Chapter 37: Katrina

**AUTHOR NOTE**

***Here's the bulk update the majority of you asked for. Prepare youself for spicy scenes and smutt filled action, along with some MXM scenes furhter on into the update. P.S. I wouldn't recommend skipping through these chapters, and don't say I didn't warn you ;).... Once your finished reading feel free to leave a comment or two letting me know how you felt about this upload**

My breathing was ragged, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I felt like the weight I felt on my chest would suffocate me. With each hour that passed, it felt like the room was closing in on me, and I would never be able to leave this fallout shelter. My hands were covered in sweat as I nervously fiddled with them while pacing the floor.

"Kitten," Miles growled, "Can you stop that? You're going to give me anxiety just by watching you."

Miles had tried to help calm my nerves earlier, but with the room getting smaller and smaller with each breath, it felt like I would suffocate, and I had to push him away from me. He told me it was okay and to stop apologizing for it, but it's hard not to feel guilty each time I picture the sad look of rejection on his face/

"Can't we just go outside for a little?" I ask, batting my big blue eyes at him.

"Kitten, I've already told you how dangerous it could be for us out there."

"If I don't leave this room now, I'll die from a panic attack," I reply, perhaps just a tad dramatic.
"Okay," Miles replied, dragging his hand up to his face in exasperation, "How about we go check out the bunker downstairs, you haven't been to the basement yet, and you could practice some sparing down there."

It wasn't what I was hoping Miles would say, but it would have to do as long as it got me out of this room. I nod my head in agreement and let Miles grab my hand, leading the way to the basement. The further we walked into the basement, the colder it seemed to get, almost like it was more ventilated than the rest of the home. I take in the basement walls and notice that they're all cement. Miles lets me walk further down the stairs by myself as he turns toward the top of the stairs and pulls the large metal door shut, turning the deadbolt and sliding over two chain locks.
"Worried someone is going to get in?" I ask as I turn around once I reach the bottom of the stairs.
"You can never be too safe." He replies. His mood is seemingly grim. I wonder if he's gotten any updates. I want to ask him about the situation back at the academy, but I don't want to sour his mood even more than it already seems to be.
"Or are you worried that once I kick your ass, I'll try to escape my captor?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows at him.
"Kick my ass, huh?" He growls, taking the stairs two steps at a time as he rushes down towards me, causing me to take a few steps back.

"How about we wager a bet," Miles states, a sly gleam in his eyes.

"What kind of bet?" I ask, feeling just a little nervous.

"If I take you down first and you can't escape, you can't complain about being here alone with me anymore." He states firmly.

Ah, the reason for his sour mood. He thinks I don't want to be alone with him. He couldn't be more wrong; I'm glad I'm here with Miles; he makes me feel safe. I wouldn't want to be hiding out with anyone else. It's not that I don't want to be here with him; it's just that I don't like feeling trapped. Growing up as an orphan, I always felt trapped, like I had had nowhere to go. Once I turned eighteen and gained my freedom, I promised myself I would never lose it again, but here I am, not even a full four years later, and I've lost that freedom. I'm not trapped in a bunker in the middle of only Miles knows where and I haven't the slightest clue when I might be able to leave.

"Miles, it's not that I don't..." I begin.

He stops me before I can finish my sentence. "So, are you in?" He asks, his impatience showing.

"What do I get if I win this wager?" I ask, wanting to weigh my options before deciding.

"Whatever you want, Kitten," Miles replies cockily, assured that I wouldn't be able to take him down.

"A stroll around the garden," I replied firmly, letting Miles know I won't be changing my mind.

Miles doesn't even hesitate before agreeing to the terms. He slides his shirt off his head, exposing his chiseled chest and long muscular tattooed arms. I notice a fresh-looking tattoo on the left side of his chest, right about his heart. I can't make out the words, but the picture is one black and one white angel wing.

"New tatt?" I ask, nodding my head towards his chest.

"I don't know," he replies flirtingly, "how about you come and take a look."

I wanted to run my hands down Miles's broad chest and toned abs, tracing my thumbs across his V, but I shook those thoughts from my head. I didn't need the distraction right now. I needed to focus on Miles and how I would beat him. I quickly followed Miles' lead and removed my shirt, grinning at how his beautiful hazel eyes lit with desire at the sight of my breasts in my black lacey bra. I also shimmied out of my skirt, leaving me in my matching lace boy short underwear. Miles licked his bottom lip, and I knew that my body would be a distraction for him.

"Alright," I state, walking towards the area with the gym mats placed strategically on the ground; taking the fighter stance Miles' had helped me perfect in sparing class; let's do this. May the best opponent win."

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Miles charges me, wrapping his arms around my waist and angling his left foot behind the back of my right ankle before sweeping it out from under me. I can feel my body start to fall backward, and I feel my body tense at the thought of losing so quickly. Before my back can slam down onto the mat, I feel a vaguely familiar itching on my shoulder blades; the itching is followed by an intense amount of pain and the sound of wings flapping. I feel a little off-balance, Miles's roar echoing in my ears.

I regain my composure quickly and use the momentum given to me by the sudden arrival of my celestial wings to take Miles down, releasing in the soft sound of his back hitting the foam gym mat.

"yay, I win!" I shout gleefully, leaning down to look Miles in the face, my legs straddling his hips because I landed on top of him.

"Because you're a cheat." He replies.

"Hey, all's fair in love and war." I shrug, "and we never went over the rules on what is and what isn't allowed." I reply smugly.

Miles has a playful smile as he reaches up and tucks one strand of my blond hair behind my ear. My attention goes to his mouth, and I feel myself being drawn to him as I lean down and place a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling back up and looking into his eyes, noticing the swirl of desire in them and his growing erection against my thigh.

Miles let out a growl and a murmured fuck it, before putting his hand behind my neck and pulling my body flush against his own; his lips crashing down on mine with such a bruising force that I opened my mouth with a small gasp, allowing him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue in, caressing my mouth with gentle strokes, making me want him with every fiber of my being.

Miles has a firm grip on my hips as he tries to control his urges, and I know I'll have fingerprint-sized bruises there later, but I don't mind.

"Let go," I whisper into Miles's ear once he pulls away from me, "Let go of your restraints and control. I want you, the real Miles hear with me right now." I push my his against his grasp and grind myself against his length, encouraging him to lose the control he held so tightly.

Miles lets out a moan, and I know I've one this battle between us. My core clenches when I hear the tear of my panties and feel one of Miles's strong hands grope me. "Fuck Kitten, you're so wet," Miles groans as he uses his other hand to slide down his boxers. I can feel his entire length against my skin now. "I can't wait; I want to feel you wrapped around me," Miles whispers in my ears while rubbing himself up and down my slit.

I don't need foreplay. I want Miles in me now. I want to feel as he sinks into my core and thrusts into me, claiming me as his. I want to feel his seed pour into me as my walls tighten against him, throwing me into my orgasm. I reach down between us and grab Miles's member positioning him at the entrance of my core. "I need you now, Miles," I purr at him, letting out a soft moan as he pushes himself inside me. His thrusts are long and soft like he's taking his time with me, trying to be gentle.

I wrap my arms behind his back; my hands tighten against his cheeks as I pull him down into me, thrusting my hips up so I can feel his entire length. "Harder," Miles, I cry, "Take me now! I need to feel you release inside of me."

Miles quickens his pace, his strokes still long but stronger and faster, as he plunges deep inside of me repeatedly. I can feel him swell inside me, evidence that he's close. The hand that's still grasping my hip slides down between us as he begins to rub his thumb along my clit.
"I'm so close, Katrina." " I need you to cum with me, Kitten."

His words, my name, and the nickname he's besotted on me, spilling from his mouth at such an intimate moment, brings me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me strong and fast, my walls clenching tightly against him, milking his cock, begging for his seed. I feel his ass tighten under my fingers as I dig my nails into him, holding him tightly against me as I grind myself into him, prolonging my orgasm as he spills himself into me. He moves inside me slowly a few more times before stilling and collapsing on top of me, crushing me with his weight in a blissful after-sex type of way.

A bright, magical light is circling us, and I know our mating has unlocked more power inside us.

"Ready for round two?" Miles asks after he catches his breath; I can feel him hardening inside of me already.

"So soon?" I ask, still feeling the euphoric after-effects of my orgasm.

"Yes, your pussy is still gripping me firmly, and I haven't had enough of it yet," He growls as he slowly rocks his hips, and I give in to another round of pleasure with my war god.