#52

Evander

Whinnie had finally called me to come collect a very tipsy Aurora. She was tucking Millie in on the sofa when Blake and I came through the front door. Whinnie pointed at the 2 empty wine bottles of wine, a third started. Then nodded at the women, who were whispering and giggling as Aurora fluffed Millie’s pillow and hugged her tightly. “It will be alright no matter what,” Aurora assured pushing back the slightly older woman's hair and placing a kiss on the top of her head. Millie nodded snuggling in.

There was a peace about Millie I hadn’t seen since I met her. Her drinking away her heartache wasn’t a secret to me. We had sat on my front porch tossing back a few wondering why we were both delt the lonely cards we received. I had just accepted it. I hadn’t found my mate, so things were less complicated. But, now that I did, I came to a fuller understanding of what Millie had been dealing with. Her mate was an absolute idiot.

Whinnie cut off a large piece of chocolate cake from the half eaten one on the table. “Seems Luna likes mom's famous cake.” I chuckled. Mom’s double dark chocolate cake had whiskey spiked frosting. My eyes followed her as she rose taking the last sip from her wineglass as she walked with steps normal to most humans but without her normal grace I smiled. “Had a good time?” I asked looking down at her. “Mmhmm,” she hummed biting her lip naughtily before tugging my beard gently down between her thumb and forefinger. I obeyed leaning down. She had taken her boots off, so she was particularly short. She gave me a promising but chaste kiss. “You owe me Alpha,” she purred quietly in my ear. Millie snorted then tried to hold back her tipsy giggles overhearing her eyes alight with delight for us. I was glad Blake and Whinnie had retreated into the kitchen to put away plates of food and wash the dishes. I growled into her ear, “Just wait till I get you home, love,” mischief danced across her expression and a thrill was rising in her. “Hmm, I wonder if that's a threat or a promise?” her sultry vibe was going straight to my cock. She inhaled my scent smirking. ‘You’ve been a good boy. Maybe you’ll get a treat. She cooed in my mind pulling away to pull on her shoes and grab her bag.

Whinnie popped her head out of the kitchen. “Oh Evander, Everything is a go! But we are adding a few things.” She let me know. I looked up in question. “Seems your mate wants to hunt with you and needs a bow pronto!” looking at Aurora, who shrugged. “I don’t need paws to hunt. I can do my part.” Goddess, every fucking moment I was falling more in love with this woman and my dick was getting harder. Was there anything she couldn’t do or wouldn’t do? Her face fell into a pout? “Whats wrong, love?” She let out a dramatic sigh. “Shopping.” I didn’t know what it was about shopping she hated so much. “I’ll take you tomorrow. Love, it’ll be ok, I have to pick up the papers my brother sent and chew his ass out,” I said. Milly snorted. Aurora rolled her eyes. Whinnie shook her head while drying a plate. “You just need shoes. Wear that dress you got at the thrift store. We will find you a shawl or something. Just go get some shoes.” Whinnie offered.

Aurora looked over at Millie's shoes and picked one up, looking inside. “Hey Mill?” she called. “Mmhmm?” the nearly dozing Millie answered. “You got some black or brown flats I can barrow?” “Sure thing, bestie,” Millie answered with a yawn. Aurora’s brows furrowed, her eyes danced around as I felt her mind race. I smiled looking over at the suddenly snoring Millie. Aurora grabbed her bag shaking her head. ‘She’s just been drinking. Didn’t mean it.’ She said to herself. However, I could hear. ‘Love, Millie is most honest when she’s drinking. She hides a lot of traumas but she means what she says. You two will be great friends.’ She looked over at Millie considering. She nodded, a little more sober. We both wished our siblings goodbye exchanging hugs and handshakes. I could see Blake struggling not to side eye me as I walked out, cake in one hand, Aurora's purple pack over the opposite shoulder. My arm on that side tucked around her waist as I guided her home.

As the last rays of sunset left the valley as we reached home and in my soul, I ached for the day where this time would initiate the hunt of my beloved. To finally bind her wholly to our pack and our joint purpose.

I set the cake under a glass dome on the counter. In the dim glow of the fireball she created out of what appeared to be nothing, our shadows danced across the walls. The soft shadows of her angelic face accentuating her beauty and I was bewitched as I assaulted her with the desire that burned within me like a temple worshiping its goddess. As I scooped her legs around me, I devoured her with kisses. Tasting her sweet neck, the sensitive spot behind her ear. Her lips and that delectably sinful tongue.

Making my way to ‘our’ bed I worshiped each inch of her. My menstruations honed in on their purpose as time faded and I appreciated and ravaged every square inch of her outside, as well as delving into the center of her molten core. And she received me with the same vigor, her wanting moans, her awe stricken gasps, the way her fingertips grazed over the plains of my skin and tugged wickedly at my hair, ignited something I knew could never be replicated. The Alpha instinct took over and as I curled around her naked form after several hours of united bliss, I knew after knowing this I couldn't live without her. Subconsciously, it was something I already knew. However, now it was certain, and I knew there were now reasons to stand in the shoes I was born to if need be. For her, I could be capable of anything.

I was making coffee and digging through my poorly organized silverware drawer when she came down in one of my flannel shirts. I guess she liked them. It was nothing that I minded. I kinda liked it. Her hair was a disaster, but she wore it like a crown of the sexy vixen she was on the inside. I passed her a coffee and a fork, setting my cup on the table and we both dug into the cake. We fed each other and scraped the plate clean and I couldn’t imagine a better start to the morning.

Her eyes landed on me studying me for holes. “So mo ghràidh (my beloved) Am I staying or going?” “I dunno, I feel great at the moment, but I know once my brother opens his big sarcastic mouth I’m going to start losing my mind. Your peace is like a drug. I don’t know if I can go without it now that I’ve had it.” I admitted. “When we are apart, I get antsy then I get moody and that just compounds into something else.”

“Then I’m coming, give me 10 I’ll be ready.” She said rising and running her hand along the back of my shoulders as she passed, moving towards the stairs. I really needed to figure this out one way or another. I couldn’t rely on her to keep me calm and to keep me faithful when things went south. Eventually, I would have to learn to regulate myself.
The idea that this could get so bad I could be disloyal reminded me of someone, and though I couldn’t excuse what had happened in the past, I understood it better now.

She came down the steps as I was finishing washing the dishes. Her hair was down, but she wore a heathered gray beanie and slate gray corduroy jacket with thick black leggings and a moss green oversized shirt under the jacket. She had dangling earrings in her ears and bracelets on her wrists, black gloves sticking out of her pocket as she held her hand out. Whinnie told the lady at the diner I was your fiance. It might look odd if I'm not wearing a ring. Which one?” she asked, extending her hand. There were 2 silver rings. One had a garnet, and the other held a moonstone with crescent moons on either side of it. I picked up the moonstone ring holding it up to her. “I should have known," she said smiling. She had a smaller bag over her shoulder. It was still a backpack, but it was purse-like. She tucked the ring into a pocket and as she pulled on her gloves, I grabbed my jacket off the back of a chair and we headed to the barn for our mounts.