"Hessuel, are you sick or horny?"
"You haven't changed your clothes yet. We're dead if we both catch a cold."
"I can handle this unlike you, you're weaker than ever," I insisted. He was clamping his hand yet too weak to stop me. In the kitchen, I prepared a bowl of water and a towel to sponge bath him again. I sat beside him, pulled the table closer wherein the bowl was laid, and wiped his face first. He's acting stubbornly by pushing my hands away.
"Stop... wasting your time. It's futile."
"It worked last night. It will work again." Then I persist in wiping him. He clings to my wrists instead.
"My father created this weak body. Nothing can make me feel bet—" He coughs dryly.
"Even just this instance, let me take care of you!"
"..." He finally surrenders his grip and lets me be, silently.
I patch the wet towel on his neck, then to his shoulders to absorb the heat. It tickles him when I slip my hand under his cloth to bathe his body too. The flushes on his face worsen. This can't be my best way to recoup my guilt from what I've done.
I'm not accustomed to his behavior toward me. I've been yearning for his sweetness, the one who humbly kisses my knees. I miss his affection. He made me used to it and now that it's missing, I'm searching for someone who's already in front of me.
"If sponging me makes you sad, then stop it," he counseled.
I was shedding drops of my tears on his shirt subconsciously. And I wipe my tears quickly using the sponge, subconsciously too! "No. I'm happy to serve you. It's my tears of joy."
His sigh sounds exhausted... yet sexy! "I doubt it."
I stop bathing him and sip my lower lip, slump my face, then pour the tears of guilt I'd been holding back since we talked. I cried, "My grandmother told me... People, except family, are meant to become memories. You meet people in school, at work, or in your households, but the people who remain with you since the beginning of your growth are your family. So, if you don't want to let a person become just a memory, then make them a family."
"... And? What's... worth crying about that?"
"Because I want you to become my family. But you attempted to become a memory."
"I never said that. What I meant—"
"But you tried to leave me! I know I've done it to you and I'm sorry! I didn't want to leave you! I thought I just had to..."
He winces his eyes as he rises and leans his forehead on my shoulder. Gradually, his arms cautiously crawl to my back and embrace me gently. "I'm not gonna leave. I'll stay. Down beneath the pit of thorns."
His intimate words made me shed tears of joy genuinely. The big and rough hands he has cups my face and his fingers dried the tears away. Later on, he rests his forehead on mine—lips shut. The silence pulled back the noise of my sniffs. Apparently, he's attempting to strip me.
"Change this drenched dress or I'll do it."
We speak in burble. "It got dried a while ago. You're the patient and I have to mind you first."
"It is my commitment to take care of you, and it's not just you, it's the three of you," he mutters and that effectively flattered me.
"I-I gained fats! I'm not the seductive enchantress you had spent the night with before!"
"What are you saying? I'm only asking you to change your clothes." Then he tilts his head. "It doesn't matter, too, Dan."
"Of course, it's still uncomfortable!"
I felt felicity when he embraced me again. "I'm sorry," he moaned.
It's not that I don't want it! I'm just afraid to turn him off unintentionally. A sudden change of mind struck my head. I share the blanket with him and strip my dress upward. He assists me until I drop the dress on the floor. He pulls me to sit on his lap and reclines my back on the couch to support my baby bump. Effortlessly, without spitting a word, we're both flowing with the addiction.
The way he supports my back and waist is extremely careful, treating me like a fragile object. His hand is on my bump while sniffing my neck. Then both of his hands are compressing behind me and he whispers, "All your covers are drenched. Take it off." I didn't comply. Consequently, he unplugged it, even my bottom piece wasn't excluded. At the same time, he's making sure I'm covered with the blanket with him and drops my underwear pieces underneath the hem.
"Hessuel..." I place my hand on his cheek and my other hand lightly tweaks his hair. "Why are you doing this?" I asked out of the blue. He's still smelling my neck. His abnormal heat soothes me and somehow scorches me... yet I like it.
"You said you want to feel me?"
My body twitches when I feel his gentle peck kiss on my neck. Slowly, his tongue slid until he sucked my neck which tickles me more. I suddenly felt the debility or the will of my body to give in! I often feel defenseless whenever he kisses me there. Still wrapped inside the blanket, his hot lips travel down and I let out an uncontrollable loud breath. He's so gentle in kissing my mounds, his caresses on my waist to my thigh are rubbed softly, and he's still going down slowly to our twins.
The feeling I was deprived of before... the thing I've always wanted to see... is happening before my eyes when Hessuel kisses and embraces our twins. It's more heart-melting than I could imagine.
He heard my controlled whining and kissed my lips tenderly and gently again. Nevertheless, it is what I always wanted. Our kisses get tightly, with more lips than the tongue, but when he uses his tongue he could perfectly lure my satisfaction. He's not as aggressive as the first time and I understand why. I pull his nape to kiss him harder and deeper. The smell and heat of his breath boost my hyperactivity!
That's why our affectionate kisses become suffocating but unstoppable. He felt my fangs and beheld my wild emerald eyes—the common manifestation of my wolf when pleased. He laid me on the corner of the couch, slightly reclining my back and he locked me in his arms, both of us under the blanket. His one arm is holding on to the backrest and a knee between mine so I tickle his leg with my toe.
I surround his neck with my arms to pull him down for more hot and pleasurable kisses. And it tastes better than the foods I crave ever since I'm conceived. For a minute, I pushed him and unbuttoned his shirt so harshly that a button was tossed. I feel wilder when I feel the skin of his body and I know he already lost soberness. His rubbing kisses on my neck make me weak. I tightly tweak his hair.
His fast breathing drives me insane as well while sucking my shoulder. Later on, he leans his forehead and lies down beside me. His face is still reddish and I think I'm the same. It's a remarkable blessing to have a cute and hot mate! I'm hopelessly mesmerized! I kissed the tip of his nose.
"Thank you. You're still sweet yet cold. And I like it as well," I said. I clutch both of his cheeks to yank him abruptly closer to my nose, giggling at his circled eyes on me, and he holds his claws on the backrest again. "I told you. Pregnant werewolves can be stronger and somehow nasty." I scrub my harmless claws to his hair, then pull him for additional resounding kisses. I look up to set his licking kisses free on my neck, breathing out loudly yet gracefully. I almost forgot about the conflict we have.
He sticks his forehead to mine again and I hug him under his armpits to his shoulders. "Better?" he asked. I'm relieved when he reciprocates even a stingy smile at me.
Hence, I answer, "Hm. The twins are pleased."
Meanwhile, when the approach is getting warm, one of my big dogs is growling at us. We look at my Dobermann dog, then suddenly, he attacks Hessuel's cloth and drags him down the floor! The rest of my dogs attack him on the floor while Hessuel is covering his head!
"Hey—! Children, stop!! He wasn't hurting me!!" I hurried to hug and stop my dogs! It's difficult to tame them without my magic!
"No, Dan! Don't force yourself!"
"What? You're weaker than me, remember?"
I notice that my dogs are only aiming for Hessuel's clothes. I shut my mouth with my hand as I try to pull back my laugh! I'm covering my nakedness within this blanket alone, so my dogs want Hessuel naked? I whistle along with loud strikes of claps to pacify them. "Alright, children! Prepare yourselves for starvation if you don't behave!"
Hessuel's clothes are loosened after the dogs depart the living room and hide anywhere. He's groaning his throat and squeezing his face on the floor, the good news is he's unscathed. I tapped his abs while chuckling, "You have to court my dogs too," I said, then I helped him stand and pull him to my room. I dropped him on my bed and the blanket on the floor while looking in my wardrobe, naked.
I wear a white two-piece and a thin loose strap dress limited to my thighs. Then I caught Hessuel watching me while covering his mouth behind the blanket... without saying anything. For my peace of mind, I focus on nursing him again. I take off his shirt 'tho he's resisting again and sponge his forehead.
I'm staring at his sleeping face—just the face, he's not totally sleeping. Resting my hand above the sponge, I mutter, "What I've done to you was awful." After the short fun is the visitation of the real conversation again. "You have all the rights to hit my face, grip my arms, or yell at my face until your anger subsides. I thought you would... but you didn't."
"What kind of man do you think I am?" he asked.
"... I always believe that romances are about rogue men who abuse their mate but love them nevertheless."
"Please stop reading books like that. It ruins the reputation of a humble man like me." Now he's looking at me with no signs of coldness, picks my hand from his forehead, and kisses my knuckles. "I love you even without the mate bond. I cannot... I just can't... do what you specified."
I smiled inevitably and I think it made me look angelic.
"I can only hurt you in bed."
"Goddess!" I reacted together with a slap on his shoulder. "I love you, too. I love you even without seeing the past in you."
I almost want to jump in this bed when he smiles at me again!
"Are we good now?"
Rather than verbal, he pulls me down to allow me to lie down on his chest while embracing me. Hearing his heartbeat makes me happier for the first time in 6 months. 'Twas almost my chance to fall asleep more peaceful than ever but he does first. I sponge him while sleeping and smiling the whole time!
I'm taking the bowl back to the kitchen when I was surprised to see Linly in the living room. "Linly? How long have you been here?" I questioned.
"I've been calling you but the house seems quiet. I better not interfere."
I laid the bowl on the mini table and found my drenched dress and underwear neatly folded. Unintentionally, I snatched and hid it behind me which is extremely late to do! Embarrassment blows my horny face!
"It's understandable! I know you miss your mate madly."
"No! It's not what you think— Anyway, what brings you here? You... look troubled."
"I received your letter. And the priests are preparing for interrogation."
"Don't be nervous. Tell them everything. The truth will not put us in danger."
"I know, and I'm willing to cooperate. The thing is... it's about the Moon Goddess. She visited me and requested me to t-tell you... about her warning."
"And?"
"... She's going to force call all her children."
"And?"
"She's going to erase the whole werewolf race."