Seth must have realized because he pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head. "Is it okay with you if I go to his house to check on him?"
My heart melted at him asking me if it was okay, but also for wanting to check on his best friend despite the strain this situation would cause them now. He was beginning to prove himself to be a good guy at heart.
"Of course. I'll stay with Milo tonight, if that's okay?" I inquired to the man in question.
He polished off his final sandwich and sucked on his finger to remove the sauce. "As if I would let you out of my sight. One of us needs to be with you at all times until we figure out how the pack will behave with this development. I don't trust anyone to act civilly."
Seth nodded at him, "We're in agreement. Your safety comes first, Kira."
Stepping back from him, my eyes widened in shock, "Wow, you must be serious to use my actual name."
All of his usual playfulness seeped away until I stared into the eyes of a man who would burn the world down for me and not think twice about it. The change rocked me to my core and pricked my eyes with tears at the apparent depth of his feelings for me.
"I will never joke around when it comes to your safety. You are the most important thing to me now, and I won't allow anyone to harm you."
The urge sat on the tip of my tongue to tell him that he had allowed people to harm me for years up until now, but for some reason I found the anger at that dissipating. It was overridden by the desire to accept the bond the goddess had blessed us with, and to allow him a chance to prove the man that he could be.
"We should go before the alpha or anyone else gets wind of us being here or of what happened. I'd rather let them know of these circumstances on our terms," Milo stated while piling another plate full of food and grabbing a bottle of whiskey.
"You guys head back to Milo's place. I'll come find you in the morning so we can face the pack together."
My heart warmed at the easy comradery between the three of us. They seemed to accept this bond and each other without question. Seth grabbed Jameson's plate and dropped a quick kiss to my lips before slipping out the door.
My wolf whined at seeing him go, but I attempted to placate her. He wasn't leaving us like Jameson. He would be back. He was ours.
"Grab a bottle of coke from the fridge and let's get out of here, Babe."
Babe? I like the sound of that.
I did as Milo asked, and we headed out the front of the dining hall, towards his home on the outer ring of houses. The alpha's house stood at the center, with rings of houses built around it. From an aerial view, it looked like a target ring with the alpha's home as the bullseye.
Milo's parents were low in the pack’s ranks, so they lived on the outer rim. He had decided to build a home near them instead of waiting to find out his place in the pecking order once he shifted. He didn't care about the prestige that came with a higher ranking and said family came first no matter how high up the ladder you climbed.
After tonight, it was clear that he would have been very high up the ladder with how quickly he’d shifted and found me.
I admired his bare upper body with the moonlight glowing on him. It hit me out of nowhere that he had no marks from his fight with Jameson.
"Are you hurt at all? I saw your wolf bleeding after Jameson bit into your neck."
"Wolves have heightened healing powers. He only inflicted a few superficial wounds, and they healed rather quickly. That's why I stayed in my wolf state until the wounds fully mended."
I switched up the topic, not enjoying the memory of Jameson hurting him despite his claim that he’d only suffered minor injuries.
"I thought you didn't drink soda? You said it was bad for our bodies." I dangled the coke up in the air with the question.
A smirk appeared, and he chuckled before answering, "The coke is for you. I don't think you can drink straight whiskey, and we're definitely having some drinks tonight."
I wasn't much of a drinker in general, and he was probably right, but damn did my wolf not like his dig that we couldn't hold our own with him. She was going to get me into shit with that, I could already tell. I said a prayer, hoping that my new metabolism would burn off alcohol quickly, or else tomorrow would be more miserable than I already anticipated.
Chapter Nine
Kira
Nerves began to build in my stomach as Milo opened the smooth wooden door of his cabin. I had never been inside his home before, and it felt extremely intimate. Glancing around, I saw that the open floor plan offered much more space than my small cottage. A cute kitchenette sat off of the living room, where I stood gawking at the beautiful, high arching exposed beams. I made note of the comfy looking dark leather sectional positioned in front of a large, already lit fireplace against the far wall.
Talk about a fire hazard.
My nerves were making me focus on everything but his naked torso and the fact that he was mine, officially.
Had I thanked Selene yet for that? I needed to.
He headed straight to the kitchen, depositing the food and alcohol, whilst I stumbled after him awkwardly, unsure of where to go. It felt wrong to wander around without him, but man, did my skin itch to discover more about him and his home.
Now that I didn't have to force us apart, I wanted to devour everything about him.
As I moved to set the coke down on the counter, my eyes ran over his toned back, and for the first time I felt a hint of inadequacy around him.
Had he brought other women here? Would my lack of experience disappoint him?
Pulling out the barstool next to the counter, I winced as it made a horrible scraping noise. I hadn't expected it to be made of real wood and so damn heavy.
I sheepishly grinned when he turned towards me. "Oops."
Chuckling good naturedly, he reached up into a cupboard, pulled out two shot glasses, and motioned for me to go to the couch. "Let's get comfortable. No need to act all stiff and proper at the bar stools."
My nerves skyrocketed over where I should sit on the couch.
Right next to him? Would that be too much? I didn't want to look clingy.
This whole relationship thing was new to me, and I found myself drowning in the uncharted territory.
You can do this, Kira. Stop overthinking every little thing.
Dropping the bottle of whiskey and shot glasses onto the coffee table, he relaxed into the corner of his couch, arms extended on the top of the cushions like he didn't have a care in the world. Cool as a fucking cucumber.
Rounding the corner of the sectional, I hesitantly placed the coke bottle onto the coffee table and promptly decided that the floor looked like the safest spot for me.
Dropping down onto the plush white rug, I crossed my legs in front of me and began petting the rug like it was an animal. It was just so soft that I couldn't resist it.
Smooth, Kira. Really fucking smooth.
Milo raised an eyebrow at me like he was concerned for my sanity, and I couldn't help the shrug that I sent back to him. That made two of us, babe.
Babe? Where had that come from?
He looked like he had a sudden epiphany as he slid forward off the couch and onto the floor, scooting a few inches towards me, so that when he sat, our legs touched.
"You know I don't expect anything out of this night other than to finally get to know my mate with nothing else getting in the way?" His face held a mixture of fear and contentment. An odd combination.
What did he have to fear?
His soothing tone and relaxed posture made me realize that I was acting ridiculous. I had known Milo and his heart for years now. Our feelings for each other had blossomed well before we knew we were fated, and it honestly didn't matter if he’d entertained other women here before me. I was adult enough to know that the past was the past.
I pursed my lips and lifted a finger to them as if in thought, tapping them lightly. "Well, what if I expect more out of this night than that?"
Before
I had a moment to process his movement, he was on top of me and pressing my upper body gently to the ground with his chest brushing against my own. My nipples pebbled underneath my shirt, the light smattering of his chest hair scratching against them.
His left hand found my hip as he squeezed gently and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, forcing me to tilt my head up. His stubbly facial hair scraped against the sensitive skin, sending an instant flare of need to my core.
My back arched involuntarily, and he pressed a kiss to my neck before muttering in a husky tone, "I promise you, I will fulfill whatever your expectations may be, mate,” ending with a soft bite to my exposed skin.
Inside, my wolf rose to the forefront, demanding that we make him submit to us, not the other way around.
A small growl rumbled from me, and I found myself pushing him to the side and swiftly switching our positions. The speed and gracefulness with which I maneuvered shocked the hell out of me. I guess I could thank my wolf for that.
Settling on top of him, I felt his hard length pressed through the thin material of his sweatpants between us. Rubbing myself along him, I moaned softly as the pressure on my clit sent sparks of desire through me.
Dropping my head back, I closed my eyes at the sensation of this moment. I could smell his arousal for me, and I was certain he could scent mine. My animalistic side demanded release, and I wasn't going to deny it.
His large hands grabbed my waist and ground me harder onto his length, setting a back and forth motion while rocking up to meet my hips. A groan escaped him at the heightened sensation, and our gazes locked. He refused to look away as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down while his eyes issued a challenge.
Fucking hell, that was hot.
My wolf however, did not share that sentiment. She accepted the challenge and demanded we set the tone for this mate bond now.
My hand shot out, wrapping around his throat lightly at first, but with increasing pressure the longer he refused to look away.
"Submit to me,” I demanded in a sultry and confident tone that I didn't recognize.
As he opened his mouth to respond, I squeezed tighter and leaned down so that we were nose to nose. Rolling my hips while straddling him, I took my time to punctuate each word with the movement.
"You. Will. Submit."
A rumble vibrated through his chest and into my sensitive nipples that were pressed against him, pulling a soft moan from me. I resisted the urge to submit in the heat of the moment.
No longer would I be submissive to anyone.
His head slowly tilted to the side, baring his bulging jugular vein. My eyes narrowed in on it, reveling in his submission. Lowering my mouth to his neck, I quickly bit down on the tender flesh, marking my claim on him.
He was mine, and only mine.
His head turned back towards me, a deep hunger in his eyes as he watched me drag my cotton shirt over my head. Tossing it to the side, I brought my finger up to the edge of my mouth, wiping his blood away, before sticking it into my mouth and sucking on it deeply.
He surged upwards, grabbing the nape of my neck and tilting my head to the side. Instinctively I knew this wasn't about dominance anymore, and I allowed myself to relax into the sensation of his mouth alternating between soft bites and soothing licks of his tongue.
A coldness settled onto the damp skin his mouth abandoned, making me want to yank him back, but he worked to quickly satisfy my needs elsewhere. His hot mouth clamped onto one nipple, swirling his tongue around it languidly, while his hand came up to pinch my other nipple. He rolled it between his fingers, varying pressure until he found the perfect amount that left me writhing in his lap.
"More. I need more," I panted as I attempted to push him back down onto the ground, but he refused to budge.
Instead, he bit down on my nipple, pulling a hiss from my lips at the painful pleasure. His free hand worked its way down to my damp folds, parting them with ease to find my already throbbing clit.
Just a slight amount of pressure from his thumb made me want to ride the hell out of his hand to get me to the orgasm building in me. His thumb rubbed in circles, and my hips began to rock of their own accord.
He alternated his mouth to my other nipple, while increasing his speed with his finger. The sensation of his mouth and hands everywhere brought forth a deep hunger for more.
I needed more. I needed him. All of him.
Pulling back, I reached down quickly, knocking his hand out of the way from what I really needed. Reaching under the band of his sweatpants, I fisted him firmly, stroking up and down his velvet length.
He was wide enough that my fingertips couldn't touch and long enough that both my hands could grip him simultaneously.
Selene, seriously, thank you so fucking much.
His head tipped back in ecstasy. I may not have had much in the way of experience, but I refused to let the unknown scare me, choosing to let my instincts guide me instead. His pants and groans spurred me on, and I found that I loved knowing that I brought him this pleasure.
I slowed my pace and lifted up onto my knees to position myself above him. His head flew back up, and he asked with a gravelly tone to his voice, "Kira, are you sure? I wasn't expecting tonight to go—"
Cutting off his sentence with my movement, I lowered myself onto him, taking in just the tip of his cock.
"I'm fucking sure. I want this, no—I need it," I stated, leaving no room for argument in my tone.
He cradled my face between his hands and pulled my lips to his as I tried to ease down further onto him. A bite of pain hit me as I stretched to accommodate his size, but a sudden flood of warmth through my pelvis shocked me.
I started to pull off him, but he murmured against my lips, "Shh, Kira. It's the mate bond helping us. Feel how slick you are now." He pulled my hand to where his cock met my pussy, and I was stunned by the fact that I was practically dripping onto him now.
His hips rocked up, pulling a gasp from me, and I moaned as I continued to lower myself onto him, wondering how all of him could possibly fit, even as lubed as I was.
"That's a good girl, Baby. You can take all of my cock, can't you?" He growled, throwing the subtle challenge at me as I rocked myself up and down his length, trying to figure out how I'd manage to take anymore of him.
His words made me crave more of his praise, and I began moving up and down a little faster, finding myself sinking onto him farther, inch by delicious inch. His finger came up to rub my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me as I worked myself onto him.
We locked eyes and a moan slipped from me, and he rocked up into me, in one swift thrust, sheathing his cock entirely. My mouth opened at the feeling of the exquisite fullness, and for a moment we didn't move.
His hands went around to grip my ass firmly, slowly moving me up and down as my arms wrapped around his neck, sealing our chests together.
I found myself craving more, if that was even possible, and I raised up onto my knees slightly before slamming myself down onto him fully. A harsh cry slipped through my mouth at how deep I felt his thick cock inside me.
It was the most glorious feeling in the world. Not only the physical sensations, but the physical sensations combined with the pleasure that came from knowing that not only did this person own your body and soul, but that you could trust them to take care of both.
The passion that infused the moment left me breathless, and I felt a lone tear track down my face.
I wasn't alone anymore with my wolf and my mates by my side.
Increasing my pace, I frantically rode him, desperately wanting that moment of bliss. Our bodies slapped against each other, our joint moans filling the air, and soon I felt myself clenching onto his cock at my precipe.
"Fuck, Milo. I'm so close." My voice sounded like a plea, and it was.
He delivered.
Reaching around me, he pushed his sweatpants all the way off and lowered his back down to the ground. His hands moved to
my hips, holding me up slightly as his knees came up behind me, his feet flat on the ground. My confusion held me immoble for a brief moment until he began to move.
He slammed up into me, hitting deeper inside of me in this position, and his hands gripped my hips tightly. Increasing his pace, he left me no time to breathe as my climax built up to its precipice, continuously driving his cock into me until I shattered around him.
"Fuck!" I screamed as shockwaves blew through me, and my wolf howled in my mind. Milo grunted moments later as he stilled and spilled his seed into me. He thrusted slowly a few times before lowering his legs to the ground and smiling up at me.
I felt like I was floating in the clouds, close enough to touch the moon back at Selene's home. Bliss flooded my system, and I collapsed down onto his chest, his arms quickly wrapping around me as he kissed the top of my head.
"Holy shit," I breathed out shakily.
A shiver went through me as he traced his fingers lightly against my back. "I'm not done with you yet, Kira."
Chapter Ten
Seth
When I told Kira that I wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her, I’d conveniently left out that Jameson was also included in that. I didn’t give a shit if he was my lifelong best friend. No one discarded my mate like she was a piece of garbage, leaving her in broken pieces on the floor.
A burning inferno of rage had stewed inside me from the moment I walked in and saw her crumbled on the ground in a puddle of anguish. I’d tried to hold it in, so as to not scare or concern her over what I planned to do. She had needed me to be a pillar of strength for her in that moment, not a loose cannon hell bent on taking out anyone in my path.
I already struggled internally with the memories of watching others bully her and doing nothing to stop it. If I could beat the shit out of myself, I would.
Fuck, I deserved it.
At the time, with how little attention I had paid, I’d thought the whole dynamic was simply the result of typical women’s cat fights and nothing serious. Definitely not something worth getting in the middle of and running the risk of ruining my friendship with Jameson.
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