Chapter 12: Admissions

RAPHAEL

I stood up and walked around my desk to my window and looked out. “Tell me, your father’s side or your mother’s?”

“Excuse me?”

“The berserk, son. Father’s or mother’s side?”

“My mother’s sir. My grandfather was one. My parents didn’t think I would get the gene. It took them a long time to accept it.”

I didn’t need to look at him to see the shame on his face. I could hear it in his voice.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, son.”

I turned to face him. “But you need to come clean to Gianna. This ceremony won’t hold if you are not totally honest with her.

“Without this ceremony, I cannot give you my blessing for a mating ritual. Your mark will fade, your bond will diminish, and you will both descend into madness.”

He looked at me, wide-eyed, mouth hanging open. He took a breath and swallowed. “I can’t tell her! Sir? What if she doesn’t accept me? What if she doesn’t love me anymore?”

I sat back down across from him. He looked up at me sadly.

“Kol, I know my daughter. As much as I see a lot of myself in her, she is so incredibly like her mother.

“She is kind, loving, compassionate, and understanding. You two share a bond. She won’t leave you.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her tonight.”

I sat back and smiled. “Good,” I replied.

GIANNA

I lay in my bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking back over tonight’s events. What had father wanted to talk to Kol about? Why had he been so quiet during the car ride home?

He’d gone straight to his room when we got back. I looked at my clock on the nightstand. It was 2 a.m., and he had only just stopped pacing. I could hear him through the walls.

Did he not want to be with me anymore?

I mean, it had been a month. I’d slept in his bed twice, we’d dry-humped and fooled around, but I still hadn’t put out. Was he bored with me and didn’t know how to tell me? Had father said something?

I turned over to my side and closed my eyes, trying to put the thoughts out of my mind. ~Go to fucking sleep, Gianna~, I growled to myself.

~No~, I rumbled, getting out of bed, ~go find out what’s wrong with him~.

I walked into his room. He was passed out on the bed, sleeping. He looked so peaceful I almost didn’t want to wake him. I snuck into the bed gently, trying not to disturb him.

He rolled over and opened his eyes partially.

“Hey, you,” he mumbled, stroking my arm. I felt my skin tingle at his touch.

“Hey,” I whispered back. “Can I sleep here?” I asked shyly.

He pulled me close to him, looking at me intently. “Of course. Is everything okay?” he asked.

I gazed into his hazel eyes and smiled. “It is now,” I replied, snuggling into his chest.

I lay there for what felt like forever, just listening to his heavy breathing, feeling his chest go up and down with each breath. I stroked his chest in a circular motion. Was he asleep?

“Kol? Are you sleeping?” I mumbled quietly, lifting my head slightly to look at him. My eyes met his, and he smiled.

“What’s on your mind, babe?” he asked, stroking my hair. My eyes rolled at his touch, and my breath hitched in my throat. My heart beat so hard it threatened to burst out of my chest.

His eyes lit up, and he pulled me closer with his other arm until I was sitting on him. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed it. “You look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he said quietly.

I gasped, feeling his bulge through his boxers rubbing my panties, making my sex ache.

~Focus, Gianna.~

~Find out what’s wrong with him.~

~Yeah, but maybe we can just—~

~Gianna, focus!~

I shook my head and looked at him. His eyes were gleaming, and a small smirk was on his lips.

“Are you bored with me?” I blurted out.

His expression changed to confusion, and he sat up slowly. “What? Why do you think that?” he asked. His hands clasped my shoulders.

He was looking deep into my eyes as if he was trying to figure me out.

I closed my eyes to gather myself and looked at him again.

“You talked with Father for such a long time, you were so quiet on the way home, and you came straight to your room. Are you bored with me? Is it because we haven’t had sex yet?”

Tears streamed down my face now. I felt his hand wipe them away.

“No, Gia, that’s not it at all! I’ll wait as long as you need!” he assured me.

“Then what is it?” I wailed at him.

He pulled me into a tight embrace, and we fell back onto the bed.

“Gia,” he whispered, stroking my arm again. “I need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

“My grandfather on my mother’s side was a berserk. Most of the time, I have total control over it, but sometimes like tonight, I just lose it.”

I felt his gulp as he spat out the words so quickly it took me a moment to process what he had said.

I had heard stories of berserks, sure. Father had even mentioned that he had a streak of it in him, which would explain our tempers.

I sat up and looked at him, dumbfounded. “Is that it?” I asked.

He looked at me sheepishly.

“Well, yeah. Your father convinced me to be honest with you, but Gia, I was scared that you would reject me, and I couldn’t bear the thought of you not wanting to be my mate.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud. He looked at me like I’d gone crazy.

“Kol! I love you; why would I reject you? You are my mate! Because of you, my wolf is waking up. I can feel my powers igniting. This wouldn’t be happening if you weren’t my mate!

“I would never leave you.”

He looked at me, smiling, I leaned in to kiss him, a slow, longing kiss. I straddled him again as the kiss became more passionate.

I opened my mouth, letting his tongue roam mine; we nipped and sucked on each other’s lips. His hands were on my hips, grinding my crotch against his, his bulge getting bigger by the second.

I let his hands roam my body as I gyrated on his crotch. I started kissing his neck, my hands feeling his body. Feeling the muscles in his arms flex as he held me.

I fluttered kisses down his chest, down his tummy, until I got to the waistband of his boxers.

“~Fuck, Gia~,” he moaned as I rubbed his bulge through the material. I looked up and saw him close his eyes in pleasure. I tucked my fingers into the waistband and started to pull them down.

“~Fuck, Gia, have you ever~—” he breathed, looking down at me.

“No,” I mumbled, pulling down his boxers. I wanted to see him, to taste him. I glanced up at him. “But I want to.” His head fell back as he moaned.

I had never actually gone this far with a guy before, thanks to my brother terrifying every guy in sight, but I was a twenty-year-old girl.

I’d heard plenty of blow job stories from my girlfriends, so I was fairly sure I knew what I was doing. My breath caught in my throat as he sprung from his boxers.

He was big and thick, exactly what you’d expect from an alpha. I rubbed him until he got harder, then I licked the tip. He groaned.

I took that as an invitation to take more of him into my mouth. I moved my head up and down rhythmically, taking as much of him as I could without gagging.

I’ll admit I wasn’t fully sure of what I was doing, but judging by his response, I was doing a pretty good job.

I cupped his balls in one hand and massaged them gently, taking all of him in my mouth, gagging slightly. His moans grew louder as I swirled my tongue around his tip and down his length.

After a few more minutes, he placed his hand on my head, trying to lift me off. I slapped his hand away. No, I needed to finish this; I wanted to taste all of him.

He let out a loud moan, and a thick, salty substance filled my mouth. I swallowed and looked up at him, smiling.

His eyes were on me, a big smirk on his lips. “Wow, that was amazing,” he breathed, pulling me up to kiss him.

I kissed him back and snuggled into his chest.

We fell asleep in minutes.