His laugh echoes through the house following me to where I run to.
Barging into the kitchen staring at the wooden floor and furniture. It feels very homely as if it was welcoming those whom it belongs to. Scanning every nook and corner pleased with its looks I dash for the bedroom. Perhaps the main room of this house in which we will be cooped up for the next few days.
As soon as I enter my eyes find the open balcony and my eyes widen. The vast trees surround the peaceful waters, a mix of rain and leaves fluttering reaches my ears. How is there water here? What kind of place is this? The strong wind blows through as the maps stuck upon the walls flutter and dance to its music.
“It is hidden.” My male speaks behind me. “The water is hidden deep within this place that is why my father chose it to build the house.”
I immediately turn around facing him the question flying out from my mouth, “Y-Your father?”
He nods scanning across the room hands meeting behind his back as he looks at the interior with a calmness. “My father built this house for my mother, the older females used to talk about this place all the time. That I must bring my female here.”
I bite my lower lip chewing on it listening to his words calmly. “It holds importance. This site.” I whisper.
“I laughed when the older females told me that, Lumina. I thought that would never happen but here I am, my heart surging with utmost joy for the fact I did do so.” He smiles softly, watching my reaction.
“Thank you for being my male.” I whisper back palms holding his cheeks forehead placed upon his. I show him my mind free to see as he pleases. He swims in my truth.
“No. Thank you for being my female, for being by my side for all these years.” He speaks eyes closed as the wind blows back strands of his hair.
“I love this place so much Deimos. Something about it calls out to me. Our pups would enjoy th-” I quickly stop my words’ eyes widening of what I was just about to say. Clearing my throat I stride past the bed looking at the maps trying to change the atmosphere.
He grabs my wrist turning me around making me look at him. “Our pups would what, Lumina? You did not finish the sentence. You can tell me your dreams Lumina. Don’t fear the uncertain, my female.” He says words dripping down his lips like sweet honey.
He urges me with his eyes for me to continue and not hold back. “Our pups… our pups would enjoy this place. T-There is so much area to run and play catch. They could chase birds or even go for a swim. Maybe just dip their toes in-” I ramble on and cease once more as soon as I meet his eyes.
“I think so too, Lumina. The same as you.” He whispers with a soft smile playing upon his lips.
His words take me by surprise. It is the first time he has spoken positively about this topic. Is this a sign or am I just overthinking it? Should I ask him or would that ruin the mood? I don’t think my heat is the proper time to speak of this. I must not waiver from my plan.
“Have your cramps started? Do you feel hot? I did not close the windows thinking you do feel so.” He questions eyes drowning with concern.
“No, I am quite all right the symptoms haven’t started yet.” I say sighing with relief internally. I know this time it will be very painful but I need not worry for I have my male with me. He can calm the fire.
“Then that is good. Come I must fill your belly before your heat starts.” Grabbing my hand he leads me into the kitchen.
“Will you cook?” I ask him preparing myself to help him.
“It is the duty of a male to feed his female during her heat and I shall abide by that.” He replies removing the groceries out of the bag and placing it upon the counter.
“I want to help.” I say trying to catch his attention.
“Yes, you may do so by waiting patiently.” He says whilst removing the thick piece of meat from the package. My stomach lets out a small growl of hunger and I place my palm upon my belly. My mouth salivates watching the raw food he begins to cook.
The heat makes me hungry a lot like a starving rogue. Though I ate just a few hours ago I wish to gobble anything in my sight at this very moment. I sit upon the counter watching my male cook for me. My provider.
As time runs my desire to eat. I begin to yearn for what he is making like a long lost lover. The way he has cooked it is very different urging me to taste. It is a meal of his home spiking my curiosity. He shifts a little to sprinkle some spices and I try to steal a piece of cooked meat.
Deimos immediately swats my wrist as if I were a pup and I bring my aching hand to my chest holding it whilst it throbs. “You will wait, Lumina.” He says tone dominant and commanding. The Alpha in him surging forward. I pay heed and wait until he has finished.
“Come.” He says carrying the two plates of steaming food placing it upon the glass table. He sits at the head of the table and I sit at his right. Drooling, my stomach demanding food, my patience on a thin thread I wait.
As soon as the plate is in front of me my fingers itch to dig into devourer it in one go. I look at Deimos screaming at him internally to take a bite first so I can start. Taking a spoonful of rice and meat he munches slowly swallowing.
The sound of his gulp reaches my ears and I pounce upon the food and feast on it calming the storm of my hunger. “Eat slowly my female. No wolf shall take your food and there is more that I shall provide. So eat slowly.” He says warning me with his eyes.
I begin to munch slower enjoying the taste rather than to just satisfy my craving. The first symptom of my heat has arrived. “This is delicious. Thank you.” I whisper as Deimos stands up to bring the rest. He places the bowl in front of me allowing me to serve myself.
“Are you not going to take more?” I ask him eyeing the bowl waiting for me.
“No the rest is for you.” He says whilst tearing a piece of thick juicy meat and bringing it to my mouth. His beast demands he feeds his female directly. I open my mouth wide as he places it upon my tongue and I chew indulging in the flavors. The spices are mixed perfectly bending as one.
I do not know how I ate this fast as my eyes land upon all the empty plates and bowls scattered around the table more on my side than his. I bite my lower lip wishing for something sweet to drown the savory taste. Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand I finally look at my male.
He sits with elbow placed upon the table, chin on his open palm. A gentle smile on his face he watches me. “I love watching you eat. Even if I am famished I will be satisfied just by watching you eat.” He whispers as my cheeks burn not with embarrassment but to his words.
“Dessert?” He questions knowing what I want reading my mind and my actions. He can read me like an open book these days. I don’t even have to speak to him of my thoughts, he will know just by gauging my actions and movements.