CHAPTER 21 – DO I NEED TO DRAW IT?

CHAPTER 21 – DO I NEED TO DRAW IT?
Nathan P.O.V.

I pick Sloane up in my arms, not caring to be gentle, as I don’t have the time, and her continued advances are making my wolf go wild. She’s leaving a trail of hickeys on my neck and not even having me started on what the powerful perfume of her arousal is doing to my head and neither region. 
I jumped down the window with her in my arms, not wanting to risk meeting other people on the way down the stairs. 
As soon as I land on the grass, I notice Evelyn has done her job as promised, the two warriors guarding this perimeter are out as two candles, and Evelyn is waiting for me, checking around the corner to make sure no one is coming.
She gives me the metaphorical green light, and we both start running towards the south gate, which is the smaller one, and the less manned one. 
We stick to the woods and the underbrush, although everyone is pretty busy at the packhouse, and no one is wandering out there in the dark, like us.
Which is a good thing, because Sloane can’t keep her mouth shut, she keeps wriggling in my hold and moans out my name in pleads to take her. I’m starting to think I should have knocked her out like Axel, it would have saved me lot of embarrassment and this horrible feeling of my dick being strangled by my fitted pants. 
When we reach the area near the south gate, I put Sloane down, ordering her to keep quiet and stay where she is. Of course, she doesn’t listen and starts whining again for me to take her right now. Crap! Evelyn can’t take out all the guards by herself, they are armed.
I try again, this time letting my wolf shine in my eyes, and this time the order seems to stick, surprising even myself.  
 Evelyn and I don’t waste any more time, before the guards can see us, we run forward and knock out the first two, the firsts are unprepared and are always the easiest to bring down. The other guards left start firing their guns at us, but tonight we are lucky, all the experienced warriors are manning the packhouse and the main gate, while the new recruits are left to monitor the rest. I kind of feel bad for them, they don’t stand a chance against us.
It doesn’t take long before they’re all out, luckily no one lost his life or was badly injured. 
I go back to retrieve my naughty bundle of sexy curves, while Evelyn opens the gate, and keeps it open until we are through.
When she shuts the gate and doesn’t follow, I ask her perplexed, “Aren’t you coming with us?”
“And ruining your fun? Nah. Take better care of your mate, I’ll see you around. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to find some handsome enough bachelor at the ball.”
“Good luck,” I tell her, while she starts walking back to the packhouse and I start running toward the only place I know she will be safe at.
I reach grandma’s house nearly half an hour later; the lights are all off, and I feel bad about waking her up this late, but I really have no other option.
I knock loudly on the door, and immediately a light glows on the second floor. 
“Who’s there?” 
“It’s me, Nathan.” My words are barely out when the entrance door is wrenched open and my grandmother stares at me wide eyed in her pajamas.
“For the love of the Goddess, what happened?” she asks bewildered, while moving to the side to let us in.
I’m sure the state Sloane’s in hasn’t gone unnoticed by her scrutinizing gaze, my grandma is anything but senile, sometimes too attentive and witty for her age, if you ask me.
And Sloane, even a blind could see that she’s high as a kite, nearly delirious; all the way here she’s tried undressing me, then undressing herself, seeing how it wouldn’t work with my clothes, she’s sucked and licked my neck until my skin became practically raw, and her verbal begging to be fucked never ceased, even right here in front of my grandma. 
She’ll be so ashamed when she comes back to her senses, I sincerely feel for her.
I clear my throat, trying to focus.
“Is it ok if I take her upstairs to my room?” 
“Honestly, no. I don’t understand why you have to come here to do the dirty? Couldn’t you find a room? Are you broke?” grandma replies coldly, crossing her arms.
Why does everyone think so little of me? First Sloane, and now my grandma, that’s just not fair! But now it’s not the time to contemplate on the injustice of life, I need to put her down somewhere, possibly private.
“That’s not it! This is Sloane, my fated mate, Axel drugged her to rape her, I saved her from his claws, but now she’s completely high with I don’t know what, and I need a place to keep her hidden until she gets her brain back.”
She blanks for a second, then comes back to life, and starts pushing me forcefully up the stairs.
“What are you waiting for? Take her upstairs, move it!”
Fuck! These women are going to give me a headache, actually I already feel one coming.
I place Sloane, this time gently on my bed, and untangle her busy hands from my clothes, before I straighten and massage my back gingerly. She’s a light weight, but running for so long with her in my arms has been proving.
She wriggles and squirms on the bed, trying and failing to take her dress off, while incessantly calling me to her. 
I can’t take it anymore; I dart out of the room and shut it behind me.
Grandma is right out of the door, with a disapproving look on her face. 
“What are you doing out here?” she asks bewildered.
“What do you mean? Where should I be?” I inquire back, perplexed.
“In there, with your mate. You should help her,” she says it like it’s obvious.
“Help her how?” 
I can see a nerve tick in her jaw, and that can only mean that she’s getting angry. Before answering, she takes a calming breath.
“I thought we were past the birds and the bees, you are a grown man, you know what you have to do, or do I need to draw you a picture?”
“Goddess, no!” The last thing I need is my grandma talking sex stuff.
“So, go in there already!” she commands, with her index finger pointing at my bedroom’s door.
“Look, it’s complicated. We are not together, and although we have feelings for each other, we’ve never played up on those feelings, yes, we kissed a couple of times, but that’s it. Plus, she’s a virgin, I can’t just bang her V-card away while she’s high on drugs,” I rant exasperated, while we can both hear Sloane’s suggestively calling me back from behind the closed door.
 “Language, young man! Secondly, it doesn’t really matter how you’ve left things between you two, she needs her mate now, and there are things you can do to please her apart from sticking your sausage…”
I slap my palm on her mouth before she can finish her sentence, feeling bile surging in my throat. 
“Ok, you made your point,” I say pointedly, hoping she can leave it be.
“Good, now that we are on the same page, go back in there and take care of your mate. I’ll be in my room with my earplugs on.”
She finally leaves me alone, and I consider running down the stairs and out of the house before she can catch me; but that would just be a moronic and cowardly move. Instead, I man up, take a huge breath, and get back to my Goddess, who’s really just a sexy devil in disguise, even her red dress matches the vibe.
She immediately jumps me, hugging me with her arms and legs, like a monkey who’s just found its favorite new toy. She resumes licking my neck, my skin there still feeling too tender for her sucking attention, so I cradle her face in my hands and start kissing her instead. She responds immediately, deepening the kiss and grinding herself on my front. It would be heaven on earth if I didn’t know I would have to hold us both back; this is going to be pure torture.
I sat on the edge of the bed, with her in my lap, and slowly slid her dress’s zip down her back, making her corset slide down to her lap, and setting her plump breasts free. Her skin is so fair she seems made of the whitest porcelain, a stark contrast to mine, sun-bathed by years of training in the open, under any weather.
I kiss her hungrily, massaging her soft skin with my bare hands, first her back, then her sides, making sure to graze the side of her boobs, until I finally move them to her front, and gently grab her velvety breasts in my palms, squeezing lightly, feeling their heavenly softness under my warm hands.
She moans out loud and calls my name again in that breathless way that drives me insane. 
Fuck, how am I going to keep a straight head, when I’m already falling so deep into her charm?