“No,” she murmured to herself, placing both hands against the walls to brace for what lay ahead; this could not be occurring, not at this moment, not with both Caelan and Mason outside.
An Alpha and a Beta. She could not conceal it from either of them, given their acute senses capable of detecting even the faintest murmurs, coupled with her abrupt departure from the chair and near tumble as she hurried down here. Both individuals would likely be observing this direction and attentively listening.
Daisy stood there, biting her lip, anticipating the onset of the dreaded shivers that would completely overwhelm her. She had never possessed control over it, nor had she been able to halt or defer it. She closed her eyes; even if she could suppress her moans of pleasure, the scent of her arousal would remain unmistakable in this confined space.
She stood waiting, more than mortified at what was about to confront her; how would she ever explain this? Much less emerge from the toilet subsequently? Confront either of them?
Caelan was aware of her vocalisations and scent during o****m. It was never eluding him. Would it elicit his wolf, Goddess?
Would Hudson assume control and attempt to copulate with her? Nothing. No events occurred. The warmth on her back was now dissipating. “Oh, thank the Goddess,” she sighed softly, sinking onto the closed toilet lid. “Please do not subject me to this now,” she implored. Checked her watch to ascertain the time. She then realised she was unaware of the duration of their time in the air. Or the extent of their progress during the flight.
“Daisy…are you well in there?””
Daisy bit her lip, contemplating how to elucidate her frantic rush to the toilet. She likely appeared to be a deranged woman. “Um…” Indeed,” she ultimately responded, quite mortifying.
“Are you certain?””
“Affirmative, Mason,” she informed him. She needed to devise a pretext. He stood up and observed her flushed and embarrassed countenance, realising that he remained outside the door. Inhaled deeply and shut her eyes, ‘you are capable of this.’ She reassured herself, “I have been engaged in this for an extensive period.”
Upon opening the door, she discovered Mason gazing at her with a look of inquiry. He would discern that she was not in pain; he would sense it. That was a compelling notion. Did he perceive it when she experienced the shivers? Negative, she contemplated. He had never experienced any emotions when she was bonded to Caelan.
“Um…” “Somewhat embarrassing,” she offered a half-hearted smile, which was all she could muster. “Is this the case?” Caelan’s personal aircraft.
“She enquired softly.”
“It is,” she heard Caelan’s voice emanate from further down the plane, where he was seated, clearly attentive to their discussion.
She exited the bathroom, Mason retreated but remained, and she glanced towards the location where she was aware he had been seated. He was gazing intently at her.
“Um…” Do you possess any female hygiene products on board?“She enquired with considerable awkwardness.”
Caelan raised an eyebrow at her and stated, “In my bedroom, there are provisions for female guests,” he affirmed.
“Do you think…” she paused, “May I borrow,” she shook her head, “an inadequate term…can I have one?” Would Lydia object?She ultimately emerged. It was the sole means by which she could stave off their enquiries, and her profound embarrassment regarding the situation would be entirely justifiable, as would her hurried retreat to the loo.
“What is Lydia’s concern?”“He inquired.” “Proceed.”
She turned and observed Mason regarding her with curiosity. She directed her gaze towards the adjacent door and indicated it with her finger. He nodded; she opened the door, entered, closed it, and surveyed the surroundings as she heard Mason approach from down the plane. Briefly closed her eyes and inhaled.
She now recognised that this flight could become quite uncomfortable; biting her lip, she opened her eyes. A substantial bed was present in this room. There was a grab bar above the headboard; she shook her head, dismissing any contemplation regarding its presence or purpose. She could easily envision that Caelan preferred it in a singular manner, to her knowledge. Traversed the room to a set of built-in drawers and opened the top drawer.
She expressed surprise at the handcuffs and various items in the drawer, including multiple types of s*x toys and an abundance of protection, she observed. That is not unexpected. She had utilised various forms of contraception during their Mating. He was unequivocally disinterested in having a child with her.
Caelan ensured that she was not only using the pill but also had a contraceptive implant in her arm, and he insisted on an IUD as well. Informed her directly that there would be no offspring resulting from their union. She was genuinely grateful for it, being too young to desire one, and given their mating, she had not particularly wished for one with him either. She had merely complied with his instructions regarding that matter.
Upon hearing the door to the room open, Caelan remarked calmly, “Not that drawer,” as if a drawer filled with s*x toys held no significance, and he proceeded to close it while reaching around her. He repositioned her by placing his hands on her hips, shifting her to his right, and leaned down to access the bottom drawer.
Daisy averted her gaze and bit her lip. She could not gaze upon him; he had only ever placed his hands on her hips in such a manner when he desired something. He had engaged in s****l intercourse with them. He rose and gazed directly at her. Daisy maintained her gaze fixed on the wall ahead.
