Chapter 37

Shemika observed him as he paced the room. He had a duffel bag with him, filled to the brim. She found herself wondering what was inside. She hadn’t packed anything herself, planning to shop once they reached town.

She moved to sit on her bed. She couldn’t deny that the idea of Caturix being with her in a romantic way had been on her mind since he suggested a more ‘intimate’ encounter. She knew he didn’t mean ‘romantic’, but she couldn’t help herself. Their encounters had always been so…~un~-romantic.

His approach had always been detached. They had only recently started kissing, which was a significant step. He seldom turned her to face him, and their bodies barely touched except where they were joined.

Caturix opened his bag to check his belongings, and she watched him openly from her spot on the bed. She wondered when they would leave, her excitement turning into a knot of anxiety in her stomach. The idea of finally visiting the town made her nervous.

She had spent years daydreaming about it. She was finally going to walk down a sidewalk, use a crosswalk, just like she’d always imagined. She would cross paths with countless humans. She would try all sorts of drinks in quirky glasses with twisty straws and colorful umbrellas. She would buy lots of dresses and dance in a club.

Caturix zipped up his bag and turned to approach her. The distance between them closed quickly. He moved between her knees and looked down at her thoughtfully.

“What’re you thinking about, Mika?” he asked softly.

She looked up at him, swallowing hard at his proximity. “I was just thinking about all the things I want to do in town and how little time I have to do it,” she answered honestly.

He reached up and gently brushed his knuckles along her cheekbone. “I will make sure we do everything you want to do, my lo—” He cut himself off abruptly, his expression turning dark.

“What?” she asked, worried.

He turned his head away, avoiding her gaze. “Nothing, I just forgot what I was going to say,” he lied. He took a moment to compose himself before turning back to face her.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, with perfectly arched eyebrows, high cheekbones, and full lips. Her long, thick lashes framed her amber eyes perfectly. He wanted to lean in and kiss her forehead, but he resisted the urge.

She just looked up at him with those big, beautiful eyes. “Okay, when are we leaving for the town?”

“Right after you’re covered in my scent,” he replied. He wouldn’t lie to himself. He wanted her to carry his scent, even though it wouldn’t matter among humans. Humans were ~lesser~ creatures and couldn’t recognize a mated pair. This usually didn’t bother Caturix on his few trips, but this time was different. He was uneasy. Thoughts of humans attacking his Mika haunted him. She wasn’t as strong as a she-wolf should be.

Shemika’s face softened, as it often did when he suggested they be intimate. “Why haven’t you started then?” she asked in a husky voice, sending shivers down his spine.

He couldn’t control himself around her. It was as if she had been plucked from his dreams and sent to torment him. Caturix grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor.

“I’ll take you this way just this time, but don’t expect it again,” he warned, hoping he wouldn’t prefer it to his usual rough coupling.

She nodded eagerly and scooted further onto the bed, starting to remove her own clothes. She paused, confused, as she watched Caturix undress slowly.

He removed his last piece of clothing, kicking his underwear off. His arousal was evident, but he didn’t immediately pounce on her as he had done before. He climbed onto the bed and moved toward her. His slow, seductive movements made her pulse quicken and her blood heat up.

He moved until he was hovering over her, but then he stopped…to just…look at her.

She said nothing, just let him look.

Finally, he cupped her face in his hands and drew her in until their lips met. His touch was soft and gentle. One of his hands moved to caress her back, while the other moved around to join the first. He slid his hands up to cup her shoulder blades as he pulled her against his chest.

He moved slowly over her, pressing her down onto her back. His lips stayed against hers as their tongues began to dance. He tried to ignore the feelings that betrayed him. He wanted to just thrust into her, finish, and they could be on their way. When he just took her without mercy, these thoughts didn’t invade his mind.

He moved one knee between her legs and gently pushed them apart until he could fit his other leg in. His hands roamed over her body as he tried to spread his scent all over her. Over her full chest, down her belly, and around her thighs. He loved the way she began to tremble with anticipation.

Caturix positioned himself at her entrance but didn’t move further. He just kissed her mouth, enjoying an experience he’d rarely shared with other women. They’d never seemed to mind, and he’d never cared for it either. When he’d been with other she-wolves, he’d just had sex to get off and then he was done. There was no passionate kissing.

With Shemika, it felt like a necessity. As if he was drinking from her mouth for sustenance and survival. He could never get enough. He ~would~ never get enough. Maybe not with any other woman.

Caturix moved his mouth from hers and kissed along her cheeks, across her jaw, and down her neck. His chest tightened as he paused above her throat. She smelled especially sweet there. His thoughts intensified as he hovered over her. In his ear, her breathing became labored. Her chest began to heave as though she knew what he was thinking. As though she was afraid of his train of thought, but she didn’t verbally refuse him.

He forced himself to continue his path of kisses down her chest until he took one of her nipples into his mouth and released it with a pop. His hips began moving against his will, thrusting against her. Thankfully, her excitement allowed him to enter her slowly.

Caturix moved back to kiss her mouth as he entered her deeply. He pulled away from her lips and pressed his head against her bed to catch his breath. He was supposed to have slow sex, get his scent all over her, but he couldn’t deny the urges he had to take her quickly and roughly. He stayed there, inside her but unmoving, for a while. Until he felt her tighten around him, trying to coax him to climax.

“~You’ll be my fucking undoing,~” she heard him murmur low beside her ear, but clearly not ~to~ her.

Caturix wrapped his arms around her and began his rhythmic thrusting. He really couldn’t keep his mind clear when he wasn’t putting all his energy into taking her senseless.

Shemika arched her back until her chest pressed against his. Her legs wrapped around the backs of his, drawing him deeper into her body. Her mouth was all over him, as if she was supposed to get her scent all over him too, but he didn’t object.

He savored the feel of her hot mouth all over. He pulled back to look down at her and gulped at the sight.

Shemika’s brows were furrowed, her eyes rolled back with pleasure, and now that he’d stopped kissing her, she bit into her lower lip. Perhaps to keep herself from crying out with satisfaction. She was a vision, all right.

The moment he looked down into her face, Caturix felt his body tighten in preparation and his eyes widened in surprise. Was he going to climax because he liked the way her face looked? That had to be the most embarrassing thing to happen to him.

Even though he tried to fight it, Caturix stiffened as his orgasm hit him hard, but he couldn’t stop staring at her perfect face. His climax triggered hers and if Caturix could have climaxed again, he probably would have. Her eyes rolled back and her brows angled slightly upward as a long moan escaped her lips.

Even as so many thoughts rushed through his mind, possessive and protective thoughts, he still couldn’t look away from his Mika’s face. Couldn’t pull himself away from her body as he released inside her.

Caturix had always been careful with the other women. Even though he couldn’t actually father a child with anyone but his destined, he’d always used protection. But with Shemika, it was different. From the beginning, he hadn’t even considered it. The thought of filling her completely, of seeing himself spill out of her, had been too enticing.

He finally detached himself from her and walked across the room to pick up his discarded clothes. He threw them at her, harder than he intended.

“Get dressed,” he ordered, his voice harsher than he meant it to be. He winced as he saw her flinch. He was being too hard on her, all because of a disturbing realization that had just hit him.