The silence behind me made me pause and look to see where Seth had gone, and I found him awkwardly standing near the front door still. Was he nervous?
"Hey, come on, I'm taking a shower. You can come with me." I ended my statement by dropping my blanket to the floor and walking to the bathroom, sashaying my hips a bit more than normal for emphasis.
His footsteps quickly followed me, and I paid him no mind as I turned on the shower, praying that it would heat up quickly. Shuffling behind me drew my attention, and I found him stripped out of his shirt, with his eyes glued to my ass.
"You like what you see?" I teased, shocked at my comfort in my naked state.
Dragging his joggers slowly down with his thumbs, he smirked, a devilish look on his face as his dick sprang free. It was longer than Milo's but a bit narrower, and I bit my lip, wondering if I would be able to take him despite the dull ache that lingered from earlier.
"You like what you see?" He tossed my words right back at me.
I pursed my lips and tapped a finger against them, "Hmm, jury's still out."
Couldn't inflate his ego too much.
He scoffed in disbelief, "You, my dear mate, are a terrible liar."
The steam from the water began to envelop the room, calling to me. Pulling the navy curtain back, I stepped into the hot water with Seth hot on my heels. I turned around so that the water fell against my back and looked up at him, a bit nervous to admit this.
"I don't think I can have sex right now. I'm uh..." I fumbled, "a bit sore."
He didn't bother responding, instead picking up the loofah that hung on the back of the shower and pouring some of the body wash he grabbed from the corner of the tub onto it. He lathered it up with his hand and reached out to my chest, slowly circling around my breast, then drifting down to my stomach.
My breath hitched, and he tutted, "No, Kira. We are not doing anything until you and your body are ready for it again. Just relax and let me take care of you."
His free hand gently took my arm and spun me around to face towards the water again. He began washing my back, and I found myself sinking into his touch. No one had ever taken care of me like this before, and I found myself scared of ever losing these men.
I felt a sudden desire to show my appreciation for him in another way I had never tried before. I wasn’t the best with expressing my emotions because I had never really had an opportunity to explore the feeling of being loved or showing love my whole life.
But this I knew I’d be able to figure out much quicker.
Whirling around in his arms, I noted the intrigue that shone in his eyes as I tentatively ran my hand down his chest and towards his cock. Neither of us breathed a word as I brushed my fingers along the velvet skin, tracing the veins that ran the length of his shaft. Closing my hand around his base, I squeezed him lightly and tugged all the way to his thick tip, circling it with my hand until he shivered in delight.
"Kira..." he trailed off and hissed as I began to pump up and down his length, "You don't have to do this."
Looking up at him from under my long lashes, I smirked before pulling my bottom lip between my teeth and biting it. Feeling turned on by this feeling of control once more, I asked breathlessly, "What if I want to?"
He released a soft moan, and his head fell back in bliss when I increased my pressure and speed. His sounds were music to my ears as I experimented to find what he liked.
His head tilted back up, and he raised a hand to caress my cheek then ran his thumb along my bottom lip. Without thinking, I sucked his finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
"Fuck, Kira," He breathed out, his eyes molten pools of desire swirling down at me. For a moment, I could have sworn they flashed a brighter blue, making me gasp.
Startled, Seth drew his brows together, "What? What's wrong? We can stop."
A corner of my mouth tilted up, "I think your wolf just flashed to the surface in your eyes. How is he enjoying this?"
"He is...loving having you to himself."
Reaching up with my free hand, I tugged at his arm to move him to the side so we could switch positions, putting his back to the water streaming down. Without hesitation, I dropped down, continuing my stroking of his cock in the process.
With my free hand I pulled my long, wet locks behind my shoulders and shuffled closer on my knees. Tilting my head up to look at him, I admitted, "I've never done this before, so if you could guide me..." I trailed off nervously, not wanting to disappoint him.
Adoration reflected back at me as he reached down to place his hand on the back of my head, murmuring, "We'll take this at your pace, Kitten."
Focusing back on his cock, I opened my mouth and leaned forward, running my tongue on the underside before coming back to the tip and closing my lips around him. Sucking lightly, I circled my tongue around his tip like I had just done to his thumb, and his hand fisted into my hair as he groaned.
Each sound emboldened me to go further, so I loosened my lips from around him and allowed his length to enter my throat. I pushed myself to take more of him until his cock hit the back of my throat.
“Goddess...how did I manage to find a mate with no gag reflex?” he panted out between moans.
Pulling back slightly, I curled my lips inward and sucked on him, moving up and down his long cock. It irked me that I couldn’t swallow all of him, so I pulled my hand up and stroked the part that I couldn’t take into me in tandem with my sucking.
“Kitten, I’m not going to last much longer. Your mouth feels like heaven.”
His admission made me moan, the vibrations of it spurring him to rock into me further. He continued this motion and I went with his rhythm, sucking and stroking to his pace. Within seconds he cried out my name as his hips stilled and a warm liquid seeped into my throat.
I stayed still, not wanting to ruin this moment for him. He rocked his hips once more before withdrawing from my mouth. Swallowing the cum that was buried in my throat, I smiled up at him.
“How was that?”
Chuckling while bending to grab me under my arms, he hauled me to my feet and admitted, “Perfection, but now I need to reciprocate so you’re satisfied too, Kitten.” Nuzzling into my neck, he nipped lightly.
A big yawn overcame me and I mumbled, “Can we go lie on the couch? That would satisfy me.”
He brushed a kiss across the top of my head and relented, “We can do whatever you want, Kitten.” Turning off the shower, he reached for a towel and wrapped it around me while whispering with such sincerity in his voice, “Thank you for accepting our bond, Kira.”
I couldn’t help the butterflies and warmth that spread through me in response to his sweet words.
Chapter Twelve
Kira
After my time with Seth in the shower, we went to the couch to talk about the most trivial things like our favorite colors and animals, getting to know each other like a typical first date.
At least I think that's what normal couples do. We kind of skipped the whole awkward phase of wondering if the other person liked you and jumped straight into the fact that our souls were destined for each other, and that was that. It actually eased the nerves, to have such faith in the fact that you’d found exactly who you were meant to be with.
With that certainty, it didn't matter so much what insecurities or emotional wounds they might be hiding. The simple fact that, though they might not be perfect, they were perfect for you, was enough.
He pulled me down to lay on a pillow in his lap as we talked, and we ended up falling asleep together in that position just as the first rays of light started to peek into the sky.
Who knows how long we slept before the smell of bacon roused me.
Groaning at the thought of having to face the day and everything that came with it, I tried to force myself to go back to sleep. Last night had felt like our own bubble of happiness.
I hadn't allowed myself to worry about everything Selene had told me, how the alpha would react to my
change, or what this meant for Jameson and I moving forward. It had been a night of discovery for love and passion, and I'd cherish it forever.
A finger tapped against my head incessantly until I jerked my head back and tried to bite it. Seth laughed, "Good morning, Kitten." I swear my pussy perked up and stood at attention at the way he said my nickname in that low, gravelly morning voice tone.
Snapping my teeth together a few more times as if I was a piranha, I smiled before hopping off the couch. Facing the kitchen now, I saw Milo's back as he stood at the stove, flipping what I presumed to be the bacon I smelled.
Padding over to him, I put my arms around him from behind and laid my head against the smooth skin of his back. "Morning," I mumbled.
My heart fluttered at the thought of him passing Seth and I sleeping on the couch, then starting breakfast for everyone without waking us.
"Morning, Baby. I'm making all of us eggs and bacon if that's okay with you? I figured you can't really go wrong with that."
Kissing his back, I responded, "I'm a little hungry for other things, but I suppose bacon and eggs will suffice for now."
Setting down the tongs, he turned around and swiftly picked me up and placed me on the counter behind me. Without giving me a moment to breathe, he kissed me senseless. Melting into him, I wrapped my legs around him, and dug my fingers into his back.
But just as I thought this might head in the right direction, he stepped back, leaving me pouting for more. With a saucy wink my way, he turned back around to continue cooking. "We can't take long this morning. We need to get a game plan together for how we're going to take on the pack today, before someone seeks us out since it’s already almost noon."
Holy shit, we’d slept in late.
"I'm surprised the alpha hasn't sought us out already."
Seth's voice carried from the living room, startling me, and I hit the back of my head on the cabinet behind me as I jumped. "Oww," I mumbled and rubbed the aching spot.
A loud banging sounded from the front door as if we'd summoned the devil himself with our words. We all tensed, Seth relaxing first and going to the door. Before he opened it, he looked towards me somberly, "It's Jameson. Let me know when you're good for me to open the door."
Panic and nerves settled in my stomach like a lead weight, and I fumbled to get off the counter and smooth down my shirt. Milo quickly turned off the stove and put the bacon onto a plate. He moved into a protective stance, tucking me into his side.
As much as I appreciated his support and desire to shield me from the world, I knew I couldn't hide behind him. My wolf stirred in my mind as I stepped out of Milo's embrace and nodded at Seth to open the door.
In walked the painstakingly beautiful man who continued to treat me like garbage, yet was somehow destined to be mine. He looked impeccable with a dark wash pair of jeans, black boots, and a button down, long-sleeved black shirt.
I think my guys might only own black shirts. Fuck. My heart panged, and I winced. He was not mine.
For the briefest of moments, Jameson dazzled us all with a beaming smile, and my wolf howled in delight at the idea of him coming to apologize and make amends.
But then he had to go and open his fucking mouth.
"Well, well, well. Look at you guys already playing house together. How damn adorable."
Milo and Seth moved towards him, but my voice rang out with authority, "No. I’ll handle this.”
Apparently I was a comedian, because Jameson bellowed with laughter, doubling over and slapping his knee. “You got some dick and all of a sudden you possess a backbone? That’s fucking hilarious.”
I fell into a trancelike state, and my wolf and I became one in our energy and emotions. We were furious that the man before us could speak so disrespectfully of the soulmate he was destined for.
It was a slap in the face to us and the goddess, and to all of those who would give up everything to find their fated mate but had yet to.
He straightened as I approached him without even an ounce of fear, not stopping until mere inches separated us. Glancing up into his brilliant blue eyes, I spoke with an air of confidence, "I'll make this extremely simple for you. You can answer with a yes or a no to my questions."
A scoff was his flippant answer as I plowed on. "Do you want this bond between us?"
Perhaps my straight-to-the-point attitude shocked him, because he looked bewildered for a few moments. Then his lips tightened into a thin line. "No."
I’d known that was coming, so I didn't let my anger show.
"Will you ever be able to forgive me for whatever you so adamantly despise about me?"
His eyebrows raised, "Never."
"Then get the fuck out," was my final statement for him before I turned on my heel to go to the kitchen to eat. Before I could get far, his hand wrapped around my arm to halt me, and it lit a fire within me at his audacity to think he had the right.
My heart raced frantically, and my vision went hazy as I felt my blood pressure rising.
He needed to learn that he wasn't the king of the world, and I'd gladly be the one to smack him off his self-appointed pedestal.
Something in me broke, and my body felt weightless as my vision shifted to one of greyscale. It didn't even cross my mind to question why this changed, my attention focused solely on knocking Jameson down a few pegs. Everything around me seemed to suddenly move in slow motion as I spun to the right and out of his grip to face him, gasping at the glowing blue flame I saw in the center of his chest.
His mouth was moving at a fraction of the speed, and his gaze was still where I would have been a moment before. Looking quickly to Seth and Milo, I hastily noted the same blue flame within them, but it burned brighter and with a pure white core.
Looking back to Jameson, I noted trails of black woven into the flames. All of this reminded me of the flames in Selene's realm, and I reached out to touch the ones within him. I felt drawn to them.
Were these their souls?
As my fingers passed through what should have been solid flesh and bones, at the faintest caress of his inner flame, my mind swirled with a mess of memories and emotions.
Hundreds of them assaulted me at once, and I had a hard time making any sense of them. Overwhelming guilt and sorrow stood out to me the most. The emotions hit me in the chest like a semi, shaking me to my core.
Was this what he carried around within him all the time?
The sheer force of it threatened to consume me, and a part of me softened towards him despite his treatment of me. He was struggling, but instead of finding a way through it, he was wallowing in it and lashing out.
His emotions turned as one memory stuck out to me. It was one of me in the fields, sitting on my knees and gathering flowers to make bouquets for centerpieces for our banquet tables. It had only been a few months ago, and I was dressed in a simple sundress with my hair in a braid down my back.
Desire and anger twined together for this particular memory. A longing for me, and then immense hatred at himself for feeling that way. He had stayed to observe me for quite some time, despite the emotional war waging within himself.
The next memory was one of Jameson just last night as he shifted back from his wolf form for the first time. He had been thrilled and nervous to have found his fated mate, but had felt like he would be overshadowed by the other two. This was before he found out it was me.
He harbored a deep feeling of inadequacy and fear of not being enough for his mate.
Dammit, what was going on? What was this?
I felt my soul sucked back into my body like a rubber band snapping back, and it was jarring to say the least. A wave of dizziness hit me, and I wobbled a bit on my feet. The arms that held me up were the last that I expected to reach out to me.
His pine scent grounded me, bringing me back to reality, and I held my arms out, "I'm good."
He backed off with disgust on his face, like he had just touched the plague. Meanwhile Seth and Milo came to my sides, twi
n looks of concern mirrored on their faces.
"Kira..." Seth trailed off.
"You..." Milo helpfully added on.
"One moment you stood in front of me, and then your forehead lit up with a glowing blue crescent mark, and you disappeared for a few seconds before reappearing to my right," Jameson explained with suspicion in his eyes now.
"I think I just went incorporeal? I saw your souls and could touch them." I cocked my head at Jameson, "When I reached out to touch yours, I was assaulted with memories and the emotions of those moments."
"What the hell, Kira! Keep your fucking spiritual hands to yourself," He scowled at me, a brief flicker of fear flashed on his face before his usual cold, apathetic gaze replaced it.
I couldn’t help the words that came from me, even though I knew he wouldn’t want to hear it. "You might be able to hide from yourself, but you can't hide from me."
Chapter Thirteen
Jameson
“What the fuck does that even mean?” I scowled down at the obnoxiously beautiful temptation intent on turning my world upside down. My heart pounded so erratically that I wondered if I could very well be on my way to a heart attack.
The last thing I needed right now was for her to get it in her head that she could repair the damage between us. It was easier to deny her and hold onto my anger when she ignored me due to my shitty attitude towards her.
I needed to keep that distance between us.
She shook her head a bit dejectedly as she stared at the floor, clearly deep in thought now. We didn't have time to unpack what the hell had just happened with her and her new power. They were distracting me from why I came here in the first place.
"Whatever," I rolled my eyes and looked at the guys, "All of you need to get dressed now. I held off my dad for as long as I could, but he was severely pissed off last night when he came home to inquire if I knew where Kira had disappeared to."
A frustrated groan came from her mouth as Milo spoke up, "Why would you hold him off for her?"
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