Chapter 58 To Please Him I (Mature)
Kristen's POV
"What are you doing, Calhoun?" I'm almost short of breath when I ask him this.
"Listen, tonight is just all about me and you," Calhoun assures me. The look on his face shows that he knows I'm thinking about my mother.
"No, how can you do this when..."
"Don't mention her," Calhoun cuts me short. His good mood had dropped instantly. How does he expect me to act calm and nonchalant when he never told me beforehand?
He did talk about marriage at the museum, but I never took it seriously. I let it slide after that day. And tonight, he has a ring in front of me, asking me to marry him.
"But..."
"I told you I have everything under control, just ease your mind," Calhoun assured me. He hasn't even pocketed the ring yet. "It's not so easy." My heart is currently in my throat. It's too good to be true. He seems determined to make me his. My reaction earlier didn't even make him change his mind.
"Do you want to be with me, Kristen?" Calhoun inquires.
My mouth parts and sharp breaths flow out. My heart is already pounding so loud that it's the only thing I can hear. Both fear and anticipation are merged, giving me this indescribable feeling.
"Answer me." He demands, holding my gaze.
"Yes," my response comes out faster than I intended.
"Then accept my proposal," Calhoun says.
Both Maddy and Sapphire are urging me to accept Calhoun's proposal. He's still standing right in front of me, holding the diamond ring which I'm certain costs a lot of money. The way it's reflecting says it all.
Never in my twenty-one years on earth did I pause for once to think someone would make a marriage proposal to me, my mother's husband for that matter.
Except he's my mate and we share mutual feelings.
Calhoun puts the ring on my finger, and bottom Maddy and Sapphire burst into a peal of excitement because the ring fits.
My heart makes a leap so high in my chest, that I nearly faint.
How can they be this elated when Calhoun is still working on his divorce with my mom?
How will Mom feel if she finds out that I am engaged to her husband?
The more the thoughts keep sliding in, the more I feel unsettled.
Is this even right?
Still, the mate bond is stronger than what any marriage could hold.
Calhoun pulls me up and seals my lips with a kiss.
Taking a deep breath, I pull away from him to examine his face.
He's staring at me with so much love in his eyes.
How did this happen?
What did I ever do to make him mark me, so I could be his for the second time?
And the engagement?
I am now his fiancee.
With cheeks flush when this strikes deeper through my senses.
Calhoun is serious about marrying me.
He wants to make me his Luna.
Thinking about Mom is worsening things, so I just push her out of my mind tonight.
Christ, she'll hate me forever. This engagement means we'll never be on good terms again.
Holding up my hand to my face, I examine the ring under Calhoun's watch. He has a small smile playing on his lips.
"Don't you ever take off that ring," his voice is firmer than before. I can't tell if it's a warning or an authoritative command.
He fills the gap between us, slides my hand in his, and holds it up to his face.
"I want you to wear it everywhere you go, at home, school, every place you go," Calhoun kisses my hand before he let go.
"It's official, you're going to be the Greyhound's Luna!" My friends cannot hide their happiness.
If only Mom wasn't in the picture, maybe, maybe tonight would have been one of my very best.
My friends were taken back to their apartment while I stayed back with Calhoun because I wanted us to discuss.
He took me to that exact hotel room I stayed in last week.
"I don't want to spend the night," I tell him but I'm not sure if I mean it.
Calhoun takes off his suit jacket, rolls up the sleeve of his shirt
"You look beautiful in this dress but you'll look even better without it on," his voice is husky, lustful.
"Are you trying to seduce me?" My legs are already trembling at this point.
"I haven't been with another since we last met," his hand touches the small of my back and he pulls me closer to him.
"We need..."
Calhoun catches my mouth in a swift kiss, silencing the rest of my words immediately. Before lowering his hand to grab my butt through my dress.
It's hot, unexpected.
Still, I can't give in to this right now.
But Calhoun doesn't even let me catch my breath. He kisses me long and hard, restraining me from pulling away.
"We don't have to do this,
"Why, you're mine," with this saying he rips the dress apart.
Oh my god, he just ruined three million dollars.
"Forget about the dress, Kristen. It's nothing."
What in the world is wrong with Calhoun tonight?
Three million dollars, frigging nothing!?
My eyes are huge as saucers when I push him away from me.
Worse, the dress slides down my body. Leaving me completely naked except I still have my g-string on.
Calhoun's burning gaze settles on my breasts. His Adam's apple bobs up, something which gives out that he's having sinful thoughts about what he'll do to them.
Upon feeling so exposed, I turn away from him.
"Why hiding, Kristen? I am not a stranger to your body," His voice is husky when he nears my side again.
"I never signed up for this," the slight tremble in my voice gives out how much I'm dying for this. Even though my head says no, my whole body screams YES.
"I know you want this," Calhoun turns me to face him through my shoulders. My hands are still shielding my bust away from
his gaze.
"Tell me, Kristen. Have you been with any man in the past month?"
"W-w-why do you want to know?" I stutter.
"Was it Ben?" Calhoun's brows furrow.
"No," how fast I am able to reply gives out how I never thought about sex with Ben.
"Then who is it? Did you go to the club, got drunk, and hooked up with a guy around my age, in the backseat of his car?"
"How could you even say that?" I'm close to yelling at this point. Because he thinks I'm a loose person.
"You're hesitating to reply," Calhoun is still as calm as ever but he doesn't look the way he did before.
"You're killing the mood," I say before I can even stop myself.
"Oh," mischief dances in his eyes, "that means you're in dire need to get fucked by me."
Hear crawls up on my cheek as I tear my gaze away from him. The way he talks dirty is arousing. He's always calm and collected, people wouldn't expect him to be this vulgar with words.
"I haven't slept with anyone since you," my eyes are on the floor when I make this known to him.
And I hear Calhoun sigh in relief.
"That makes us even," without warning, he lifts me and hooks my legs around his waist.
The short walk to the bed is filled with a series of kisses and touches.
When Calhoun puts me on the bed, I shut my eyes to push aside all of my worries. There's never been a time I freely had sex with Calhoun. Mom was always at the back of my mind, tugging me and making me feel like the exact backstabbing bitch of a daughter which she called me in reality.
The first night I met with Calhoun, I was drunk, enjoyed the sex with him, and was willing to last for as long as he wanted.
I haven't made any move at him before.
Calhoun is completely shirtless as he takes off his shoes.
He curses under his breath when I rub my breasts on his back. And then he pulls me until I am in his arms.
"You just made my brain feel fried," he confesses as he leaves open-mouthed kisses from my lips to my neck.
My fingers rake his soft hair while he's at this, and we kiss for some time until I get off his body and kneel before him.
"What are you doing, Kristen?" Calhoun blinks.
"Stand up," I order, letting the heat of the moment make me bold.
Calhoun looks puzzled but he still obeys me.
My hands find the zipper of his pants, and I free it.
While tugging his pants down, I include his black briefs as well. My mouth and hands are already aching to pleasure him, just
like the way he did to me in the cabin.
His dick is already so hard and swollen when I free it at last.
And he sucks harshly in his breath when I touch and stroke.
"Let's just fuck, Kristen." He has his head up to the ceiling when he makes this request. I'll bet he never expected me to reach this length. He thought he'd be in control when he tore my dress off, but it's the other way round now.
Shaking my head, I wiggle his dick in my hand and he hisses so loudly, that I can feel my face stretching into a wicked smirk. "It's your turn to get pleased by me, Alpha Calhoun."