Urges…
The corridor was quiet; the only sound was the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees outside. When I reached his door, I hesitated for a moment, my hand hovering over the handle. Doubts crept into my mind-what was I doing? Was I really ready to face whatever was waiting behind this door? But before I could turn back, the door opened, and there he was, standing tall with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Ashley,” he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that still held so much authority that it sent shivers down my spine. “You are here a bit late; come in.”
He stepped aside, allowing me to enter. The room was dimly lit by a few candles, their flames flickering gently in the breeze. It was simple yet elegant, with rich, dark furniture and a large bed draped in luxurious fabrics. Simon closed the door behind me, and the quiet click of the lock echoed in the stillness.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. I could feel his eyes on me, studying my every move. It made me both nervous and excited, the tension between us almost palpable. Finally, he broke the silence.
“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” he asked, his voice low and steady.
I shook my head, unsure of what to say. The truth was, I had no idea what he wanted from me, but I knew that whatever it was, I was willing to give it.
He took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. The simple gesture made my heart skip a beat.
“I asked you here because I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his voice growing more tense by the second. “There are things you need to know, things I need to tell you.”
I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. “What is it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself for what he was about to say. “Ashley, there’s more going on here than you realize. The things you’ve seen, the way people have treated you, none of it is by chance. There are forces at play that you can’t even begin to understand.”
His words sent a chill down my spine. I had always suspected that there was something more to the strange events that had been happening, but hearing him confirm it made the reality all the more frightening.
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly. “What forces?”
Simon’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, he seemed almost sad. “There are things in this world that are beyond our control, things that shape our destinies in ways we can’t even comprehend. And you, Ashley, are at the point where your decisions will shape whatever happens to you moving forward.”
I stared at him, my mind racing. “Me? What are you talking about exactly? I’m still very confused.”
He took another step closer, his hand gently cupping my cheek. “As you already know, I never liked you from the moment you came into this house, and to be very frank with you, I do not see you as someone who is worthy enough to be with my brother and me. However, one thing I cannot dismiss is the fact that you are our supposed fated mate, which I still haven’t accepted yet.”
“But I thought that you-”
“Admitting something is very different from accepting it. Don’t get it all mixed up now.”
“Oh.” I pursed my lips and quietly waited for him to continue.
“Anyways, as much as I am not very happy about it, I am not oblivious to the many signs that point towards you being our mate. Besides, there is a power within you, something that draws people to you, makes them want to protect you, to be close to you. But that power is also dangerous, and there are those who would do anything to control it.”
I felt a surge of panic rising within me. This was too much, too overwhelming. “What do you mean, control it? What do they want from me?”
Simon’s grip on me tightened slightly, as if trying to reassure me, though it was far from comforting. “They want to use you, Ashley. To manipulate you for their own purposes. The circumstances surrounding your leaving Klaus’ house are so complicated that I don’t think you should hear about it from me or Lucas. This is another reason why we are so particular about you not going to certain places or leaving the mansion if neither myself nor Lucas is with you.”
His words were both comforting and terrifying. The idea that there were certain mysteries surrounding me and my presence since I arrived at the mansion was new information I probably wasn’t ready to receive just yet. At this point, I didn’t even know what to believe anymore, and I started questioning everything and everybody, including the intentions Lucas and Simon both had toward me. However, there was something in Simon’s eyes, a sincerity that made me believe him, made me trust him even when I really didn’t want to.
“Well, since you don’t think you’re in a place to give out that information, I won’t pry further, but please, I really need to know if you get any information about everything that has been going on with me,” I asked, my voice trembling.
He sighed, his expression unreadable. “For now, we will just take things one step at a time. I’ll teach you how to control your powers for future purposes. I’m saying this because a lot is definitely going to happen, and you will need to be able to protect yourself even when Lucas and I aren’t around to help you.” He paused for a short while to gauge my reaction, but I didn’t give much away. He kept his gaze on me a little longer before continuing.
“You and I both know that you are a very weak Omega, and it is already risky enough that we have you in our house, which leaves everybody open to threats. However, if you manage to learn more about how to protect yourself and grow in strength, it will not just help you but also everyone else around.”
I nodded, feeling a strange mix of hurt and acceptance at what he said. Yes, I did know I was a very weak person, but it still hurt having him say it directly to me. I didn’t fully understand what was happening just yet, but I knew that sooner or later, everything would become clear. But for now, all I had heard was enough.
Surprisingly, Simon pulled me into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around me as if to shield me from the world. I buried my face in his chest, allowing myself to take comfort in his warmth, in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt safe.
“Thank you, Simon,” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt. I knew I wasn’t supposed to call him by his name, but I just couldn’t help it this time, and I was more than ready to take whatever punishment he might offer for it.
I waited for him to react, but he surprisingly didn’t respond with words. Instead, I felt him gently press his chin onto the top of my head, whispering a silent statement that I didn’t catch. By the time I realized he was saying something, it was already too late to grasp what he had said.
As we stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, I knew my future wasn’t secure here in the mansion, but for now, I was going to embrace every moment and each opportunity I got to spend in the arms of my mates, like I was right now with Simon.
After a while, I was about to move away from the hug, but he held me back, tightening his grip as he pulled me in even more. This simple act alone instantly gave me butterflies, and it brought back thoughts I had tried to bury from the whole car saga.
I could feel my body becoming more awakened with every passing second we spent in each other’s arms. After almost three minutes in the same spot, I felt his hand slowly moving from my lower back to my hips, and finally to my backside. When one of his hands firmly grabbed one of my cheeks, a soft moan escaped my lips.
“You’re mine!” he groaned as I felt his hand slip under the top I was wearing. I had put on my sleepwear, a two-piece pajama set with a fluffy, soft texture. His hand was warm, and the moment it came into contact with my already cold body, I found myself craving more of his touch. There was something about the atmosphere that felt so intense! I couldn’t resist the need to mate, and neither could Simon at this point. We were already so lost in each other, and the sexual tension between us was so high that it didn’t surprise me when Lucas walked in, his wolf already starting to take over. My chest was beating fast as my wolf began to emerge as well. We were all ready to mate, and there was no going back if they marked me along the way.
“You’re ours!” they both growled as they slowly started moving closer to me, fully transformed. Lucas grabbed my waist and effortlessly lifted me off the ground, carrying me to the bed where I lay down, ready for what was about to happen.
In no time, every piece of clothing was on the floor, and our breathing was hitched. Simon took the lead, entering me while Lucas built up the tension by teasing my breasts with his mouth. I curled my toes as he sucked and bit them softly, making me moan out loud. Simon’s pace started slow at first, and I reveled in it alongside Lucas’ teasing until Simon began to increase the pace. My moans echoed throughout the room, but Lucas silenced me with a passionate kiss while fondling my breasts alternately.
After a while, Simon slowly began to reduce his pace until he finally stopped, waiting for a moment before releasing inside me. I felt the warmth trickle onto the bed, but I didn’t have time to dwell on it as Lucas quickly took his turn. He started with an intense pace, and I cried out as Simon took over teasing my breasts where Lucas had left off.
For hours, the air was filled with the muffled sounds of our activities, and we all ended up sleeping late, but it was worth it. This was a moment I had longed for, and the urge had been too strong to resist. By the time we finished, I was so tired and exhausted that I fell asleep immediately, not even thinking about the fact that I was still unclothed.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself fully dressed and alone in bed. Neither Lucas nor Simon was in the room, but flashes of the night we had spent together slowly started coming back to me. I smiled until it dawned on me that I had actually fallen asleep without putting my clothes back on. So who had dressed me, even putting on my undergarments?
I quickly got up from the bed and tried to run as fast as I could back to my bedroom. The moment I opened the door, I bumped into Simon, who was holding a cup of coffee. I had bumped into him so hard that the coffee spilled on him.
“Oh no!”
Simon looked down at the spilled coffee on his shirt, his expression a clear expression of the anger he was feeling about it “Well, that’s one way to say good morning,” he said with an intentional squint.
I flushed with embarrassment, quickly reaching for a towel to help him clean up. “I’m so sorry, your highness! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”
He snatched the towel from me intentionally, his fingers brushing against mine. “Give it, I don’t want you ruining the shirt any further.” He dabbed at the coffee stain, his movements calm and unbothered.
“Everything alright? You seem to be rushing out if the bedroom like you actually saw a ghost or something”