As the number of days grew so did my closeness to Deimos. I have slowly begun to come out of my shell and see the world and also have been been bringing his walls down. Deimos and I have grown so close. The ‘close’ I once deemed as impossible when I had arrived but life always surprises you.
The sunrays flowing through the windows softly touches the lanes of his body as I smile to my thoughts. Hesitantly I snuggle closer to his warmth. My head lays on his left hand while his right hand is placed over his eyes. His chest rises and falls softly, his breath beautiful like a rhythm. I flinch when he moves his position moving his body facing me, giving me a clear view of him.
My itching fingertips move slowly towards his face trying to feel him. I slowly trace his thick eyebrows and down the length of his sharp nose. As my fingers move towards his full pink lips I gasp when he holds my wrist in a quick movement. My heart beats through my ribcage as his eyes flutter open.
“What do you think you are doing, mate?” His morning husky voice questions me calmly but I can see in his eyes. He’s teasing me. As a deep blush covers my face he brings me into his chest in one pull. My widened eyes look up to him while he looks down at me with a gentle smile. As I blush deeper and snuggle into his chest a soft chuckle leaves his lips as his chest rumbles.
“Where’s your greeting, mate?” He asks me with his ever so serious tone.
“Good morning.” I whisper into his chest as he chuckles once more. What is he even laughing at? What does he find funny?
“Morning.” He tells me while putting a strand of my hair behind my ears while I stare at him. As he gets off the bed and stretches I sit up watching him as he begins to do a few push ups. This feels so different. Waking up and he’s there while I am watching his morning routine. It feels wonderful.
As he finishes his mini workout he looks at me watching him and tilts his head to the side. I look away and clear my throat. I don’t want him to think that I am obsessed with him or something.
“Would you like to go for a run?” He asks me gently as my head snaps to him. A run? With him? Together? As I take time to answer due to my brain processing his question he gets the wrong the idea.
“So you don’t wish to? It’s alright you can-” As he begins to accept his false idea I cut him off.
“Yes! I wish to… I want to go for a run with you.” I smile as he nods and we begin our walk to the fields.
Reaching the fields he strips himself off his shirt giving me a delicious view of his upper sculpted body. Walking towards me he hangs his shirt on the tree behind me.
“Come. Let’s run.” He says as he takes off in a slow jog to warm up his body as I follow him.
After a while I learn that Deimos’s jog is like a run for me. He is faster than me so keeping up with his pace is really hard. I run forward in front of him then begin to jog so he is behind me and follows my pace. After a few seconds Deimos comes in front of me and begins to jog as I frown. I do it once more trying to get ahead of the male and he does it too. He doesn’t let me lead the run.
Frustrated I begin to run in front of him and my jogging grew faster. As a rush of wind flows past me Deimos is ahead once more. With a huff I stop my jogging and begin to run. I run far ahead of Deimos and continue running without looking back with a big smirk on my face. A loud growl thunders behind me as I look back I see Deimos running and gaining towards me. Like a predator that catches it’s prey.
A small scream leaves my lips as my legs work harder making me run faster disappearing within the trees. I don’t know how this turned into a game of chase but all I know is if I get caught I will be eaten.
Jumping over fallen logs and running through and upon streams and stones my legs begin to get weaker asking for a break. My ears catch a growl from behind as my skin feels his breath on my neck. My eyes widen and I push my legs to their limit pushing them to run faster. If I get back to the pack house perhaps he can calm down.
But before I could take a turn Deimos takes the chance to pounce and cage me on the floor beneath him. But I don’t scream rather laughter leaves my mouth. Loud laughter from my belly as he watches me with his chest heaving, his elbows on each of my side holding his weight.
“What should I do now that I have caught my prey?” He questions me, his voice husky as he sniffs my neck. “Should I eat it?” He whispers in my ears as his warm tongue tastes my burning skin. I shiver below him caged under his strong body. His arms at each of my side blocking my escape. His touch sets me on fire from within.
“Don’t eat me. I-I don’t taste good.” I tell him as I begin to laugh. This is the first time I have laughed so much. My heart is so happy it wants to pour out everything it didn’t have a chance to experience. Deimos chuckles bringing his mouth to mine.
As our lips touch I bring him closer to me my arms around his check and thighs around his waist. Biting. Licking. Tasting. Devouring. Sliding his warm palm under my shirt touching my skin, he starts a fire within me. He brings me closer to him by pulling my waist towards him in one fluid movement. As our haze takes us deeper into ecstasy Deimos stops and looks towards the pack house.
“What is it?” I question him with a frown as he removes himself off me standing up while helping me up.
“Ragon wishes to speak with me.” He says walking forward as I follow him quietly. Deimos doesn’t say a word as we walk back. Our playful, happy bubble has disappeared and instead we are in a cold, anxious one.
As we reach the pack house Deimos immediately heads to his office. “Should I come too? Perhaps I can help. Is it a pack problem? I can-” I begin to ask him climbing behind him up the stairs.
“No!” His sudden reply makes me flinch as he sighs. “I can take care of it. Get some breakfast.” He says continuing up the stairs.
Confused and curious I head into the breakfast hall. The wolves wait for Deimos and me. Sitting upon my seat I tell the wolves. “Deimos wont be coming to breakfast today, we may start.” I say taking the first bite while the pack follows.
“Alpha? Is something wrong?” Elriam asks understanding my discomfort.