Nausea. A rising feeling that emerges from the moment I wake up whilst reaching high peaks for the rest of the day. It is incontrollable that I often choose to lie down far away from the noise of the pack in the comforts of our villa.
My eyes and ears have become highly sensitive that any sound a bit above the normal level gives me a stabbing headache so I have been secluding myself. Curtains closed, door shut. My body is burning up but I don’t feel as though I have a fever, my flesh is merely boiling.
I cannot keep solids within my stomach for much time so Deimos made sure to switch my diet to fluids. He blames himself saying he shouldn’t have drenched me with the water hose that day we played the game for he has gotten me sick.
During the night my body freezes and I shiver constantly which pulls my male from his slumber. He often sits up guiding my head to his chest enveloping me in the heat of his flesh until my body calms pulling me into a deep sleep.
Immense fear has been overtaking my emotions for this has never happened to me before. I have never gotten sick and it came as a surprise to both me and my beta. My wolf is calm and composed hiding beneath the surface but she sleeps like me all the time.
A soft click of the door and my male’s scent pours inside saturating the air. His footsteps are soft breathing light he doesn’t wish to wake me doing his best to remain as quiet as possible. He peeps over trying to see if I am sleeping as I am hidden beneath the covers that only my eyes are visible.
“You are awake.” He whispers with a soft smile sitting down on the bed by my side. I give him a quick nod shifting closer to his warmth. Deimos has been going back and forth from the villa to Gio’s pack the frequent trips tire him yet his mouth spews no complaints.
“I feel better today.” I say whilst my lips place a soft kiss upon his wrist.
“How much better?” He questions whilst removing the blanket off me allowing my skin to breathe. I am bundled up in his sweaters and jackets yet I still freeze.
“Enough to leave this room.” I reply looking down at his attire for the day.
“I am glad you are. I have requested Maria to make you some soup and soft bread. She is on her way here.” He utters eyes scanning my body making sure I am okay.
“What soup?” I ask a soft rumble lighting up within my empty stomach.
“Tomato.” He says with a knowing smile and I gag. I hate tomatoes but Deimos makes sure I swallow it all up until the very last drop saying it is the healthiest of all and shall provide me with strength.
“What is it?” I question for his nose often flares and he frowns in confusion.
His nose sniffs at my neck, my cheek, and my chest softy inhaling my scent. He immediately jumps back shaking his head with a quick sneeze. “You smell different, Lumina.” Is all he says. My cheeks burn with deep embarrassment as I look away from him.
“I haven’t showered in days.” I whine pushing myself into the blanket covering myself from him.
A soft laugh erupts within his chest as he tugs on the blanket again. I peek up at him biting my lower lip. “Do you wish to shower today?” He asks and I immediately nod my head up and down eager to cleanse my flesh.
He enters the bathroom with quick steps and prepares my bath in the dark. The room is entirely consumed in darkness that nothing can be visible. The water runs whilst puffs of steam swim through the room.
Deimos strides towards me gently picking me up in his arms carrying me inside. He places me upon the sink. I cannot see him well and I know it is the same for him. Kneeling upon the floor he removes my socks throwing them in the basket.
“Lumina close your eyes.” He says and I quickly pay heed to his words. He shifts past me and I hear the sound of a click. Light consumes the bathroom as I can feel the difference behind my eyelids. I whimper not wanting another headache.
“I need you to open your eyes slowly can you do that for me?” He asks softly his arms placed upon my hips. His fingers clutch my flesh massaging gently persuading me but allowing me to take my time.
Gritting my teeth I open my eyes by an inch and as soon as blinding light strikes through I shut it close again. “It is too bright. Brighter than normal.” I say shaking my head not wishing to do this.
“Lumina it is the same you are used to. You are doing good my female. Now try again.” He encourages me.
I do the same again but open it by another inch only to shut it close again. After a few tries with my male waiting patiently I finally open them with a squint. It takes time for me to adjust but eventually I am able to see him and my surrounding clearly.
“Good my female.” He whispers with a soft kiss to my forehead. He takes tiny a glass bottle from the cabinet behind me. “Look up at the ceiling.” He instructs and I follow. Holding the liquid dropper he pumps two drops in each eye.
Before it could escape my eyes his finger pads massage my eyes softly allowing my sclera to suck it up. “What is it?” I ask leaning towards him.
“It will help soothe your eyes.” He replies. “Now, look at me.” He says and I do meeting his emeralds. A soft smile upon his lips as he stares into my soul. “I missed this.” He whispers.
The water begins to overflow from within the holds of the tub and he unlocks the drainer reducing the amount of water filled. “Lift your arms.” He says and as soon as I do he begins to strip me head to toe.
The jackets and leggings are the first to go then my sweater. I sit now with my undergarments shivering as he removes the band freeing my hair to flow down my back. Arms go around me and experienced fingers unhook my bra with ease.
The straps fall down my shoulders as his eyes catch the drop. He doesn’t meet my eyes only focusing on the task at hand. Freeing my breasts from the cups he watches their bounce. Nipples hard in reaction to the cold that befalls upon flesh.
He looks away for a second closing his eyes shut taking deep heavy breaths. My flesh calls to him for a taste but he has been avoiding it for the past week keeping his distance. It only makes the problem of my body worse it only makes my want for him to be inside me surge to new heights.
His trembling fingers move down to my panties clutched around my hips covering my mound. Before he can strip me off it my I push at his chest shaking my head. I haven’t shaved and hair has grown I don’t know why yet I feel sheepish.
He reads my mind, the pictures it shows. His eyes dilate as heart picks up pace. A serious predatory look he possesses upon his face. “It isn’t something of yours I haven’t seen before, my female. How is it you act shy even though several years have passed between us?” He questions with a nip to my cheek.
A shiver jolts me through me like hardened electricity and he immediately picks me up placing me in the warm water that envelopes my flesh gently. His heat has dispersed replaced by the need to comfort and care. Cupping water into his hands he pours it upon my head drenching my hair.
I close my eyes as he massages my temple making sure it is cleaned along the way. “I like washing you.” He says.
“You are quite good at it, who taught you?” Eyes open a spark of jealousy that consumes me has my wolf watching him with keen eyes.
“My father did.” He says a sigh of understanding passes through me, my wolf relaxes licking her paws. “When I was a pup I would watch him wash my mother whenever he had the time. Even if he was tired and could barely keep his eyes open, he would make sure my mother was cared for.” He continues.