me a desperate look. “I don't think I was prepared to hear that.” She shifts on her seat, and this time, I laugh.
“Not so funny now, huh?”
She sullenly looks down at her fruits. “No, it wasn't.”
***
“What's that bag for?” Karrisee asks when I open the door for her to go outside.
“Clothes, and bags to bring the meat home.”
“Clothes?”
“Yeah, unless you wanna see me buck-ass naked when I shift back.”
“Oh… But I'm sure I almost saw you as a werewolf the day I met you.”
“You did, but Ells dressed me.”
“Of course she did. I forgot werewolves don't have magic.”
“Do you miss yours when you're here?”
“Not really. I'd love to show you some things, but I don't miss it.”
“I'm sure it won't be long before you're allowed it here.” At least I hope not. I want her to be able to be herself in all ways around me, which means having use of her magic in my presence. I’m still confused as to why she’s not being allowed it, but maybe she’s being taught her own shit during all this time we’re spending with each other.
I’m good going with this flow, though, either way. The more time she spends with me, the more open and chilled she becomes, which can only be a good thing. I love how her speech has relaxed and how she’s begun to speak her mind, too. It tells me I’m doing what I’m supposed to for my mate, without trying either.
Let’s just hope I get to meet Malika soon. Maybe her seeing me in my other form will make her comfortable enough for her to show hers, ‘cause I’m well aware how big of a part pires are to vampires, and I’m trying to get to know the both of them equally.
