Stron
Being with Lyra blows my mind. I’d known that when I met my mate, and when we bonded, it would be different, but I never expected it to hit stratospheric heights.
She’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. Everything I’ve hoped for but never expected to have.
It’s more than the way she felt wrapped around my cock and the way her body attached itself to mine. Although that was fecking perfect… I’m not sure I know the words to describe how it made me feel.
It’s a combination of a profound, all-consuming sense of wonder and pure magic. All I know is that I saw the stars several times. And that I can’t get enough of her. When she told me she likely will fall pregnant from tonight, a part of me I didn’t know existed reared up in me.
The thought of her round with our young has an overwhelming primal urge surge through me. The need to fill her with my seed again and again, until it’s no longer only a dream but a reality.
I’ve done just that for the rest of the night until we’ve both been too worn out to continue.
As we lay in bed, my room permeated with the smell of our combined scents, a deep, all-consuming contentment settles in my bones. I don’t know who to thank for the gift, only that I’m profoundly grateful to be deemed worthy.
Lyra’s curled up against my side, her arm thrown over my chest, one hand resting on my hearts as if she needs to feel their beat. Tilting my head, I bury my nose in the crown of her head before pressing a kiss to her soft, silky strands. A deep, resonating joy fills me that she’s mine.
When her breathing deepens as she lets exhausted sleep claim her, only then do I allow my eyes to close and allow sleep to take me.
Being woken up by a grumpy brother, a worried, -like sister, and a gleeful pseudo-father who seems thrilled to have interrupted my morning plans isn’t exactly how I’d intended to start the day.
Unfortunately, that’s what I get.
***
It takes me a little time to realise that what I thought were drum beats in my dream is actually someone hammering at the door like they want to break it down.
“Feck,” I mutter under my breath, exhaustion pulling at me. “Whoever it is has a death wish.”
I ease Lyra from my chest, tuck the covers around her, and storm to the door, ripping it open to see Vorn standing there, looking irritated, with his fist raised as if about to knock again.
“What the fecking hell do you think you’re doing?” I hiss angrily, shoving at his chest and stepping out into the corridor, closing my door behind me. “You’re going to wake my mate up.”
“Fecking hell, another one,” he grumbles under his breath, rubbing his hands over his face.
“What?” I demand, not hearing what he mumbles but wanting to know.
“Nothing,” he sighs, looking at me. “Your female’s sister and Kragor are demanding to see her. They’re in the common room.”
“Fucking Kragor,” I mutter. “Thanks, brother,” I tell Vorn, who nods, but I can tell something’s off. Grabbing his shoulder, I stop him from walking away. “Is everything okay, brother?”
Vorn hesitates, opening his mouth as if to say something, then closes it and nods. “It’s all good, Stron. Get your female to the common room, yeah?”
“I will,” I reassure him. My brow furrows with worry as I watch him walk away.
Deciding today isn’t the day to get into it with him, I re-enter my room and go to the sleeping beauty lying dead to the world in my bed.
I hate having to wake her knowing she’s exhausted, but I also don’t want a visit from her sister.
Lowering myself to my haunches next to our bed, I run my finger up and down her nose until she opens her gorgeous eyes and looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, milseán. Your sister and Kragor are here wanting to see you.”
“No,” she moans, burying her head under the pillow. I can barely make out her voice, but there’s a definite whine to it. “Tell them to come back later. I’m too tired.”
Chuckling, I tug the pillow from her head and throw it to the foot of the bed. Slipping my hands under her, I scoop her up. “I don’t think that will hold Vena, mo cuishle. She seems the type to walk into our room if we don’t hurry.”
“Sadly, you’re right.” Lyra pouts as I put her down.
I wish I could take time to admire and love her this morning like I’d planned.
Knowing that I’ll make us late if I stay in here with her, I leave her to her business and go back into the room, laying her folded clothes on the bed for her before getting myself dressed for the day.
I just start to slip my cut on when Lyra walks naked into the room. Completely focused on getting ready for the day, she doesn’t know how much she affects me as I pause and take a moment to admire her breathtaking beauty.
Every curve, every dip and glide is showcased to perfection in the early morning light streaming through the window. Everything that I didn’t get time to admire last night with the mating heat upon us.
I never want to forget this moment. Because while I’d known instantly that she was my mate, it suddenly hits me right in my chest that she’s MINE! All mine, and I love her from the depths of my soul. I love her. It changes something in me, and I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.
Lyra’s soft voice breaks me from my reverie, and I realise I’m still standing there with my cut half on.
“What’s wrong?”
My cut settles on my shoulders, and I walk up to her, cupping her cheeks. I tilt her head up to mine. “Nothing, a ghrá. Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect,” I assure her, taking her lips in a soft, reverent kiss.
“Mm,” she hums, wrapping her arms around my neck. Rolling up on her toes, she deepens our kiss.
“Love you, mo cuishle,” I whisper against her lips, not wanting to wait to tell her how I feel.
“Oh,” Lyra whispers, blinking her eyes rapidly, but not fast enough to stop a lone pink tear from running down her cheek.
Catching it with my thumb, I gently swipe across her cheek, brushing it away.
She smiles a blinding smile. “That’s good because I love you too.
Plus, we probably made a baby last night so it’s good that you do. ”
Possessiveness fills me just like it does every time she mentions being pregnant.
“Feck, mo cuishle, I hope we did.”
Lyra laughs and presses a kiss to my cheek, then pushes me towards the door. “Come on, let’s go see what Vena and Kragor want.”
Letting her guide me, I open the door and wait for her to step into the corridor before following and locking it behind us. I take her hand, our fingers entwining as we walk toward the voices coming from the common room.
Vex has his arms wrapped around a female who has to be Suki because she’s the only human in the room. Vena and Kragor are at the bar drinking kafe with them.
They all turn as soon as we enter, and Suki squeals out a greeting, rushing towards us and pulling Lyra away from me. I let out an involuntary growl.
Lyra turns to glare at me and slaps my chest.
“You do not growl at my sister. Mate or not, I’ll eviscerate you.” And feck, if that small tap doesn’t have me harder than a rock. I love when she’s submissive, but I also love it when she stands up for herself.
My flower is soft, but she has a steel core.
But she’s right. Turning to Suki, I apologise. “My apologies, Suki.”
Not that Suki seems all that worried about my growl, even though Vex is giving me death glares.
Rolling my eyes at him, I check first to make sure the females can’t see before I give him a finger. We’d been amused to find out that action meant the same thing throughout the universe.
Suki mentions cooking breakfast, and she and Lyra follow Vex toward the kitchen, with me trailing behind.
I have to hold my laughter in when Vex’s mate takes over and tries to push him out of the kitchen, but I know better than to let it run free.
Kissing Lyra’s cheek, I leave them to it and go back into the common room to get a mug of kafe.