Chapter 22: We belong together

Kell:

My beauty queen is pissed at me, and it’s all my fault. As I observed her walking through the field earlier, I realized what a dolt I was. She’s wearing this really hot gray dress that molds perfectly to her body. Her breasts and rounded backside look shapely and perfect. I groan at the thought of removing that dress, but first, I have to grovel.

Once practice was over, I removed my uniform, took a quick shower, and slipped into some comfortable clothes. I rushed out of the showers and went to search for her. Thankfully, she was still there. Unfortunately, she was talking to that hipster dick, Taylor.

I called Mathias yesterday to see if he could help Amara and me but balked when he insisted that I bring her to the council chambers. I just can't do it. There’s no way that I’m going to let the Council near my mate. I’m afraid that someone might find out about her and use her. I really wanted to call her, but I needed time to think up a plan to help.

I watch as she moves around the field and takes pictures. She lowers the camera for a moment, looking sad. Then that douche Taylor shows up. It put my wings on end, seeing him move closer. I stand back to observe their interaction and almost lose it when Amara bends down and places her things in her bag. The way Taylor gazes at her body greedily makes me want to tear his head off. I have to resist charging Taylor in the field when she greets him. For a moment, they talk about Sophie. I can tell right away that the topic bothers her.

Then, Taylor asks her out. My eyes flame with rage, and my claws retract. I look away, trying to restrain the change. It’s even harder this time around because she’s flirting with another guy. This girl is driving me crazy. I couldn’t sleep at all last night thinking about kissing and touching her. That’s another reason why I didn’t call. I need time to control my body. I had to fly over my secret bluffs several times just to calm my body down.

Not wanting to wait a moment longer, I make my way to where she and Taylor are standing. “Hey, beauty queen, can we talk?”

Taylor turns to me and gives me a surprised look. I narrow my eyes at him with a threatening stance and grit out, “Hey, Taylor.”

I almost laugh when the little hipster shit straightens up and gives me a measuring glare. “Hey, Cross, I didn’t know you knew Amara.”

I give him a cocky smile and gaze at a seething Amara. “Actually, Amara is my girlfriend.”

Taylor stiffens, but Amara simply stands there silently. Which is fine by me because I know she’s mad. As if getting the hint, Taylor steps back and says, “I guess I’ll see you around, Amara.”

I almost choke when she responds. “Sure, Taylor. I’ll see you around.”

Taylor steps around me without another word and disappears.

I turn back to Amara, who is in the middle of collecting her things and pull her behind the bleachers. “Don’t be mad at me, Amara. I have a good reason for why I didn’t call. Just give me a chance to explain.”

But Amara’s not ready to listen. Instead, she tries to move around me, but I block her way. She moves away from me in a defensive pose and grits out. “Let me through, Kell. I don’t feel like talking to you right now.” I can’t help but think how hot she looks standing there with her nostrils flaring and her chest heaving in anger. So, I ignore her words and rest my forehead against hers.

“What’s up with you and Taylor?” I ask, dread weighing me down. She gazes towards where Taylor disappeared to, then back at me. “Taylor is a nice guy.”

I grit my teeth at her use of the word “nice.” “Yeah, I guess he is. Are you going out with him?”

Her eyes sharpen as she glares at me incredulously. “I don’t think that it’s any of your business.”

She slips her bag on and turns angrily away. However, before she can leave, I grasp her elbow and turn her to face me. “You know you’re mine, beauty queen.”

Seething, she pulls her arm away from me and responds. “Really? And why should I believe that?”

Unable to take it anymore, I grab her by her waist and lead her to a quieter spot. “What are you doing, Kell?” She says, struggling in my arms. I loosen my grip because I don’t want to hurt her, but I can’t let her go. “Just stay still, beauty queen.”

Unfortunately, that seems to incite her more. Unsure of what to do, I push her gently against the wall, cage her between my arms, and lean close. It’s so cute how she half-heartedly resists. Her tiny hands balled into fists as she pushes on my chest.

“Stop it, beauty queen. You’re going to hurt yourself!” I grit out aggressively.

Eventually, she tires and leans back on the wall, her hair slipping becomingly from her bun. Lowering my hand, I release her pin and watch lovingly as her hair cascades sensually down her shoulder. She reaches for the pin, but I take her hand and restrain it with mine over her head. Before she can say a word, I slam my mouth down against hers.

At first, she keeps her mouth closed in protest. Unwilling to let her go, I lick her lips gently and whisper, “Kiss me, baby. I’ve been dying to taste you.”

She shakes her head but does not try to move away. My mouth hovers above hers, letting her feel the caress of my breath. “Please, don’t be mad at me.”

Her pupils dilate, showing me how my words had affected her, and her body instantly melts against mine.

“What’s going on, Kell? You know what I want to be with you, so why are you jerking me around? Is it because you regret telling me your secret? Or is it because of my visions?” Her words fade into an intimate whisper.

I stroke a finger over the swell of her breasts, causing goosebumps to spread around her body. Her lip trembles, and her body shudders. “I don’t regret telling you about me, Amara, or about your visions. I don’t care about that. I just needed to find a way to protect you. There’s something you need to know about your visions and what you are.”

I brush my nose against hers briefly, then glide my lips over hers and whisper between kisses. “I just can’t tell you now. But we’ll talk after school. I promise. Just don’t be mad at me. I meant everything I said about us being together. Please believe me.”

Her breath hitches, and she opens her mouth to unite our lips. At first, our mouths meet in a gentle dance. Then, she pulls away and whispers. “Okay, but not more, avoiding me. I want you to talk to me. Do you understand?” I nod my head and kiss her again.

Feeling emboldened, our tongues connect, and her hands move up my chest, igniting a heat inside me. My stomach muscles bunch with anticipation, and our bodies move closer like two magnets connecting. She moans lightly as she rubs against my groin with a gasp. Gripping her tighter, I slide my hands down her rounded bottom until I reach her shapely thighs.

“Kell!” She cries out as I lift her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Sighing with pleasure, I groan when her dress rises up and reveals her silky lace underwear. The urge to rip it from her and plunge inside her body is almost too overwhelming.

My claws extend, and my eyes begin to glow, but this time, I don’t stop. Trying to regain control of my body, I tighten my fists and flinch when my claws cut into my palms. We’re both sighing and breathing raggedly at the feel of our bodies touching. Even if it is through our clothes. She clings to me, grinding her covered folds against my hard shaft as I take a few intermittent breaths between kisses and try to control the burning desire to take her then and there.

Amara grips my shoulders, creating indentations where her little nails are digging. It makes me crazy. Our tongues stroke and swirl as our bodies strain to get closer. Moving my hand to the sleeve of her dress, I lower it down to reveal her swollen nipple. Amara breaks from the kiss and gasps brokenly. Her scent envelopes me as I move my mouth down her neck and kiss her silky shoulders. Her body shudders when I bite the ball of her shoulder. She tastes so good. Taking her pleasure, Amara arches her back and mewls out sweetly. “Kell.”

That’s when the school bell resonates very loudly throughout the field. Breathing harshly, we both break apart, startled by the echo of the bell. Our chests are heaving, and we're panting like we’ve won a race. Amara looks at me from the fringe of her heavy-lidded eyes before she pushes me away and adjusts her dress. She looks embarrassed, which I find adorable.

“I can’t believe we just did that here. What if someone would have seen us? I…we have to go to class.” She sputters out incredulously.

Thankfully, her mortification helps my body calm down from its change. Before she can walk away, I pull her into my arms.

Tilting her head back, she hides her face behind the curtain of her hair and reaches for her things. Leaning close, I place my hand under her chin and pull her face gently to mine. “Don’t be embarrassed, beauty queen. No one saw us.”

She shakes her head and whispers with chagrin, “I’m not embarrassed.” Her words ring untrue, but I don’t call her on it.

As badly as I want to take her, I know that this is not the time or the place. Instead, I kiss her ear and whisper gently. “Let me take you home later?”

It’s almost comical when her eyes widen the size of saucers. “Are you sure you’re ready to meet up with my mom again?”

I nod my head and kiss her mouth softly. “I’m not scared of your mom. Plus, this is really important, Beauty queen. We need to talk about the visions. Can you tell Haley or Juliet to take your car after school?”

Her shoulders slump, and her lips pucker into a pout when she says. “Sure, but now I’m worried,”

I shake my head reassuringly as I caress my hand down her bare arm. “I’ll protect you, I promise.”

After a moment, she whispers more confidently. “Okay, but I think you should know that I’m getting cold again.”

I take her hand and lead her to the school as I whisper seductively in her ear. “Don’t worry, beauty queen. I’ll warm you up later.”

She visibly shudders and bites her lip but doesn’t say a word.

Hand in hand, we walk down the hallway. People gawk at us in surprise, but I ignore them.

Amara simply disregards the stares and leads the way to her classroom. She stops to give me a curious look when I step into class with her. “What are you doing, Kell? This isn’t your class.”

I shake my head and lead her towards an empty table in the back as she looks around uncomfortably. The classroom is a typical science class with connecting tables. There are already students talking and whispering. Some of the girls wave and smile at me beckoningly, but I don’t respond. By the way, Amara is glaring at them; I’d say it’s a good call.

Laying my books down on the surface, I turn to her. “Actually, I am in this class now. Coach switched my study hall and my science class so that I can practice in the morning with the team. Since I take the same class in the morning and study hall at this time, he changed it around so that I don’t have any “disruption in my learning.” I say, making air quotes. Exasperated, she gestures to the tables. “That doesn’t mean you can sit anywhere. We are assigned partners. Haley is my partner.” I shake my head. “Correction, Haley was your partner. The only way I could move to this class is if someone else moved. Haley agreed to switch with me since Carrick was my partner in the other class. Now Haley is Carrick’s partner.

I wink and lean my back against the edge of the desk. “Trust me, she and Carrick are pretty happy with the arrangement.”

She rolls her eyes and snickers. “I should have known Haley would betray me.”

I can’t help but chuckle at her serious tone. “Don’t pout, beauty queen. Now you don’t have to tutor me in science. I’ll be a great partner.”

She rolls her eyes again and tries to push me away from the table, but I simply remain still and enjoy the feel of her hands sliding up and down the ridges of my chest.

She must notice my wicked intent because she stops, places her hands on her hips, and glares. She looks so hot with her silky hair falling wildly around her shoulders. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting her sweet mouth and soft breasts again. She bites her luscious pink lips and whispers in exasperation. “You might want to sit your butt down, Kell. Class is about to start.”

I give her an innocent smile and move slowly until I’m in my own chair.

Amara is not amused. She gives me a withering glare and sits down in her own seat, then narrows her eyes at me and whispers. “Behave.” I shrug my shoulders and give her an innocent look. “I’m a good boy, beauty queen.”

She doesn’t buy my innocent little boy look. Which tells me that she is extremely astute.

Thankfully, I’m saved from a scathing retort when Juliet takes a seat in front of us. Her eyes widen at the sight of me sitting next to Amara. “Um… are you in the right class. Kell?”

Amara sighs in exasperation, which makes me chuckle. She gestures to me and waves her hand up and down my form. “He traded classes with Haley.”

I wiggle my eyebrows and hold out my palms up in a helpless gesture. “Coach wanted me to do extra practices. He wants his star QB to be in good shape.”

Amara tuts and whispers something imperceptible from under her tongue. Juliet simply covers her mouth and giggles.

Just then, Mr. Shelton walks into class, stands in front of his desk, and begins to talk. “Good afternoon, everyone…” He prattles on through class, but my eyes are only for Amara. Every time she thoughtfully places her pencil on her lips, I want to lean over and kiss her. She’s so hot when she tilts her head and bites her lips at something she doesn’t understand.

I just can’t help myself. I really need to touch her. Her body stiffens in surprise when I place my hand firmly on her thigh. Jaw tight, she turns her sharp eyes towards me and gives me a warning glare. But I’m not deterred. Instead, I move my hand up her skirt and squeeze her thigh.

A gasp escapes her mouth, followed by a small gratifying moan that makes me want to howl. But Amara is not so easily lead. She places her hand over mine, tries to push it away, and whispers through gritted teeth, “What are you doing, Kell?” I can tell that she’s pissed. So I take pity on her, turn her hand to mine, and entwine our fingers.

“What?” I whisper harmlessly. Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t respond.

The rest of the day goes pretty well. Picking up my things, I walk to Amara’s last class and lean against a locker to wait for her. Amara is talking to her teacher about an upcoming project. Several students give me speculative looks as they make their way down the hallway, but no one says a word. By now, the whole school knows that Amara and I are together. I just don’t get why everyone is so interested in us. I remain there for a few moments and play a game on my cell as I wait. Just then, Tiffany and her crew walk down the hall. They are all smirking and laughing at something, which puts me on edge because Tiffany is not a nice girl. Tiffany stops when she spots me and heads in my direction.

“Hey, Kell.” She says, fluttering her eyes and twirling her hair around her index finger. I smile politely and try to maintain some distance. “Hey, Tiff.”

She leans forward and angles her chest, making it obvious that she wants me to get a glimpse of her ample cleavage. “Oh, my goodness, Kell. I heard this crazy rumor that you and Amara are dating. Isn’t that crazy?” She says with a giggle as she runs her fingernail across my chest. I quirk a brow and push her hand away from me. “Actually, it’s not a rumor. Amara and I are together.”

She pulls back with an incredulous screech. “What?”

I shrug my shoulders and smile when Amara steps out of the hall. Her gaze homes in on Tiffany’s form before she gives me an expectant frown. She might not show it, but I know that Tiffany is a sore spot for her. Especially after what happened between her and Jason.

Giving her a reassuring smile, I hold out my hand. “Ready, babe?” Without a look in Tiffany’s direction, Amara takes my hand. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

Tiffany stiffens and glares at us, but we don’t care. In fact, any thought of her flies out of our minds as we look into each other’s eyes. Without another word, we step around her and walk out of school.