It feels unbelievable to say this while some may think I say lies I must say, my male is opening up to me. Each passing day he shows me something new, something of his past. The little things he did when he was alone, the emotions he once felt with the death of his parents. I can’t help but feel so at peace. When you want something for so long with a burning passion and once you get it, the fire stops and you drown in pure calmness.
The night he showed me his cabin by the hills, it ended in burning heat but it didn’t go past that. We didn’t mate and I am not ashamed to say I was quite disappointed. I wanted him to devourer me yet he stopped and said it wasn’t the time. I don’t understand this male, which male out there wouldn’t have his female when she’s lying half bare ready for him to take her. Yet he pushed me away, prepared for the night and slept like a pup while I watched him mouth open wondering what the hell happened.
Deimos is like a puzzle. He possesses all the pieces but they are scattered deep within him, where one cannot find them no matter how far they dig unless he willingly gives it to them as he is to me. He has been giving me a piece a day and I have been spending time putting him together. I wish to see the final picture, I wish to see the real him.
Thinking to myself, putting my finger in the cake batter I prepared I swipe some to taste it but before I could, a large hand grasps it halfway putting my finger into the warmth of his mouth, the batter swiped by his soft tongue. Deimos watches my reaction as my mouth opens in a gasp and my throat swallows saliva.
“Who is this for?” Deimos questions me.
“You,” I reply trying to hide my smile.
“I don’t like sweet things.” He tells me without hesitation as he gulps down water quenching his thirst after his workout. What? Disappointment drowns me, I don’t even know how to bake yet I worked so hard researching and reading cook books just to make him smile.
“But since you made it, I shall eat.” He leaves the kitchen while his reply making a huge smile come across my face.
Baking the cake was quite the task, it even made an Alpha like me feel frustrated. However without giving up in the middle I baked the cake as perfect as I could. Placing a slice on a small plate I take it to where he sat with the pack’s males. The room grew silent the second I entered. I thought it was because of either respect or the aura I often possessed.
However, my predictions seemed wrong as Elriam’s laugh broke the silence making the wolves break out into chuckles as Deimos just stared at me. I look around trying to figure out what’s funny with the plate still in my hand. Elriam walks forward with a beer bottle in hand.
“Didn’t you look in the mirror before you came, Alpha?” She gently asks me but before I could answer my head snaps to the sound of a click from a camera. Ragon takes more pictures with one hand holding the phone and the other covering his mouth trying to control his laughs. I place the plate on the table where Deimos sat and pounce on Ragon before he ran with the pictures.
It leads with him landing on the ground and me on top of him. I grab his phone from his grasp and swipe through the pictures he took. I have chocolate and flour all over my face. I have no idea how it got there, this was really embarrassing. As my cheeks heated up to my embarrassment, I feel myself being lifted up in one quick movement. As I look up startled Deimos is fuming, carrying me in his arms. He snarls showing his fangs to Ragon who is chuckling on the ground.
“Delete the pictures before I burn that damn phone.” He snarls to Ragon.
“You mean to send you copies. Got it, Alpha.” Ragon playfully bows and answers him while Deimos walks out of the room without answering him.
Pushing me onto the wall, lifting my thigh and putting it across his hips he thrusts his tongue into my mouth. My eyes widen but slowly close to the pleasure. Rubbing my thigh he slowly kisses and nibbles on the soft skin of my neck as I hold his head pushing him deeper, moaning in response. My hands feel the hard planes of his back that his tight shirt tries to hide.
Moving away he breaths in and out, chest heaving as he looks into my eyes and I look into his. “Forgive me, my wolf didn’t like that you were on top of Ragon so he had to put our scent on you. His jealousy is above me.” He tells me softly.
“Perhaps I should make you jealous often,” I tell him slyly as his eyes widen to my response. But before anger and jealousy consumes him once more I stop him. “I am kidding, don’t take it seriously,” I tell him chuckling softly. He just quietly stares at me looking all over my face making my embarrassment come back again.
Pushing him away I try to go to the washroom to which he doesn’t allow and traps me once more against the wall. “The cake was good, I detest sweet things but I liked the one you made.” He tells me softly making my eyes widen. I am happy that he liked it but when did he even eat it, I never saw him eat.
“When did you even eat it? And how did you eat it so fast?” I ask him curiously.
“Well, what can I say, my mouth can do wonders.” He tells me with a slight smirk licking his lips as he lets me go and walks back towards the room of laughing wolves while I rush to the bathroom to take a shower with bright red cheeks.
As I dry my hair with the blow-dryer a knock interrupts me. Opening the door I am face to face with Deimos who is wearing a white Asian-style Lanai pullover making me salivate. This male can have any female in his cage in a matter of seconds. He looks seductive even when he’s not trying to be.
“Y-Yes?” I ask him while his eyes drown into my body. He slowly analyzes me from the tips of my hair, the curve of my breasts, my hips all the way to the length of my bare legs. Every time we come in contact with each other the desire to mate grows, the desire to become one grows.
Clearing his throat he answers me, “Come, I have somewhere to take you.” He tells me with his ever so husky voice trying to keep his eyes off me. We both know what would happen if it continued.
With a single nod I get ready not asking him any questions. If he wants me, I’ll go. That’s all there is to it.