CAELLUM’S POV
It was the third day of our love fest.
That was what I was calling it now. The past 48 hours have got to be the best in my entire life. Every moment and every time, I discovered another side of my mate.
Every side was more daring than the last. I’ve lost count of how many times we’ve had sex. As well as the amount of times we’ve made love. Being with Naledi made me understand clearly what it meant to make love.
Being with my mate brought out the pussy in me, the side that I never knew existed. The side that would go to any lengths to keep a woman that didn’t want to be kept.
As the time passed, I felt a little more anxious. I counted the hours until the heat wave would elapse and wondered how I’d be able to go back to the life I lived.
A life where I didn’t get to wake up beside her, fuck her all night long, breathe the same air with her and invade her senses. A life that was utter garbage and had me wondering how I had put up with it for so long.
Naledi was asleep. She was worn out after the last round we had and fell into deep sleep. It was a miracle I was still walking, and preparing lunch for her.
I knew by the time she got up, she would be hungry, and although a part of me whispered it would be not for food, I still decided to make something edible just in case.
The fact she was able to sleep without struggle told me that we were in the final hours of our heat wave and I felt pain in my heart. Despite being far from her, I could sense her presence everywhere.
My wolf was going crazy with joy, lust and anger at our state. Our mate was fertile. She was ready to conceive my pups. It was nature’s way of telling us what we should be doing as a couple.
Without completing the mating circle by marking each other, there was no way any seed of mine could germinate in her womb. No matter how hard and deep I spilled my seeds inside her – which I tried a lot more than I can count – it was of no use.
Other than the sweet feeling of getting inside her honey pot and filling it up until I saw my load drop down her thighs, there was no effect whatsoever. Which bummed me and did crazy things to my wolf.
The Alpha’s house has been on lock ever since my mate got into heat. I got Marcel and Korah to put a shield over the house and had Matteo restrict the area from any more unsuspecting wolves that thought it wise to get anywhere close to my mate.
Although I doubt anyone would make such a mistake after the example I had made of the ones that came around on the first day. They were currently in the hospital, getting treated and thankful for their lives.
I’ve been in touch with the doctor who not only told me about the state of the men held under his custody but also gave me a heads-up as to my mate’s situation. A few minutes ago, he called, giving me information about how the last day was going to be the toughest one yet but I didn’t believe it.
Things were going smoothly so far and it was hard to believe there would be anything wrong with how calmly she lay on the bed, glowing and unbothered. I thought too quickly because suddenly, I heard a crash sound from the room.
I hurried back to her, and upon opening the door, there she was, on the floor, and crying. My heart thundered against its cages and I rushed to her, helping her up.
“Are you okay?” The words shot out of me, as she struggled against me. “What’s going on?”
I made to kiss her, and she accepted my kiss, returning it with passion for some time before deciding it didn’t cut it. Naledi ripped her lips from me in one second, and her hand reached for her neck.
“It hurts..” She cried, scratching the place where my mark was supposed to be. “Caellum… it fucking hurts!”
Her eyes flickered in shades of white and brown, and she fell on my feet, begging. “Please Caellum… Do something… It hurts so bad!”
I reached for her, taking her to bed and descending on her like a lion. My solution was hard and fast fucking. Which didn’t seem to cut it. Because she held my head tightly, pushing me to her neck, in a silent plea.
She wanted me to mark her. Hell, I wanted to mark her. But not like this. Not because she was in pain, or forced by the heat phase. I wanted to mark her because that was what she truly wanted.
Because she wanted to be mine forever, because she wanted to bear my pups because she wanted to be my Luna, my Donna, and nothing short of that.
When I refused to do that, she raged, “Just fucking do it Caellum!”
I shook my head, “You can get through this. We’ll get through it.”
That seemed to add fuel to the fire, “What? You don’t want to? You can’t find it within you to make the mistake of marking me? To make the mistake of dooming your life to be with me forever?”
Now she was trying to pin it on me. “You know that’s not it. You don’t want this.”
She softened and threw herself at me, kissing me and exploring my body with her hands. “Then do it. Make me yours, Caellum.”
“Please… end this pain.”
I kissed her down to her neck, telling myself this was not a good idea, she was only trying to get me to do that, to ease the pain. I couldn’t let her make a mistake. I couldn’t bear being a mistake.
“Naledi..”
Her tears dropped on my skin, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please… make it stop.”
Unable to control myself, I let my wolf take over my will, and the next second, my fangs sunk into the nape of her skin. And just like that, I felt a shift in my spirit and a part of a thread tied in place.