The floorboards creak and groan to the weight of the male who takes his first step into my empty house. His scent blooms as a flower spilling its freshness against the cold walls. My eyes enlarge to understanding that sets in. This was it. Only he could do it for me.
Only he could change a house into a home. Only he could melt my coldness.
He scans the interior from the low ceiling that is barely able to accommodate him to the tiny open kitchen that lays before his eyes. I take Kal from his hands allowing his father the freedom of absorbing what I had built.
Whilst I prepare some grounded lean meat to feed the little one, Deimos wanders through the house fingers brushing past everything he passes by, he wishes to feel it. To listen to what the house says to him of my life here void of his presence.
He strides towards the closed bedroom but he does not open it merely stands in front of it placing his palm atop the wooden door. “You can go in, Deimos,” I whisper swaying Kal upon my hip whilst feeding him with a small spoon. He swallows eagerly savouring the tenderness of the meat whilst opening his mouth wide for the next bite.
Deimos startles to my voice that eases his anxiousness yet he ponders over whether to enter or not for he does not wish to barge through my personal space. He understands and respects my boundaries, he does not wish to overstep them. I leave him by himself to do whatever he pleases, just as Kal calms his own storm so must Deimos.
Sitting upon the chair by the table I focus on finishing feeding the little one for with his belly full his eyes will close naturally with drowsiness and I shall put him inside his crib to sleep after.
Deimos roams further the miniature house over and over through the same places, it is as if he is engraving its features in the depths of his mind. This was something he truly yearned to see and be a part of. Yet he never enters my room, he finds an invisible barrier that lies in front of his eyes.
Whilst time passes, I gather the tired pup in my arms taking him into the bedroom. Seizing Deimos’s hand I guide him in as he stumbles with a surprise of my suddenness behind me. “This is where I sleep with Kal,” I say while laying the little one gently in his crib. He does not protest merely rolls up in the blankets as his eyes flutter close losing himself to the deep slumber that calls him.
Slightly dazed emeralds peer through the small but warm room taking in the ambience of its entirety. A delicate smile paints his face, whilst he takes weak steps towards the bed. Trembling fingers touch the mellowness of the mattress lifting it he brings it to his nose. Eyes closing shut he pulls in a deep breath.
“I see the lonely nights. I see the hard nights. I see the nights you laid awake right here, your heart mourning my mistakes. I see you, my female.” He murmurs voice drowning in the pain of what his mind reveals to him.
“But I also see the happiness this house brings you, the warmth you feel. This house is the speaker of your soul. I feel you strongly here as the blood that runs in my veins. What you have built is truly divine.” Deimos utters picking up the photo frame that laid upon the bed table. A gentle smile comes alive as his eyes scan through the picture of me kissing Kal’s plump cheek. He doesn’t need to say it for his soul shows it for me. His overflowing love and adoration for Kal and me.
“Deimos.” Almost luminescent forest greens meet mine, the photo clutched tightly over his chest. He shall treasure what he has seen.
“Yes, my female.”
“Call me by my name.”
His eyes widen at my words, the beats of his heart calm and manifest to a whispered slowness. My words sink deep to kindle a soothing warmth within him, words he thought he would never hear slipping past my cold lips.
He is unable to say anything, lashes that frame his alluring eyes flutter constantly to the thoughts that my words have evoked within him, he cannot believe it. He cannot hold my truth for I have blessed him not once but twice tonight.
Our eyes cling to each other our waves of boundless peace collide and embrace the other. I take the first step forward towards the heat of his flesh, a step of encouragement to say what simmers beneath his lips. He swallows, his throat moves with agonizing slowness to his antics.
My trembling palms capture his biceps skimming my flesh against his, I breathe in his miraculous scent and he takes mine in. His actions are hesitant as he stoops down to nudge his cheek against mine shifting his nose onto the side of my neck. Silky lips kiss my mark, savouring my true essence. Our wolves watch beneath barriers waking up, sound and alert to the bonding of our electrifying souls.
Palms hold my jaw gently lifting my face to meet his, eyes draw mine to embosom his. “Call me, Deimos.” I show him my yearning, the walls of my soul tumble and shatter to pieces. My soul is for the one who has earned me.
“Lumina.” He beckons me whilst tears well in his eyes, a male unable to suppress his overwhelming emotions for this is the biggest gift I have given him. I smile, one that my eyes show brighter than my lips. This is it, no matter how many wolves called me by the name he gave me I did not feel what I do at the moment. When my name slips past his lips, it is as though I am swept into a cloud of tranquillity. One that melts the ice of my heart, now I have none left as I stand bare in front of him as he is to me.
Seizing his face, nudging my fingers onto his cheek I guide him to me to place my lips against his, it is not a passionate kiss but a delicate welcoming one. To show him that I shall be his home and he shall be mine. His eyes are tightly shut a deep frown lies between his eyebrows. The emotions of his heart are soaring and he is unable to leash them.
“I shall be your light, Deimos,” I whisper my truth against his lips. Emeralds shift from paleness to startlingly vivid. Warm hands are swift to cage my hips, I take in a sharp breath whilst he hoists me with ease, my legs fasten around his waist breasts press against his heaving chest.
“You were, are and shall always be my light, Lumina.” Eyes drown into mine as he plunges his lips back to my yearning ones. It wasn’t one that built unfathomable heat down in my core but one that spoke to my soul, slow and sensual. He reveals to me what his heart declares through the kiss.
Closing the bedroom door softly behind him as to not disturb the pup held by deep slumber, he escorts us to the small sofa laid by the open kitchen. Lowering me with care onto the softness he hovers over my being, almost luminescent greens waver around my face to engrave each of my features.