Chapter 2 #3
“Thank you, Pha,” I sit down beside him, and he pulls me tightly against him.
His lips touch my forehead and I smile. He turns on the TV to a wilderness show.
I yawn and, not able to resist, I lay my head against his chest. I rub my face against his shirt, smelling him and feeling him.
He strokes my back and runs his fingers through my hair, his nails gently scratching the back of my head.
I stare at the TV, thinking that my life has already changed so much because of him. “It’s hard to believe that I just met you this morning,” I say softly, and I close my eyes and just feel.
A true mate gives you the feeling that your world is complete. You feel safe, like nothing in this world can touch you. And don’t get me started on their smell. The smell wraps you in a comforting hug, soothes you, and makes you happy.
His hand stops in the middle of my back.
“I understand. I have waited for you for so long, Moon.” He kisses the back of my head, and I close my eyes and just breathe.
I snuggle more deeply into his chest, and it’s taking everything in me not to rub my whole body against his so I can have his smell all over me.
I want to kiss him and, unable to resist, I tilt my head back and look at him.
His hand cups my jawbone, and his eyes search my face, settling on my lips.
I lick my lips, and he lowers his head and presses his lips against mine.
My stomach flips all the way up to my chest. His lips are soft, so soft and full.
He opens his mouth and I follow his lead, nerves and excitement making me shake.
His thumb strokes my cheekbone as he moves his mouth, oh so gently and tenderly, against mine.
My fingers find their way to his, and my other hand strokes his face, loving the feel of his jawbone moving.
I get closer and deepen the kiss. He takes my cue and kisses me harder, our tongues meet, and lightning shoots through my whole body as I think of his tongue touching other parts of me.
A few minutes later, we break apart before it goes too far.
I want nothing more than to have sex with him, but I want to know my mate better first. I want that connection that goes deeper than the physical level.
Yes, I can sense how he feels, but I want to connect with him more as a person; the human side of me needs that.
He stretches out on the couch, with me lying against his chest. I close my eyes and savor the warmth coming off of him. “You’re so warm.” I try not to moan. He chuckles, his chest vibrating, and I smile before opening my eyes to stare at the TV.
We fall into a comfortable silence, just enjoying each other’s company.
He never stops touching me, and his fingers run through my hair and down my arm.
Touching is very important to shifters. I run my finger along his side, where his shirt has ridden up enough to reveal a small patch of skin.
Then I yawn and snuggle more deeply into his chest. I don’t want to get up, and my wolf doesn't want to be separated from her mate.
“Want to sleep in my bed? Just sleep, Moon. I am not sure I can close my eyes with you in another room.”
“I agree.”
He sits up with me in his arms, smiles, and stands up, lifting me with ease.
I laugh as he all but runs with me up the stairs.
I feel the same way. I want nothing more than to fall asleep in his arms, to be held.
I have never even cuddled with a man before; he is going to be my first in every way, and I will be his.
This is the main thing I love about being a shifter: we are made for one and only one person.
He steps into a large room. The bed is huge and made out of beautiful red wood, and it’s covered with a black blanket and a bunch of very comfortable-looking pillows.
He sets me down gently on the bed, and I smile at his sweetness.
He pulls back the blanket and I crawl into bed.
“Other side, baby.” He motions to the side of the bed closest to the wall and furthest from the door.
I smile at his protectiveness, and I scoot over and lie down on a soft pillow.
His bed is to die for. He turns off the light, and I feel the bed dip slightly as he settles in next to me.
My stomach turns because this is more intimate than lying on the couch.
“Come, Moon.” His large hands pull me to him until my head is lying on his chest.
“I feel so safe,” I whisper, barely making out his frame in the dark room.
“You are safe with me, Moon. I would die to protect you. I would do anything for you, mate.”
My poor heart. I smile widely and run my hand over his abs. “I will stand by your side, I will protect you as you would me. I will let you take the lead, as you are my apha, but I will stand by your side, as you are my mate, Pha,” I say softly, and I feel extreme happiness rolling off of him.
This is happiness.
“Good night, Moon.” He kisses the top of my head, breathing deeply.
“Good night, Damon.” I press a kiss to his chest.