Chapter 21- Luke and Miya 2

Third person POV



Miya followed Luke into his room, he gestured toward the sofa and she understood that she should sit there.

Miya thought that Luke will join her, but he raised his index finger, indicating to her to wait before dashing into the bathroom.

A second later, Miya heard the water running in the sink and she wondered what Luke was doing, She didn't see that he was dirty in anyway, but then maybe she missed it.

Luke was splashing cold water on his face in an attempt to compose himself.

Whle they walked, Luke was leading the way maintaining a slight distance so that he is in front, not because he wanted to silently show who among the two of them will be in charge, but because he didnt want Miya to see his hard-on stretching his shorts The arousal was maddening.

At young age, Luke had learnt different meditation and various breathing techniques in order to control lust and desire. Luke would be proud to say that indeed it had worked for him all this time.


But then those years of practice went down the drain from the moment he picked up the delicious scent of wet soil and oud and connected it with the dark-haired beauty that was the owner of
ravishing lips and big brown eyes.


However, before he gives in to his instincts, they needed ta talk. He can't just pounce on Miya ike a horny teenager. Well must werewolves behalf like that but he isn’t like must werewolf.



He waited for this moment twenty-one years, three months, and seven days (yeah, he was counting), so he should be able to hold back for
a bit more.

Luke focused mightily on the task at hand, but the fact that Miya's image flashed in front of his closed eyes didn't help.

He needs to clarify a few things in order to avoid potential misunderstandings in the future. He had heard about how many werewolves have mated in the heat of the moment and at the end they regretted it.



He thought for a moment. Should he kiss her first? For how long? With or without the tongue? What about fondling? Yes, yes... fondling is important to set the mood.

No! They need to talk first. Who can focus on talking? Miya was right there, on the sofa, waiting, and she wouldn't come with him if she
was not willing.

What was he supposed to say? Maybe he can touch her a little. He really wanted to arrange kisses all over her body and to explore her thoroughly. Will she allow him to do that?

Luke raised his arm and sniffed under
his armpit. He showered a little while ago. but what if that was not enough? He didn't want Miya to think of him as a stinky guy. Hygiene is important!

Luke knew that they need to talk about important matters, but all his blood pooled into his groin area and the arousal was rendering him unable to think. Ah, this will be a disaster!


'Get a grip, Luke!, he encouraged himself while splashing more cold water on his face.


In the bedroom…

Miya had no idea that her trip to the Crystal Blue pack will take this turn.

Earlier she was angry when she found out the reason why they came here but it was all to her advantage at the end. She had found her mate.

She closed her eyes and took a took a deep breath. Everything smelled of Spices just like Luke. When he looked at her, Miya could see her reflection in his dark eyes, and she was ready to stay there forever.

Luke was taller than Miya by half a head, handsome, and a bit shy and calm. He was the mate from her dreams and Miya couldn't wait for the rest of her life with him.



Miya jolted at the sound of Luke clearing his throat and she wondered why his hair was wet. Surely, the sound of water came from the sink.
Did he put his head in there? Now that Luke was standing there and not moving, Miya got a chance to take a good look at Luke's impressive
physique that was not hidden with his t-shirt and shorts, and she really wanted to put her hands under that fabric and explore the landscape his
muscles are forming.

That delicious-looking hunk was her mate, hers and hers only, from now until forever.


Miya swallowed hard at the sight of Luke's dark eyes directed at her. His damp hair was slightly messy with a few strands falling over his forehead, making him devilishly handsome and
Miya pressed her legs together, suddenly aware of her appearance.

Was her dress too casual? If she knew that she will meet her mate, Miya would put some makeup on and fix her hair. What if he doesn't approve?

Luke stood at the door of the bathroom with hands in the pockets of his shorts and stared at Miya as possessed. She was beyond beautiful.
His hands down there had the role of concealing his hard-on and he hoped that Miya didn't notice. She was observing him intently and he never
saw a woman more alluring in his life. Everything about her was amazing.

Miya was not sure what to expect. She came to Luke's room with privacy on her mind, and she thought that they will explode into kissing, caressing, and wild lovemaking and this... just
what was this?


Was he waiting for her to make a move? Probably. I mean he is shy Miya moved to the side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her.

"Will you join me here?"

Without a word, Luke walked to her stiffly and only after he sat, he got his hands out of his pockets.

Miya really wanted to feel the addictive sparks again and she reached to hold his hand.


"We should talk.", Luke said while jerking his hand away Miya had no problems with that.

"Sure, What do you want to talk about?"


She ignored Luke's weak attempt to avoid her hand and he closed his eyes when their hands touched.

Miya noticed that he was stiff. "Is this bothering you?" She was talking about their hands.

He wanted to hold much more than just her hand. "It's difficult to focus."

Miya smiled. "I know. But it feels good. Right?"

It felt amazing, and that's why it was difficult to focus, but he couldn't make himself to pry his hand out of her hold.


Ah, this will be difficult!




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