In The Beginning, Chapter 28 - Words Don't Come So Easily
Daniel POV
Regardless of the rocky start, the morning turned into a fantasy I harboured since I first saw Charlie. I made excuses to stay in the bathroom and watch her put on her lotion, and put on her make up, she even let me put the weird oil stuff on her hair for her. Then I got to watch her fix her hair in her underwear, she finally shooed me away after I put the suitcase on the bed for her and sat down to watch the show. I was grinning like an idiot when she ordered me downstairs to make coffee. When she finally came down, I knew no matter how good she looked in her underwear, I would always wait for the end result in the future. She wore a black, high necked sweater, that covered her hickies, and clung to her curves, with the tightest black pencil skirt, I stared, mouth open, trying to figure out how she was gliding down the stairs, her heels in one hand, a pair of snow boots in the other. Her stocking covered feet skipped up to me, and deposited her shoes at my feet, before taking one of the steaming cups from my hand and kissing my cheek. She sat at the table, with her coffee, typing away on her phone, oblivious to my content gaze, when I realised, she was still using her battered old device. I went into my office and retrieved the phone she was assigned when she was hired, I wasn’t sure about the battery, but she could charge it in the car, I thought as I made my way back to her. But when I entered the kitchen, she was bent over, looking in a cupboard for something, and every thought but ripping her impossibly tight skirt in two left my brain. I growled, aroused, and possessive. My instincts screamed at me not to let another male see my mate, but also to make them know she was mine, my legs took me to her before I realised, I was moving. I began rubbing my scent on her, aggressively, I had to kiss her lips, so I didn’t leave a hicky on her jawline.
“Daniel?” She giggled, as she pushed away slightly, my wolf growled, and pulled her back, struggling to explain, as words failed me. She placed her hand on my cheek and smiled at me warmly. “I can change, or I can make pancakes.” She offered with a giggle, holding up the skillet she had been searching for.
“I don’t want you to change, I like your outfit very much.” I admitted, gulping in as much of her scent as I could to calm myself. “Other men, seeing you in it? Is another matter entirely.” I replied, low and guttural, much more animalistic than I had ever sounded before.
“No one would dare look at me, with your beast ready to pounce.” She flirted, her breasts pressed against my chest, her fingers gripping my shirt, pulling me closer as I tried to restrain myself.
“Keep playing with fire kitten, and I will make you burn.” I vowed as I sucked her earlobe between my teeth. My phone began ringing, breaking her of the haze of lust, and she began turning on the stove as I cursed whomever was calling me to a fate worse than death. I left her new device by the old one, and retrieved my phone from my jacket pocket, I saw Ben’s name flash on the screen and swore I would get him back before I answered. “It’s not even 8am, why are you calling me?” I snapped, ignoring all social norms to let him know exactly how pissed I was.
“I would wager I just interrupted something.” His voice gloated through the phone. “Almost like it was intentional, like I felt you blocking my link. Anyway, are you and Charlie actually planning on doing your jobs today?” He asked dryly.
“Yes, actually, we were just making breakfast.” I replied a little petulantly, but I was still annoyed, I had been seconds away from having Charlie for breakfast.
“So, you made coffee and Charlie is making everything else.” Ben mocked.
“Well, I would be helping but I’m stuck talking to your stupid ass!” I snapped, the whole call seemed unnecessary.
“Whatever you say, brother.” He laughed. “I’ll catch up with you later, if you make it to work today.” He ended the call, pissing me off more, but it all evaporated when I saw Charlie, in an apron, mixing a batter and frying bacon. It might be old fashioned, but I saw her, and I couldn’t help my brain picturing her making pancakes with our pups or teaching me how when she is too round and swollen to reach. She smiled as she faced me, a plate of bacon in her hand.
“Can you set the table while I make the pancakes?” She asked as she neared me, placing the bacon on the table. She tried to go back to the stove, but I stopped her, pulling her spine flush with my chest, I placed my lips on the skin behind her ear, and I heard her heart rate increase. “They’re gonna burn.” She whispered.
“Let them. You smell too good to let go.” I muttered as I pulled her collar down, licking her neck, feeling her heartbeat through my tongue. “And you taste... divine.” I gasped, drunk on my need for her. She spun in my arms, rubbing her body on mine, her eyes stared at my lips for a moment.
“Breakfast now, and I will let you do anything you want to me tonight.” She said with a seductive wriggle, leaning in to kiss me, but turned at the last moment and escaped my clutches. She sashayed her ass back and forth as she walked away from me, leaving me hypnotised. “Hop to, these pancakes won’t take too long.” She teased as she flipped the one in the pan and continued grabbing different items to add to our meal. I pulled out some plates, and the maple syrup, while she cut up some fruit, occasionally trying a piece as she moved from job to job, keeping everything moving. Before I had even finished getting utensils, she had a stack of pancakes and a bowl of fruit salad ready for the table. She sat at my right, and waited for me to take a pancake, an eager look on her face, I chuckled despite myself, and pierced two with my fork, plopping one on her plate and the other on mine. I dumped my syrup on like a little kid and dug in as she scooped the fruit into bowls, I couldn’t help the groan that escaped my lips as the light fluffy sweet cake hit my taste buds. I opened my eyes to a smug grin on my mate’s face.
“Your pancakes are excellent, but your pussy’s sweeter.” I linked her, she nearly spat her fruit across the table, her hand covered her mouth just in time, and we both collapsed in a fit of giggles.
It was heaven, until we finally had to leave for the office, and I had to admit to doing something I didn’t think she would like. Breakfast had been idyllic, she questioned me about the phone, and after I helped her with her coat, and boots, but then I had to tell her. I helped her with her scarf, trying to find the words, I really wanted her to understand.
“What is it?” She finally asked, probably sensing my anxiety.
“I asked Bailey to be your bodyguard, he will be riding to work with us, in case of an attack.” I took a breath and bit the bullet. “If the vampires try to attack me, his job, his only responsibility, is to get you to safety. I don’t want to argue about you fighting, I need this for my peace of mind, please Charlie!” I snapped, and she recoiled, hurt.
“I wasn’t going to argue. I agreed to a bodyguard.” She said quietly, and I felt like a dick.
“I know, I’m sorry. I got myself worked up worrying about how you would react, I’m sorry, I should have had more faith in you.” I admitted, kicking myself for snapping like I did.
“I’m not thrilled with the idea of abandoning you, but I can deal with an extra person in the car on the way to work.” She pouted, but I saw the corners of her lips lifting a little.
“And in the office.” I added sheepishly, pulling my best puppy eyes as she gawked at me.
“Why on earth does he have to be in the office with me?” She asked incredulously.
“Because it wasn’t really feasible for you to work out of my office, or for me to work out of yours. So, he sticks to your side, except at lunch, cause that’s when I get you all to myself, in my soundproof office, for a whole hour, once we are back full time.” I tried to tease and entice her, as I pulled her closer and locked my arms around her waist. “He can sit in the conference room across from your office, if you promise to tell him before you go anywhere, even the ladies room, even to see me, please?” She knew she was my weakness, and she knew how hard it was for me to beg her the way I was, but she also knew I would, I would beg, on my knees in front of the entire pack. I felt no shame for begging her, she held a power over me like no other.
“If it will make you feel better, fine, but only until Theia teaches me how to control my magic.” She countered; how could I refuse her?
“Fine.” I relented, and she kissed me softly, grabbed the rest of her things and sauntered towards the door, leaving me wondering who really won that exchange.
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