Do Not Call Me That
Sunlight seeps through the windows, a new day has risen after rain pounded the whole night. Well, I could gladly say the rain wasn't the only thing that pounded last night. I tear my eyes open squinting to the flash of light that strikes in.
Stretching my sore limbs I sleepily twist myself to the left putting the lowest of pressure possible. My eyes widen to see my male's eyes on me. He was watching me.
"Good afternoon." He whispers with a lazy smile, elbow laid upon his pillow. Head slanted, palm carrying the weight.
"Good... afternoon?" I ask quickly shifting my gaze to the clock. We slept for a long time. Rather our bodies demanded it.
We stare at each other not saying another word. Just indulging in the new feelings we have been gifted. I can see and feel every inch of his mind and heart. I could live through his memories if I choose to. To see him grow up to the male he is today. His barriers are down allowing me full entry.
I do not feel him seeking my mind as well. Perhaps we both are tiptoeing trying to figure out individual boundaries. He tilts his head to the side simply watching me as all these thoughts swim around in my mind.
His arm reaches out, fingers shifting my hair behind baring my neck to him. Moving closer his eyes analyze the fresh mark, showing a hint of worry. His caring nature something he has slowly learned to possess with me.
As his finger scrapes through gently over the tender swollen flesh, I startle and an uncontrollable mewl escapes my lips. His eyes widen and he quickly retracts his finger. My cheeks burn and I look away embarrassed. A sound like that has never left my lips. When he touched my mark it shot a strike of pleasure straight to my core. A kind of pleasure I have never felt.
I clench my thighs together tightly hoping he cannot smell my sudden want. I rub myself over the quilt trying to calm my aching core. His nose flares and his eyes rake down my body catching my action. His jaw clenches and he fists the mattress in his palms.
This uncontrollable thirst draws him forth to me. I cannot seem to control it. "I-I think it’s because you touched my mark." I stutter out.
He groans loudly moving closer ready to pounce on the awaiting me but a soft knock interrupts us. I bite my lip as Deimos sighs deeply, his head hung low. Fist softly banging the mattress.
"Alpha Deimos, I apologize to disturb you at this time but Alpha Giovanni is waiting. He has sent some clothes for you both." A wolf speaks out from outside.
Deimos gets out of the bed bare, opening the door he grabs the pile from the wolf's extended hands. "All right, I will go now. You may both leave." He says, voice gruff. Tone annoyed but stern.
"How long have they been out there?" I ask him frowning leaning on my elbows as he puts on his boxers and sweatpants.
"All night. After you slept." He says.
"Why?" I question not understanding. Why do we need warriors to guard us? I know we are not at home but this is Giovanni's pack.
"I will not have my newly marked female sleeping in a foreign pack without safety." He says putting on his watch over his wrist.
"If something were to happen, I could have handled things myself." I reply holding my head high. My wolf showing her presence simmering beneath. Our strength combined is unbeatable in her eyes.
Deimos walks to me to stand at my right. "That I know. I did it for myself." He says lifting my jaw to capture my lips in a gentle kiss. My mark throbs creating a burning need and I lean forward, my palms clutching his shirt. I bite and suck on his lips demanding entrance for my tongue. But he keeps his mouth shut denying me.
"Deimos." I whine.
He takes a step back putting space between us, quickly grabbing my jaw he says, "You can take the day off from training the females. Elriam can do that for today."
I nod keeping my head down slowly removing my hands off his shirt. I don't know why but a sense of sadness and disappointment wafts through me. Does he not find me appealing anymore now that we have mated?
Deimos grabs my wrists before I completely remove my hands off him. He places them on his stomach clutching them tightly. "It's not what you are thinking. I am barely controlling myself, Lumina! I just want you to relax your body today because I will definitely... drain it out again."
With an underlying promise he leaves the room without another glance whilst I gather up my energy to lift my sore body for a highly needed hot bath to help soothe my aching muscles.
I leave the room freshened up but with every step I take, there seems to be a strike of pain hit directly to my core. I knew the aftermath would be a bit uncomfortable by looking at the girth of his cock.
On my way out to the pack grounds, I see Mia trying hard to climb up the stairs. Her legs tremble with every step whilst her fingers clutch the railing hard. I instantly go to her side. "Are you all right, Mia?" I ask her gently as she flinches to my voice.
"Yes, Luna Lumina. Beta Elriam's training was a bit hard for my body to handle. So I am taking a short break." She says with a soft smile.
"I see. It might be hard as of now but your body will get used to it soon. If you need anything, come to me all right." I advise.
"Thank you for worrying about me." She says a soft smile on her lips. She moves to leave but I stop her once more.
"I was wondering if you know where Deimos might be?" I ask her.
She thinks for a while but her eyes light up after she figured it out. "Ah, I heard Alpha Giovanni will be training with him at his private yard. It's behind his house."
I thank her quickly and head towards Giovanni's house which is isolated from the packhouse. I smile and wave at the females on the way training with Elriam and chase some pups around playfully who call out to me. Despite losing their Alpha and Luna this pack has survived excellently under the rule of a young Alpha.
Heading into Giovanni's house my ears catch the bawling of Gianna. I search for the source and I find her in the arms of an older female. The female sways the screeching pup hurriedly but it does nothing to calm her down.
As soon as the female sees me she startles but quickly bows deep head held low. I open my arms for Gia and the female hands her to me. As soon as Gia comes into my warmth she flinches and quietens startled by the change of scent but once settled starts bawling once more.
So I begin to sway a soft lullaby leaving my lips. I sing her the song of my pack. A song for pups. It's a scared lullaby calling to the Moon Goddess. My feet move side to side and my body rocks slowly. My palm rubs her back and she finally calms down. Hiccups shake her body and she snuggles into my neck.
I keep singing turning around towards the backyard. As my eyes move up from Gia, I quickly stop singing. To find Deimos and Giovanni staring at me in awe. Giovanni's eyes shift to the now sleeping Gianna in my arms whilst Deimos looks at me with a look I still cannot seem to decipher.
He looks at me as if he is happy but scared? He is excited but fear consumes him? I don't understand this look but he often has it when I am with pups. His eyes never leave mine so I try to read his mind now that I can.
As I enter his mind, he flinches and quickly creates a barrier to his thoughts. My eyes widen to his reaction. Why? Why did you hide from me? Rather what are you hiding?
Deimos clears his throat and orders, "Let's continue." Giovanni nods in response and with one last glance at his sister he enters the spar.
As I look down at the sleeping Gianna in my arms I close my eyes and sigh in acknowledgment of my feelings that are rising to the peak. Yes, I want a pup of my own. I have been hiding this strong desire within me for years, perhaps that is the main reason I was urging Deimos to take me.
I want something only he can give. A family. I neither wished nor even hoped for a mate but the goddess gifted me one. And I know for sure she will provide me a family. But perhaps there would be a struggle with my male.
Perhaps I will gather courage and face him tonight. I might be walking on thin ice but I wish to know his thoughts on my desire. What can I do? I have become greedy.
"Get up!" Deimos screams as Giovanni struggles to stand on his feet from the ground he was just thrown on. He bleeds from the side of his face.
"G-Give me a sec-" Giovanni stutters but Deimos pays him no heed.
"You don't have seconds in the damn war. You have to save yourself and your pack! Do you even understand this?" Deimos questions. His voice is loud and stern.
Giovanni looks up at his uncle, his eyes on fire. His palm fists the earth, gathering mud in his hands. Clenching his jaw he struggles to get up putting all his energy into his legs. His blood coats the side of his cheek dripping down to his neck.
"Faster Gio! Do you think your opponent will wait kindly and patiently for the Alpha to get back on his feet? By the time you get up, members of your pack will be slaughtered. You will not be-" Deimos instructs with experience for every misdoing of Giovanni.
"Do not call me that." My ears pick up Giovanni's whisper as he cuts Deimos off.