Fated Bond II

I found the drive to kiss him more, probe his lips and run my tongue in his mouth, give him pleasure by deriving a great length of pleasure myself.

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            Her lips quivered, I did not know why, and a pleasurable sensation coursed through me, sending chills down my spine and causing Goosebumps to erupt through my skin. I shut my eyes and my arms jerked shortly as I allowed the sudden new feeling to settle. This was my very first kiss, the very first time my lips touched another.




             However, unlike what I learnt in those steamy books, Elspeth’s lips remained unmoving. I badly wanted her to slide her tongue into my mouth and let our lips move in sync, but on the contrary, she left me hanging, slowly drawing back to take a good look at me. I smiled soothingly, noticing how well heated I was, as she was― for I could already smell her arousal.




 

                        ELSPETH’S POV

            How and when did God create this man, was it that he waited an eternity to map out this figure before me, and then took his time to form it? Because this man was an absolute beauty, his gorgeousness was so out of this world that I could not stop myself from tasting those enthralling lips of his, which solely called to me.




            Its feeling was soft and cold, cold that my lips quivered and my body shuddered for a moment. Nothing went forward after that, yet I could not deny that just a single kiss from this man could cream my pants so thickly. I felt tingles at the tip of my toes and fingers, my body longed for my Mate, and I wanted him so badly. It had been a long wait, an exceedingly long one.




            I needed to tell this man how much I cherished him. Courtesy be damned! I loved my man and nothing more will give me joy aside from confessing my feelings and letting him be with me; this was how in-love I now was. I broke the kiss, leaning out to take a proper look at my Mate’s face. What was his name again? I would surely get to find out.




            Anyhow, he smiled. I was sure he might have seen the arduous emotions that clouded my eyes. I found the drive to kiss him more, probe his lips and run my tongue in his mouth, give him pleasure by deriving a great length of pleasure myself.




            Nonetheless, ‘tick tock’ said the clock. My Mate could not afford to be late for his first breakfast in the Tower and it was on my account to get him ready in time. I then reluctantly tore my eyes away from his piercing pair of amber ones.




            I know, I could tell, my wolf groaned. I had to perform some mind work to calm it down, momentarily closing my eyes as I tried to visualize the scene when my Mate and I would finally become one; when he would hover above me and I, squirming, beneath him.




             I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with the smile still playing on his face. I was now convinced that he knew of our bond because, habitually, all the Masters I have served in this Tower were discourteous and overbearing. I expected, at least, a reprimand from this man for the many times that I had stared him in the eyes. On the contrary, he seemed quite okay with it.




            We spent the rest of the time with constant eye locking and smile exchange, along with the joy of finding out that my Mate had known that I took extra time and placidness to bathe his tight, milky skin.




            I was soon done and gone out to the room to wait for my Lord to dry his skin and meet me in the chamber. He did come in seconds after, looking heavenly in the light blue towel tied below his torso. So you know, this time, I looked at him, I did not consider gallantry. He was my mate after all. I watched him walk toward the wardrobe and I was opportune to see his backside– a round, cute derriere that looked just okay with his long, muscled legs, they flexed as he walked.




            Arrayed was my mate in a creamy red, fluffy long coat upon a tucked black shirt and leather black pair of pants. I waited for him to slide his legs into his boots before making him sit in front of a vanity mirror. I then went ahead to loosen his hair from the messy ponytail he made it into.




             Notwithstanding, aside from his physical body build and spellbinding facial appearance, my Mate had an amazing hair, the type of hair that I considered rare; its texture as soft and smooth as I had never touched, with a light and entrancing color that was capable of capturing the daylight. I could also bet its length was up to the point above his waist.




            “What style do you prefer, my Lord?” I asked formally, rubbing down costly fragrant oil onto his hair.




            “Will you still address me so courteously?” he queried instead, totally ignoring my question. I did not know what to reply. He however continued, “What happened back there, it was not unintentional― you know that we are tied by fate.”




            I worked down the oil onto his scalps, my eyes shortly looking up to the mirror and I realized that he watched me all the while through the same mirror. I preferred not to reply, I did not know what to say after all. Therefore, I kept silent as I made two tiny neat weaves along the front sides of my Mate’s head, and a bigger one at the middle of the twin weaves, and then proceeded to cluster the whole hair, with a red bow, into a low ponytail. The hair came all the way to his lower back in straight, shiny strands.




            I took four steps back, waiting for my Mate to be done with checking out his fresh demeanor. He smiled and stood tall on his feet. “In case you want to address me,” he began, “My name is Wayne Rhevelor.” His latter smile was captivating to an extent that I could hardly bear to look not at him. The smile extended his lips and exposed a dimple on his left cheek, causing his deep-set eyes to narrow. I curtsied.




            “And no more of the decorum, please,” he added and moved to the drawer beside his study table, taking up a sheathed dagger and tucking it into his right boot. “I will see you at even,” he said before finally leaving the room. I was then left to ponder on where last I had heard his name, as it sounded so familiar to me.




              Somehow, I thought I had once overheard it from the mouth of the Ace in a conversation with Alpha Gar’s right-hand woman, Deveron. What were they saying again? Oh, they mentioned him as the lost son of the Alpha, and here I was thinking he was some kind of ally to the Fire-pall Pack.