Chapter 120 BONUS CHAP. 27 - HYDRATE ME
\-CLEO'S POV-
Blayne was being impossible! The housebound was abolished, howbeit he wanted me to stay in the apartment like a blasted house rat. He was probably in a bad mood due to the argument we had this morning. I was the same. We argued and made up, and then argued again.
The confinement of the dwelling made it insufferable to stay there. Blayne should hurry up with options that I could use to make my people feel contented. They were still homeless, alienated, and restless. The date tonight had better be worth it or else I will move out.
Today, as usual, I went to the camping site. Even though Sheldon was usually helpful to everyone, his snobbery persisted. He had a genuine love for our people. The thing that disturbed them the most was what I was doing away from them. Was I having fun with my mate or badgering the Alpha King about our plight?
The arrest remained untold. Again, I gave them a lengthy speech and reassured them that we were working on habitats while we set up additional tents and sleeping quarters for the incoming arrivals.
Blayne gave me and Zoe a comfortable life. I was fortunate because his parents and friends accepted me. Overall, my days have been tremendous. In contrast, my people had not yet experienced such goodness. It produced a pang of guilt within me. We probably would have finished the integration and been sworn in if it weren't for that crazy bitch Chloe who went on a murdering rampage and tried to frame me for it.
I massaged my temples, trying to relax.
The sun's splendor adorned the blue sky painted with white marshmallow clouds. It was such a beautiful day. To clear my head and exercise my inert muscles, I decided to go to the training grounds. I strode through the grove of oak trees whilst peeking around, scanning for Blayne's presence. He could be watching me from the shadows. Giving a thorough sweep of the building area, I did not spot him.
Luckily, I saw a group of shirtless guys on the field and went among them to pick a worthy opponent. A bald one with an owl perched on a stick tattooed on his left arm and a dark curly-haired one were tumbling around in the sparring ring. The bald one got on his feet while his opponent jumped on his back and seized him in a chokehold.
Baldie buried his chin in the crook of the attacker's arm, which closed in on his neck. Then he struck the attacker in key spots, including the crotch and eye gouges, before biting down forcefully on his arm. As I approached, the dark curly-haired guy shoved Baldie away. They collected themselves to acknowledge my intrusion. They stood militantly straight and bowed.
"Hi fellas, what's up? Which one of you wants to spar with me?" I cut to the chase and stared at the four male faces as my eyes lit up, ready for a nice challenge.
Each guy nervously chuckled as they exchanged worried glances.
"What's wrong?" I asked, "Don't you spar with females?"
"It's not that." The blonde-haired guy with hazel eyes explained, rubbing the back of his neck. "We know that you are the Gamma's mate. His scent and love marks are all over you so.....'
"What does that have to do with anything?" I interfered and swatted his chest. He recoiled and bit his lip, looking perturbed.
The one who spoke sequentially was cinnamon-colored with close- set nomad eyes, throwing a towel over his shoulder. "We need his permission to spar with you."
Ridiculous! Still, I tried to bait them. "I can take care of myself or are you just a bunch of chickens who are afraid to get beaten by a girl? Do you have pussies or dicks?" I giggled to remove the sarcasm.
I slammed a fist on the pectoral of the dark curly-haired guy with black eyes and he flinched.
"See, I can hit hard." I danced my fists in the air, flauntingly. "So, are you going to let me whip your ass or are you going to defend yourselves?"
Frantic, the four guys stepped backward. I rolled my eyes. I approached the bald guy with the anchor beard. He side-stepped me and I blocked his path in an attack formation.
Next, a thunderous growl echoed across the field. The scent of geranium and myrrh hits my senses, sending my hormones into overdrive. I snapped my head up to locate my mate in the building behind me. He wasn't there but two strong arms picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. His prominent aroma, which mixed with the electric sparks, announced that Blayne was whisking me away.
Fuckity fuck!
A~A
"What the fuck was that, Cleo?!" Blayne roared with blatant accusation.
"What on earth are you fussing about?" I asked as he carried me over the shoulder into a room and closed the door behind us.
I'm in a spacious office with two windows at the back behind a large
stainless steel L-shaped desk with a rustic wooden top and drawers. A row of five-foot file cabinets is on my left, on either side of a closet door. Thick floating alder wooden shelves are on the right, along with four brown chairs.
He puts me down. His chiseled face was completely red with anger.
Tugging my lip between my teeth, with sweaty palms and a racing heart, I peered into black dilating eyes with intensity and recoiled
with two steps.
"What were you doing with those warriors?" Raging, he paced back and forth in front of me. "It seemed like you were doing a lot more than talking to them!"
"Gamma, you should get your eyes checked." I was not going to entertain this nonsense. "I am not like the promiscuous women that
you are used to."
He clenched two fists in the air, getting angrier, stopping in the center to glare at me and pointed. "You didn't even come to see me!"
"I didn't want to disrupt your work." I managed to breathe out. He should give me some credit for my consideration. Truly, I thought that I would only distract him if I saw him. Just like his sweet scent was making me fuzzy. I hoped that he would understand when I said, "I needed a physical workout."
His eyes followed every dip, curve, and scar on my body before returning to my face. Because of our connection, the electrifying hum in his gaze rang through my flesh, making me tremble with the
need to be near him. Why was he behaving out of jealousy? It's not like I was flirting with anyone. All I wanted to do was spar. After all, Blayne returned home each day irrespective of regularly leaving to handle patrol and security-related matters.
"Mine! You are fucking mine!" He growled. The proclamation pumped my blood, fueling my excitement. He threw his arms wide open. "I'll be your playground. Come and work out on me. I'll remind
you who you belong to."
"Huh?" I felt rooted on the spot. My legs would not cooperate. "I should leave."
Though I would rather stay with him and let him do things to my
body like pressing his cock into my aching core. He hasn't fucked me yet, and I assume it won't happen today since he kept blowing off our mating. In between my thighs, steam arose. I must be going into heat again. This office was not an ideal place for any explicit shenanigans. I should definitely get out of here. I turned to leave but then his voice stopped me.
"Why run? It's time to face the fire, Cleo." He sported a devilish smile on his face, licking his lips. "Nothing but the pleasure of every kind comes from my fire."
My heart flipped with a buzz that drove my mind into delirium. My wolf spoke through me, "I'll quench your flames with the tides between my legs. Are you thirsty, mate?"
"Then drown me in your waves, baby." His mouth tugged into a seductive smirk and he used his fingers to call me to him. "Hydrate
me."