Jolene
One: I ignore him and try to fall asleep with him by my side – Not very likely to work. Two: I confront him about how he is oppressing his pack – I would for sure get Chloe in trouble. Three: I try to talk to him and get him to open up to me– That-
“Jolene are you okay? You have been staring at the wall for a while now? Are you sure you want to sleep with clothes for working out?” Lancelot lay beside me on his bed pushing away the blue blanket.
I was sitting on his bed with my legs crossed. I looked around. His room was as immaculate as always. I sighed and looked at my clothes: an oversized t-shirt and leggings. They weren’t really working out clothes. “Yes. If I don’t I will lose the habit. I need to always be ready to fight.”
“That is actually a good idea. I’ll keep it in mind.” He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around my waist.
Yes, you should. Why isn’t it surprising that he sleeps in his underwear? My whole body was burning at the sight of the deliciousness in front of me.
I guess I am talking to him. I lied down and nuzzled up against his chest inhaling his sweet scent. I glanced up at his face and he smiled gleefully. How can someone so lovely do those things? I pushed him so he was lying on his back and sat on his thighs straddling him. He smirked and placed his hands on my hips.
“Can we talk?” I leaned down in a soft tone until my chest collided with his. I placed soft kisses on his neck.
“We can do anything you want…” He answered breathlessly.
I pulled away and looked into his eyes. “You are very different now.”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Different, how?”
I’m sure he didn’t expect me to say that. “You are colder and a little bit bitter.”
“I’m not cold to you. I love you more than my own life or anything else.” He sat up and hugged me, burying his face in the crook of my neck and sniffing me. “I can barely believe that you are finally in my arms. Please, don’t leave ever again. I won’t mess up.”
He pulled away and gazed at me. It’s true. He isn’t cold to me, but he has grown to be an aloof and grumpy in front of everyone else. He looked fragile, as if his sanity depended on my answer. Can I really stay? The rules… No, I’m not letting that influence my decision.
“I am yours.” I rested my forehead against his.
He bit his lower lip and sighed sadly. “I know what you are doing now, but it is okay.”
He knows? I don’t want to lie to him, but I don’t want him to know.
“Lancelot –”
“Sorry if I’m not the kind of person you would like to have as a mate. I had to change for this pack to survive. I need to be a good Alpha if I want to be worthy of you.” He shrugged, keeping eye contact.
“Worthy of me?”
“Look at you and everything you have done from such a young age – All your accomplishments. The way the pack was before, it wouldn’t have lasted. Without a pack, I wouldn’t be able to prove that the Moon Goddess didn’t make a mistake with us.”
There is a fine line between devotion and obsession. Is he really doing it for me though? Let’s try something.
“I don’t think it is okay how you treat the children. They should be able to play outside. The borders are being protected so there is no real dang–” “Danger is always out there. The children must be kept safe so they can become strong warriors.” His expression was unreadable and his tone low – and icy, of course.
“I know that. But, a couple of pack members could watch them. It is not like you need a whole army.” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood but it had the opposite effect.
The almost blank expression on Lancelot’s face turned into an angry one. He frowned and even scrunched his nose as if I had said of done the most disgusting thing he had ever heard.
“Do you think it is joke?” His tone was harsh.
I just stared at him, not sure of how to act. He had never talked to me like that.
“Tell me! You think of everyone’s security is a fucking joke?” Now, he was raising his voice.
I will fucking punch him in the dick if he keeps being an asshole. I tried get off him but before I could stand up he tightened his grip on my hips and kept me in place. He growled at me.
“We are talking. Lancelot looked at me as if I was his enemy, but I didn’t miss the hurt in his voice. Where do you think you are going?”
Hell no, you don’t get to treat me like this. I looked at each of his hands and then at him, my eyes narrowed in a furious glare. “You have exactly five seconds to let go of me. I don’t appreciate being yelled at. I don’t do that punching bag bullshit, either. If you keep trying to use physical force on me, I will bite your dick off. Little mate, I don’t recommend you try to fight me. You attack me; I tear you apart.” Now, I was yelling, great.
‘I would gladly kick his wolf’s butt if he keeps acting like a brooding idiot.’
‘Thank you, Larentia.’
My nose was almost touching his. I hadn’t realized how close our faces were now. I should have, though. I was sitting on top of him and he had leaned in toward me. He didn’t look angry anymore, instead, he was looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and slightly open mouth.
He leaned even closer, tilting his head so our noses wouldn’t bump against each other. “I am sorry, Jolene. I’ll do whatever you want me to, anything. I trust you.” His voice was raspy and sent good shivers down my spine.
My breath hitched and I felt myself melt against him. The warmness of his groin against mine and the smell of his arousal made his desire even more evident. It was the part of biting his dick off, right?
The scent of orange blossoms, the sight of his clear sapphire colored eyes, and the tingles of his skin against mine flooded my senses, making me dizzy. I just froze there looking at him, dumbstruck.
He slightlystuck his tongue out licking his pink pouting lips starting from the right corner of his mouth and biting his lower lip for less than a second once he was done, his eyes on mine the whole time. My mind went blank. My will was dwindling. Why am I so weak to him? No, why is he so irresistible?
“Jolene… I love you. Forgive me. You are my mate. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that. I won’t ever do it again.” He pulled me closer, his hands on my back and his gaze on my lips. “May I?”
How could I refuse him when my body was literally aching to be with him and I am not even in heat. I just want him so much. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak now.
He smiled and kissed me. His soft lips moved slowly for a few seconds before becoming demanding almost greedy. It was as if he was trying to show me his feelings through this kiss. I could feel all the eagerness to be with me, the desperation of waiting, the hunger to have all of each other, and the fear of being pulled apart ever again. A/N: Things get a little more steamy from here – Not “I need a shot of holy water steamy” but somewhat explicit. You can skip to the next paragraph divider.
He pulled away to remove my shirt. His eyes were glued to my bare chest, making me feel self-conscious. I cupped his cheeks and crashed my lips against his again, getting even closer, not caring one bit for the argument we had just had. Soon, I was rocking my hips against him, rubbing myself against the bulge in his boxer briefs. He grunted and cradled my body tighter against him.
His hands travelled back to my hips. His grip tightened and he rolled me to my back, settling between my legs, without breaking the kiss. How long had I been waiting to be like this with him? Years… But, it didn’t matter because now we were together and I wouldn’t ever leave him now.
He was on top of me, kissing me hungrily, his hands slowly caressing my body, from my neck to my chest and inner thigh. Leaving a trail of tingles and warmness behind them. He kissed and softly licked from my jaw to the crook of my neck. It was like a treat and a torture at the same time. He paid so much attention and every part but the one that needed his touch the most.
Finally, he slid his hand inside my leggings and slowly brushed my sensitive skin, slowly moving lower and lower. His nibbling on my neck intensifies as he explored my skin for where his mark was supposed to be. My eyes shot open and I searched for the last remains of my will-power. We can’t do that yet. I need to tell him first, but not now.
I grabbed his hand, pulled it out of my pants and pushed him off me. He whimpered as he fell on his back, but I was back on top of him in a second. I kissed him roughly, grazing his lips and tongue with my teeth. He grunted as I ran my fingertips through his bare chest and abs.
I kissed and lightly nibbled on his neck. His raged breathing motivated to tease him even more. I played with the elastic of his boxer, before pulling it down. I pulled away to take in the man in front of me, my soul-mate. He was like a sculpted work of art, flawless. He looked back at me, his cheeks growing redder the more I stared at him. I kissed him again.
“You are cute.” I stroked his length slowly. His flesh throbbed against my palm, and his moan vibrated against my lips.
Whenever he tried to move his hips, I would stop him. I kept teasing him until he looked at me with a pleading look. Oh, my poor mate. I took his generous-sized member in my mouth, licking it from the tip to the base and lower. I let my mouth take care of him, greatly appreciating that he had just showered.
That’s it. He is on a pineapple based diet starting from tomorrow. I grimaced at my reflection on the mirror and brushed my teeth – again. I probably should change my underwear as well. There is so much sexual frustration in my life that I’m afraid that one day I will walk out the front door and a clowder of cats will surround me and demand that I take care of them.
I washed my mouth and sighed. I was fighting him. How the hell did I end up sucking his – Freaking mate bond.
‘Don’t blame me for that. That was all you. If it was me, you would be marked and mated.’ Larentia chuckled.
‘I had to blame someone, and you were the closest one.’
‘What are you going to do about you know?’
‘Shh… If I don’t think about them, problems don’t exist. Someone, probably Shakespeare, once said, I think and therefore I exist. Same thing applies to life problems.’
‘Golden. I’ll say I told you when it all blows in your face, like what almost happened just no-”
I blocked her out and walked out of the bathroom to get another pair of underwear. Lancelot, who was sitting on the bed, wearing just a red boxer, straightened up. My mouth watered. I smiled, then gulped, as I let myself soak him up, my gaze trailing over his pecs, his abs and all those tightly defined muscles. I don’t get tired of this sight.
He cleared his throat and I tensed up. I smiled sheepishly, opened my bag to grab another pair of panties, and went back to the bathroom. I changed into the lacy white underwear and put on the oversized shirt, ditching the leggings.
When I returned to the room, I sat next to Lancelot and hugged him before kissing his cheek and whispering “I love you.” He kissed me on the cheek and then on the lips passionately. He slipped my shirt over my head and pushed me slowly making me lean down on the bed.
Lancelot kissed every inch of my body. My heart was beating faster and my breathing quickened. I need him, now. He slowly pulled my underwear down his blue eyes on me the whole time. He leaned down kissing me from my collarbone to my inner thigh. His breathing against my sensitive skin made me shiver with anticipation. He ardently returned the favor.
“I love you too…” he whispered.
Mystery solved. To say he is talented would be an understatement. He should quit being an Alpha and just devote the rest of his life to going down on me. That sounded so wrong. At least the cats will leave me alone for now. I am just wondering what other things he can do.