Upon our arrival, Norah is weeping and imploring Gavin not to depart. “Observe, dear.” Observe Celine. She engaged in combat five times today and appears unscathed. Our healing process is rapid; there is no need for concern. Remain here, and I shall return shortly, understood?Gavin attempts to persuade her.
“He is correct, Norah.” We frequently sustain injuries during training, yet our recovery is so rapid that it often goes unnoticed. He will be well. I attempt to reassure her, “Trust me.”
“I cannot remain here while you engage in combat, nor can I observe your battle,” Norah contends, tears streaming down her face.
“I will remain with you if you desire,” I propose.
“I implore you, Gavin?”She weeps, and I cannot endure witnessing her distress.
Your companion and our Luna is expecting, and she is experiencing stress. This is detrimental to both her and your puppy, Gavin. Is this futile conflict worthwhile?“I enquire while placing a protective hand over her abdomen, and he emits a groan.
I gaze at Cohen with imploring eyes, and he rolls his, “I comprehend if you wish to annul the fight.” “If I were in your position, I would find it impossible to decline my companion,” Cohen concedes.
I cannot help but beam at his response. I approach Cohen and encircle his waist with my arms. I feel diminutive in his embrace, yet we complement each other flawlessly like interlocking puzzle pieces. He encircles me with his robust arms and embraces me tightly.
“I express my gratitude,” I murmur. I rise on my tiptoes, and he bestows upon me a gentle kiss. “Let us take a brief stroll prior to collecting Alyssa for dinner,” I whisper.
Cohen smiles, stating, “Make an announcement that we both wish to cancel the fight,” as he takes my hand and departs from the packhouse.
We proceed behind the packhouse, distancing ourselves from others. I glance at my watch, “It is 6:10.” I must collect Alyssa at 6:30 PM. “We have twenty minutes,” I inform him as we stroll hand in hand. He yanks my arm to orient me towards him. The playful grin on his face evokes a fluttering sensation in my stomach. He draws me close and kisses me. The kiss is languorous and fervent, conveying palpable desire.
He seizes my posterior and elevates me, resulting in my legs encircling his waist. The proximity of our bodies is highly pleasurable. Upon concluding the kiss, I am overwhelmed with exhilaration. Cohen smiles as he carries me away from the crowd, and the mere sight of his enchanting smile stirs something within me. I have never experienced anything akin to this before. Shortly thereafter, after traversing a cluster of trees, he discovers an ideal secluded grassy area.
“I desire to embrace you for a brief moment in solitude,” Cohen confesses.
“Likewise!”I concur. Cohen sits down, preventing my departure, resulting in my straddling him. Initially, I embrace him for a moment, inhaling his enticing masculine fragrance and savouring the sensation of his body against mine. The sensation of sparks on my hand as it grazes his neck. I have felt an urgent need for this contact throughout the day. Ultimately, I withdraw slightly to observe him. I glide my fingertips over his face, examining every detail. His strong jawline, his 5 o’clock shadow, his perfectly straight nose, and his deep green eyes. “You’re so handsome,” I admit to him as I lean in to kiss him.
He smiles into my lips and kisses me back. It kiss soft but I soon find myself lying on the grass, with Cohen on top of me, kissing me with my legs wrapped around his hips. Our kisses deepen, and it’s getting more intense. He grabs my face and moves it to the side as he kisses his way to my neck. It all feels so good. It feels like my entire body is tingling, and it can only be described as euphoric.
I find myself trying to catch my breath and maintain control, but when I feel his hardness pushed against me, a moan escapes my lips. That only seems to have added fuel to our fire, because he’s kissing with more urgency and now I’m grinding into him, chasing my own pleasure.
I feel desperate for him, all of him. But we can’t. Not here. Not now. “Wait, what time is it?I breathe heavily. I glance at my watch; it reads 6:22 PM. I emit a groan, and he seizes my arm to examine it.
“Two additional minutes,” he breathes, and his lips collide with mine. I lightly drag my fingernails along his back, beneath his t-shirt, and when he groans, I draw him nearer to me. I desire to express my love for him at this moment and convey my yearning for his physical presence, yet it is premature for declarations of love, and he is unable to be with me physically at this time, thus I refrain from voicing my thoughts. He withdraws, yet returns to bestow upon me another kiss before gazing into my eyes. I observe the bloodfang specks swirling within them, and I adore it.
