WARNING:- This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers.
A new path. A fresh start. I did not understand the weight his words held as he whispered them soothingly to me that night. I thought he merely wished for us to change further together, to become anew. But I was terribly wrong for that was not what it was.
Deimos was rewriting the past in his own way. In a way that thrilled me, in a way that made my heart pound beneath my ribcage, in a way that left me breathless. I saw the effort he put into everyday tasks, small as they may be. Just to bring a smile upon my face, to make his male show his toothless laugh for all to see.
Perhaps I do not still wish to admit it, the fact that I am drawn to him not to his physical possessions but to his soul that beckons me. A beautiful soul he possesses one that shines brighter to me than any other. He does not notice it, my eyes that linger on his flesh at all times.
I watch him as a predator would do to its prey, the little things I engrave within the depths of my mind. The way he kneels to appease the curiosity of the pups when he speaks to them, the way his eyes regards the pregnant females with gentleness. He has started to laugh more, with his wolves. With his warriors. More closer bonds he has manifested with them. No wolf blames him for his deeds, they still find him worthy despite everything that has changed within our pack.
Their respect for him has grown stronger more ferociously wild for he showed them that his throne is his and his alone. They fear him yet they adore him more. The elders have sunk back into their shells never coming out with their aggressions towards their Alpha. Peace has made its home within us.
But what struck me was the way his eyes gazed at female pups with a deep yearning. His fingers would often sweep their hair back so they could meet his eyes, he would swing them around or place them upon his shoulders or his lap. Kal would bawl to the scents that would paint his father’s skin whilst he carried him and Deimos would apologize constantly to his male.
But he couldn’t stop himself, his eyes would never stop their longing as he gazed down at female pups. They tend to be more fond of him than males somehow. He wanted a female, it was shown clearly to my eyes no matter how much he tried to hide it. And it is not as though I do not wish to bear a female as well. But it is a sensitive topic to touch for us so we never brought it forward rather kept it buried deep inside.
“Would you like some juice, Luna?” One of the females asks softly picking up the bottle her eyes lays gently upon my flesh.
“No, I am all right.” I reply peeking down at Kal who plays with his rattle belly placed upon the soft blanket. He has begun to crawl by himself on his hands and knees. At eight months old he has learnt to do it, Deimos was proud the day we saw it for the first time. He stood and watched chest puffed with pride and boasted of his male’s ability for Kal was growing with a quickness compared to other pups.
Ragon had captured several photos of it, I wanted them. I wished to decorate the walls with Kal’s pictures. We clapped our hands all of us kneeled upon the floor encouraging him to go further as my male laughed and cooed with excitement. It was a memorable day, one that truly filled us with joy.
“How about some fruits?” The female questions again lifting a small bowl showing it to me. I chuckle and give her a shake of my head. I am hungry, but not for what she is offering. I am starved for the one whose eyes are glued to my body.
A slow shaky breath I take in teeth sunk into my lower lip. Nails dig deeper into the blanket, my flesh burns with the fiery heat of his gaze. I cannot escape it. I am seated among the females under the shade of the Sycamore tree whilst he is seated upon camp chairs among the males to my right.
There is a division between us, one that he does not like one that he wishes to break through. He calls me as a siren would, a temptation that captures and bounds you beneath. Trying to join in the conversation is a difficulty for my words stumble about my mind crawling on its hands and knees to answer his call.
The way his eyes move down my flesh is that of a snake slithering downward with a torturous slowness savouring every inch of my skin. I slide the tips of my fingers upon my flesh hoping to soothe the burning, to calm the wildfire that erupts within me. But his fire is raging and wild, one that cannot be extinguished.
The way he looks at me is intense and uncontrollably fierce, a slow seduction. With cautious eyes, I meet his blazing emeralds. With a beer bottle in hand, mouth around the head he drinks to quench his thirst. Painfully slow swallows, his greed for me tying him down. Back leaned upon the chair head tilted to the side his legs spread apart, a lewd look he possesses in his eyes.
A slow inhale of control is taken in by me. Goosebumps from his wild eyes kiss my skin, electrifying tingles run down the entirety of my being. The first few buttons of his shirt are open, a perfect view of his scar painted flesh. A warrior’s body adds to the fire of his allure.
The males laugh loudly holding their bellies and the females giggle towards a topic of gossip. But there are two wolves who do not take any part in it, him and I. Our focus lies elsewhere, with tasting each other.
His soul bares for me, I can see everything. I can feel everything. The way he wishes to devour me in one bite, the way he wishes to sink his fangs into my flesh. A feast laid in front of him waiting to be eaten. He wants to claim me as his over and over again. My cheeks heat up to the pictures he shows for me to see. He is shameless with his ways, uncaring to what I may think. He knows what he wants and what he wants, he acquires.
Tying my hair up baring my neck showing my mark to him has him sit up swiftly, hands clutching onto the chair for dear life. The fire in his eyes flares, a fervent look he gives me. The control he wields bends and breaks to slip from his fingers as he stands and makes his unwavering straight path to me.
Wolves stop their chatter and watch on with curiosity to the antics of their Alpha. I shiver to his emerging closeness, his scent cradles me gently filling me up with his warmth. No matter what I am not full of him and neither is he. Each afraid to take that step to satisfy our raging needs.
Emeralds draw in to focus on my flesh, he finds nothing else worthy of his full attention. He stands in front of me pheromones dripping out his pores speaking of an Alpha’s want of his female. I shut my legs praying the smell of my desire does not saturate the air.
“Elriam.” He calls his new warrior eyes never leaving mine.
“Take care of our male. I need to speak with my female.” He says as Elriam offers a curt bow in understanding and shifts closer to Kal. Deimos gives me his palm for me to take. “Come.” He says.
I am quick to place my hand in his which he grips tightly, I gasp at the heat of his flesh. He is burning hot. I walk behind him as he takes us into the shadows of the dense woods. A closure of privacy for him and me.
Anticipation pulls at my belly, my heart beating in a fast rhythm hoping that he shall make his desire be known to my body. Hoping he shall make his fantasies come true. My feet tremble, thighs quiver as I force my legs to follow him.