I turn around in the tub feet tucked to my chest urging him to tell me more. Deimos never talked to me about his parents, a hard topic for him to digest a cause to his once cold soul.
“My mother had long hair, longer than yours. I remember holding onto it all the time the way it would tumble down her shoulders, the way it would sway to the soft breeze. No matter how long it took him to wash her he would still do it. It was also his way of apologizing to her.” He speaks eyes sparkling with a gentle smile on his face reminiscing on the memories he possesses.
“And you are following in his footsteps, my male. He must be so proud as he watches you from the moon.” I whisper giving him my palm which he holds on to. “Your mother… would she have liked me?” I question.
“She wouldn’t have just liked you, Lumina. She would have loved you. You are everything she wanted for me as a mate.” He whispers. Tears well within my eyes lips quiver as I see the gut-wrenching sadness he holds within his soul that is eager to be shed.
“What about your father?” I continue.
“He would have spoilt you as if you were his daughter.” He replies quickly. The pain of his heart strikes through all emotions and I feel it within my bones. The feeling like no other, an emptiness in his soul that can never be filled.
Tears roll down my cheeks as small whimpers leave my lips unable to handle the sorrow that is coming to light. He flinches my quiet sobs startling him removing him from his haze.
“Are you crying? Why are you crying, my female? Is it for me? Don’t cry, Lumina.” He whispers gently wiping the tears below my eyes with his thumbs. The sobs grow louder and his eyes sadden. “I am okay, my female. I really am, so cease your cries.” He continues, lips pecking me all around my face trying to soothe my distress.
“It must have been hard.” I say whilst he leans closer to me, angling his neck so I can smell him to calm myself. Snuggling into his neck nose sniffing inhaling his scent.
“Yes, it was. Especially maturing into a juvenile. I would cause problems all the time, getting into fights with other males. I once knocked Cronus out. Anything even the smallest of things would anger me. But I am thankful as Cronus’s parents guided me to the right path. I struggled but I got through.” He says whilst rinsing my hair.
“I am proud of you.” I whisper as I relive the images he shows me in my head.
“Do you know what else I am often thankful for?” He asks shutting the water off removing the drain head.
“What?” I question as I regard him meeting his eyes.
“You.” An intake of breath from my side a stop to the beats of my heart. Lips slightly apart I gaze at my male. “You filled it, Lumina. The void in my heart. You have painted my life with light that shall never again pass into darkness.”
Carefully lifting me from the tub he wraps a dry heated towel around me. His words replaying over and over within the depths of my mind. With each passing day, he speaks of the changes I instilled in his life and how happy and blessed he is to have me as his mate.
Fingers hooking under his shirt, he strips off his drenched shirt throwing it inside the laundry basket with the rest of my dirty clothes. Nipples stand straight waiting for my tongue swift licks, and hard sucks I would give them. Equally, they would indulge in me as my tongue makes love to them.
He turns around swiftly my thirsty eyes find his shoulder blades that move to his every flex, his back muscles engorged showing me the results of his workout. Dangerous. This male is dangerous with the things he makes me feel.
His pants are the next to go. I see it all the curve of his ass the muscles of his thighs and calves that carry his weight. I should do it. Make him beg for me to clench around his cock tightly and milk him. I would love to see his mouth open with loud moans eyes drowning in ecstasy.
Every small detail from the veins on his hand to the bulge of his biceps has my complete attention. My male trembles fists clenched at his sides in reaction to my scent that overtakes the calmness of the room sexual tension burning through the walls.
Body sways from the heat my core feels, mind springing up images of the things I want him to do to me. “Stop it!” He turns around meeting my eyes his tone is a warning. He sees what I show him. His entire being stills taking deep breaths.
My eyes start again from the tips of his head and move slowly down his flesh. Licking my lower lips when they stop at his now erect cock. I want him to fuck me in every position he wishes. No, I do not want to make love, I want to fuck. Hard. Rough. I want him to take me like the beast he is.
I want him in my mouth, I can take him deep if he wishes to the back of my throat. I wish to swallow what he will feed me or give him a show of it dripping down my chin. Another image in my mind we share the viewing. My male struggles to breathe. Seduction at its finest.
My heat just ended yet why do I feel like I am in one. One that he is adding fuel to. Hot fluid slides down my inner thigh, a gasp of air he takes watching it’s trail down slowly. That is all it takes for him to pounce. He is lost no control bounding him.
Grabbing my thighs, he lifts me with ease my legs bound around his waist as I am pushed against the hard wall. Hot tongue licks my collar bone a slow rise from the base of my throat to my jaw. He tastes my flesh teeth nipping not cutting deep.
My palms around his throat I push my core into his hard cock enticing him further. Slow rock of my hips he cannot stand still with the way I seduce him. My towel has risen to ass, core glistening a perfect feast for his eyes. My male swallows harshly.
“Do it, fuck me like this. Please.” I moan the words in his ear and he stills. He doesn’t pay heed to my words so I thrust my hips into his.
Eyes closed head bent, his palm bangs three times upon the wall to my right. I stop quickly, my towel falling further the curve of my breasts showing droplets of water peppered over the skin.
When he meets my eyes I shiver with anticipation. A serious gaze one filled with hot want burning through all that binds him. Pupils dilate and he pants softly. No time for games he has the control now.
A soft knock at the door has my heart pumping. “Alpha Deimos, I have brought Luna’s meal. Has she woken up yet?” Maria speaks from outside the door.
I look at our position and nakedness. I don’t think this is what she wants to see the first thing in the morning. I shift trying to get down but he tightens his hold clutching me closer to him.
“Let me go, Deimos.” I plead struggling using all my filled energy.
“Come in.” A command leaves his lips and I still in his arms. Maria slowly opens the door with a tray in her arms. She searches for us and as soon her eyes meet our position she looks away head bowed.
I look away eyes shut cheeks burning up, why must this always happen to me? He grabs my jaw and makes me meet his predatory gaze.
“A-Anything else I can do for you, Alpha?” She questions her eyes rooted to the ground.
“That is all, Maria. You may return to the pack. Thank you.” He replies not taking his eyes off mine for a second. He shifts swiftly his hard cock pressing into my dripping core and I clamp my palm around my mouth.
She immediately leaves shutting the door softly behind her. I take deep breaths trying to calm my heart. “I told you not to provoke me, Lumina.” He says voice deep tone strong.