“Would he learn to float by today itself?” I question whilst glancing at the little one whose eyes meet with the darkening sky. His mouth open in awe he babbles of his admiration to what he sees.
“It takes a few months, I shall make time to bring him here as much as I can.” He replies never taking his eyes off his male. Deimos is gentle and highly careful when it comes to Kal, he is aware of the little things and makes sure to handle him with patience.
Deimos slowly removes his left palm from under Kal’s bum and the little one is unaware of its departure. It truly is a beautiful scene to witness, your males bonding. I can sit here and watch this take place for an entire day. It takes away my concerns, my negative thoughts and brings warmth to me. It puts a smile on my face.
As time passed, our male got accustomed to the clear waters. It carried him up with ease whilst he relished in the feeling that the smooth waves inflicted upon his flesh. It was as if nature frolicked with him, it was as if she adored his presence.
Deimos took him for several rides, back and forth they went. They dived deep a few times as well, and every time Kal was brought up he would offer us his smile of excitement, an indirect way of asking us to do it again. Among the laughs and giggles, several pictures had been clicked by my camera. I shall decorate the walls of the castle of his growth soon so he shall know it as he grows, that he is loved.
“Shall we leave? The sun has set.” I mutter casually whilst scooping some water to pour it over my bare legs to cool my heated flesh. Lifting my skirt higher above knees to my mid-thighs I bend lower repeating what I just did.
A sharp intake of breath is taken from a male whose heat emerging from his eyes seems to burn deeper than the sun. There is a shiver to his flesh, one cannot say if it’s due to the chilliness of the water or the unforeseen passion that sets him aflame.
Deimos is always in need of me. There is no stop to his appetite, there is no end to his desire to consume every inch of me. Darkening emeralds draw in mine, to beckon what already belongs to him. He feasts on my wet flesh that glistens and seduces him.
Every natural action of mine sets him on fire, there is nothing I need to do on purpose from my side. “Deimos, stop,” I whisper to him caging my need to answer his formidable call. Hopeful that my weak warning shall help subside his fire.
He takes in a deep shaky breath as though he were in pain as though he found the situation to be agonizing. My true essence tempts him, it always does. There is no end to it. His chest rises and falls back painfully slow, he swallows harshly. A lewd male is controlling his bestial impure nature.
“I cannot, my female.” Voice hoarse and unfathomably deep he controls what wishes to be unleashed. He is truly an electrifying male, there is that power that he possesses. A relentless power that leaves me immobile and submitting to his sinful gluttony.
Trembling fingers are quick to pull down my skirt, hiding my flesh from his eyes. But it does not faze him for his hunger is not for my flesh, it is for what I possess within. Each step he takes towards me, he carries the saltiness of the water with him. A saltiness I would like to taste.
His chest bare water drips down his flesh with a slowness, seduction at its finest. Each drop that slides down his skin adds to my thirst to drink him in. “Come here, my female.” He calls me as a siren would, voice manifests to a raging beast. A fervent need pokes at him, he cannot think he cannot speak. Only find a way to cage me.
My weak steps falter backwards, I stumble and fall. His eyes take in everything, from the surging flush of my cheeks, my heavy breasts to the wetness of my skirt that clenches tightly around my flesh. A prey. That is all he sees in his eyes.
Unfaltering, unwavering he walks towards me with purpose. To eat, to digest.
Our male is the first to break our surging dangerous ardent connection. He wails of his hunger, his belly pulling at him asking to be fed. Deimos is brisk to halt his need, retaining his male to his chest. Peering down at me, he scans my burning flesh once more. His wolf retreats with a flash of teeth towards me, not in aggression but a promise. A promise he shall devour later.
He gives me his hand which I quickly take, “We shall feed him first.” He says jaw clenched as he guides us back to the house. His hunger still simmers and sizzles beneath surface. No matter what our male comes first. This shall never change.
The path back to my house is quiet, I do not dare to open my mouth as to not say anything that shall fuel his craving. Kal weeps the entire trail back, in demand to be fed. But he calms as he takes in the scent of the emerging house.
Deimos prepares to give our male back to me drying our pup’s flesh with the towel cleaning him before I take him in. I peer up at the house I built taking in its outer layers, yet the heart of the house remains void waiting patiently for not two of a family but three. It is time.
“Here, take him.” He mutters leaning towards me handing our male who has now begun to suck on his thumb in hunger.
“Deimos,” I whisper eyes drawing his own to mine. I call his name, not as a stranger but as my own. My voice is faint as he frowns with confusion as to why I am not receiving our male whilst trudging closer to my heat.
“What is wrong, mate?” He probes eyes submerging deep into mine. He wishes to discern my mind, he wishes to know the sudden change of my aura.
“Come inside.”
Silence. Pure lasting silence slips through us enveloping our bodies in a cloud of surprise. He blinks a few times yet he never takes his eyes off mine, nestling deep into my heart to visualize my truth that slipped past my lips.
“May I?” Insecurity is swift to sink its teeth down his core. He is confused, unsettled yet also mildly happy. For this is the very first time he shall enter the house I built meant to keep him away. He panics to come in for he thinks he shall filthy the purity of the place with the mistakes of his past, he finds himself unworthy to enter my heaven.
“I would like that.” I reply whilst I saunter ahead to open the door. Startingly vivid greens peek up at the entirety of the house then falls to meet mine as I stand still having the door pulled wide open for him to enter. I welcome him.
Slow steps he takes to where I stand, he swallows trying to calm the nervousness that floods him. Feet bare he raises his right foot upward and glances up at me to see my emotions of this. He asks me with those pale and watery eyes if I am sure of this.
“Come, Deimos.” I urge him with a smile of encouragement, this is no Alpha male that stands by the door. This is a father, a mate who is trapped beneath the guilt of his past. This is an insecure male who is in want of being loved, in fear of being hated and left alone.