Minding Azura
Liam
“Isleep with Waven, okay, Wiyam?” Azura proclaimed as she held Raven’s hand, and we made our way home.
Although I was hoping for one more night of wild sex with Raven before we had to kind of behave for the next six weeks, Azura had begged to come, and although Mom said no, Raven hadn’t been able to say no to those big blue eyes of my little sister.
I loved the little pumpkin, but she was a damn cockblocker.
“You’re sleeping in the spare room, kiddo,” I said, picking her up. She pouted, giving me a sad look.
“Wiyam make Azuwa sleep alone?”
“You sleep alone at the mansion… it’s way bigger, pumpkin.” She pouted at that, then rested her head on my shoulder.
“Okay, I sleep all alone,” she said sadly, making me feel bad, but Mom had said she needed to stay in her routine.
“Don’t worry, Zuzu, I’ll read you a bedtime story, and I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep, okay?” Raven suggested soothingly. I wrapped my free arm around her slender shoulders. She was a fucking sexy doll…
“Sounds like a plan, right?” I questioned Azura, who seemed happy with that.
“Yes,” she said happily as she yawned. “Tomowow, we go back to say goodbye to Mama and Daddy?”
“Yes, we will,” I promised, gazing up at the moon before I smiled, feeling another pack-link break. I knew that this one was different. Damon had found his mate.
“What are you smiling about?” Raven asked curiously. I looked down at my tiny Luna, as she was often called.
“Just that an alpha has found his mate tonight,” I whispered, smiling. Her eyes widened, and she smiled.
“Wait, he has?”
“Yeah, and he’s marked her,” I replied, smirking. “The dude sure didn’t waste time.”
“Wait, did you- how did you know that?” My ability wasn’t as strong as Dante’s, but it was more like Kiara’s.
“She’s from this pack,” I said. Although an alpha usually can’t tell which of his pack member’s links were broken, I knew this one was her.
“Robyn?” Raven gasped.
Our eyes met, and we smiled. Damon had been thrown into this entire situation thanks to my curse, and deep down, I knew we both needed to see him happy for us to feel completely guilt-free.
I looked at my mate’s beautiful mark. I knew that I’d always feel guilt for the way I had marked her, but we were at a place where I had accepted that I had done wrong. Rather than live with wishful thinking and regrets, I would always aim to be better for her.
“Do you ever think… what if you chose him?” I asked softly, careful of the girl who had fallen asleep in my arms. Raven became serious and shook her head.
“No, because I know that you are the one for me,” she replied.
“You know, before the mating ball, I did begin to question myself. I felt as if something was brewing between Damon and me, and I felt confused about my feelings. Then, the ball happened, but I think it was all the things getting ready to fall into place. I love him, but if it wasn’t for the mate bond complicating things, it would have been the love that one has for a dear friend.
He’ll always be that selfless hero in my eyes, but we weren’t meant to be.
It’s you.” She tip-toed, puckering her lips for a kiss and looking so fucking cute and sexy.
I leaned down, claiming her lips in a deep passionate kiss before she broke away, her heart racing.
“I swear…”
“Hmm?” She asked as I moved back, glancing down at her cleavage in that sexy corset of hers. Goddess, she dressed to tease, too.
“I swear my back’s going to give with all this bending down.” I laughed as her eyes narrowed in frustration.
“Liam!” She growled.
“It’s worth it, though,” I teased.
“That’s it! You can sleep in the spare room today!” She stuck her tongue out as she stomped off ahead. I smirked, keeping up with her with ease and tapped her ass hard, making her jump. “Oi, big boy, you are so dead!”
I kept out of her reach as she tried to smack my ass all the way home, making her more and more annoyed as she missed. The moment I placed Azura in the spare room, tucking her in and shutting the door behind me, I spun around, grabbing Raven’s wrist just as she was about to smack my behind.
“Not fair,” she protested.
“Oh come on, it’s fair. How about you go wait in the bedroom in that new leather outfit of yours and I’ll give you a spanking you won’t forget?” I growled huskily, pulling her close and kissing her hungrily.
She sighed against me, my hands on her ass, before she pulled away, and I knew she’d do just that.
As naughty as she was, she loved to get kinky in the bedroom, or anywhere for that matter.
I watched her walk off, my eyes on her ass in that sexy leather, and I smiled, locking the front door and closing the curtains in the meantime as I waited for my little doll to call me.
Come on in, she whispered through the link.
I walked towards the bedroom, opening the door and feeling a little suspicious. As expected, she wasn’t on the bed. I turned in a flash just as she slapped my ass seconds before I grabbed her, lifting her off her feet and over my shoulder as she laughed hysterically.
“You played dirty.”
“I like playing dirty. What are you going to do?”
“I’ll show you,” I said, tossing her onto the bed. My eyes raked over to the tiny leather outfit of hers that was wrapped around her body, the cuff around her neck right down to the leather strip across her boobs and squeezed them.
“Can’t wait…”
Neither could I.
I pinned her to the bed, crashing my lips against hers, setting off fireworks within us.
The sparks flourished into bursts of intense pleasure as we kissed like there was no tomorrow.
This was our life, filled with a little teasing, a little fun, a few tears, and a few disagreements, all wrapped up in a lot of love, happiness, and joy.
Oh and sex. Lots and lots of mind-blowing, hot-as-hell sex. How the hell did I not mention that one first?
Well, either way, in the end, despite the emotional roller coaster, I got my girl.
My tiny, bite-sized Luna.
Mom and Dad had been gone for over two weeks already, which meant Azura was here with us.
Raven had gone early that morning to Kiara’s pack as they had some shopping to do for the wedding. I didn’t get how women’s shopping never finished, but if they were happy shopping, what more could I ask for?
Anyway, since Raven was gone, I was stuck minding my adorable little sister. The only problem was that she was a four-year-old pup who had asked way too many questions and still picked her boogers, although she told me a few weeks ago she doesn’t…
Lie.
She had been fairly good, to be fair, although she got a bit emotional every time she got off a video call with Mom.
“So, Wiyam, what we do now?” She asked, rubbing her nose. I raised my eyebrows. It was past five in the afternoon.
“Well, I’m thinking, how about we make a nice meal for when Raven gets back? It will be a nice surprise for her. What do you think, pumpkin?”
“Oo, Wiyam, I love the idea!” She said with her eyes wide with excitement. “We make cake, too?”
“Definitely make cake, Raven loves cake. But I’ll make cake...”
Can’t have her hands in the food. I felt guilty at the thought, staring at the bundle of cuteness.
“Waven loves Wiyam, too,” she added, and I gave her a small smile, ruffling her hair.
“And she loves Azura, too.”
She nodded, and I gave her a tight hug. She was an observant child, and I knew that as she got older, she’d begin to notice how some people treated her, their glances and their whispered remarks. I was going to protect her the best I could.
“Wiyam, do you miss Waven?” She asked, concerned as she stared up at me.
“I do, but can’t I hug my little sister otherwise?” I questioned.
“You can. Okay, Wiyam, you cook, I go watch TV, then you give me the leftover cweam.”
I watched her rush off before I got to work in the kitchen. She sure could be such a good girl.
I had just put the roast chicken in the oven and was stirring the custard when I realised Azura was no longer in front of the TV. Shit, I didn’t even realise when she left!
I could hear her steady heartbeat and rushed to check up on her, pushing open our bedroom door to see her sitting on Raven’s stool in front of the make-up table with several of her make-up palettes and lipsticks open.
“Look, Wiyam, I bootiful.” I looked at her.
Wow, she sure turned into a Halloween horror pumpkin overnight…
Garish purple lipstick was smeared over her lips and all around them, her cheeks were a horrendous pink, and her eyes looked as if someone had punched her a few times, and, to make it worse, the liquid liner was spread all over her lids and around her eyes. Goddess…
“You were far more beautiful before, baby girl,” I commented quickly, going over to her. Shit, would Raven get mad? She had totally wrecked half these powdery eyeshadows.
“No, I look nice now,” she pouted at her reflection.
Did she really think she looked good? Shit, I needed to get this all cleaned up before Raven got back…
“Okay, look, let’s get you washed up-”
“No, no, Wiyam! I keep it on! I show Waven I love her make-up.”
“No, if Raven sees you like that, she might scream at how scary you look,” I said, grabbing the wipes Raven used before showering.
Wrong fucking sentence.
Her large eyes pooled with tears, getting wider and wider by the second. Her lips quivered, and I closed my eyes just as she broke into sobs.
“Wiyam say I scawy, I no scawy! I want Mama!”
Tears. An entire fucking waterfall of them.
Damn.
I remembered the last time I triggered her off when Raven had first returned home.
“No, pumpkin, come on, no crying. You look beautiful. If you want to wear make-up, you wear make-up, okay?”
“Mama!”
Shit.
I picked her up only for her to scream louder, her sobs getting worse, and she began struggling in my arms. Whatever she had put on her eyes was spreading down her face, and I think even the joker would be put to shame.
“Okay, okay. Azura, listen.”
“Mama!”
Shit.