“If you desire s****l relations, seek them elsewhere,” she retorted.
Caelan nearly laughed aloud; it appeared she was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.
“This is my bed; you should leave,” he stated, reclining with his hands behind his head.
She kicked him and subsequently rolled over to strike him.
He intercepted the second strike and restrained her, parrying the subsequent attack. Indeed, a significant tantrum was imminent; the woman was entirely unclothed. He observed this as he seized her other wrist while she struck out at him, utilising his size and strength to restrain her against the bed beneath him. “Do you genuinely wish to contend with me?”He addressed her condescendingly.
The woman writhed beneath him, and within a minute, he lost the desire to fight, pressing himself against her to convey his immediate arousal.
“No,” she finally murmured. “I do not wish to engage in conflict with you.” I merely.
“Precisely what Lydia.”
“Nothing, release me, Caelan.” He complied.
Reclined on his side of the bed and observed her as she sat up. “You are free to leave at your convenience; I have consistently maintained that.”
“I have yet to locate my Mate, Caelan.” “Nor have you.” She ascended directly onto him. “Why do we not proceed?””
“No,” he interrupted, “you will locate him; go to sleep.” He stated, placing his hands on her waist to shift her away from him.
“I am not fatigued, Caelan,” she sulked at him.
The woman exclaimed, “Goddess Lydia, you are displeased with me, yet you still desire my intimacy.”
“I enjoy engaging in s****l activities with you,” she said while pressing herself against Caelan, who shook his head. “I will not alter Lydia.”
“Will you?”She gazed at his erect p***s.
“Certainly, how would you prefer it?”“He inquired.” He was diligent; it would be prudent to utilise his efforts effectively. She laughed and seized him, positioned herself upon him, and commenced to engage in intercourse. He continued after she had finished, turning her over and thrusting until he reached his climax. It required considerable effort today, as his focus was diverted. Reclining on the bed beside her and gazing at the ceiling, she was unlikely to leave until one of them discovered their Mate. Both he and she were aware of it.
He shut his eyes and lamented that she was not his Mate. The girl was willing to undertake any and all actions; nothing appeared to be prohibited. She genuinely appreciated s****l experiences in all their manifestations. Had she been his divinely appointed mate, it could have been enjoyable.
Daisy’s Perspective
It was late at night; she had deliberately postponed her departure from her room until this hour. The pack-house was completely dark, the lights extinguished, suggesting that everyone had retired for the night. Daisy was aware of Amelia’s restlessness and desire to run; she had intentionally delayed it until now.
Descended the omega stairs at the terminus of the first-floor corridor and permitted Amelia to transform the moment she disrobed; she then sprinted into the woods to run as swiftly as possible, relishing her freedom within the pack’s territory, where all members were permitted to roam freely in wolf form, as had always been the case. She had been permitted to do so even while Mated to Caelan. Considerations that typically led Hudson directly to Amelia for successful copulations.
Daisy deliberately postponed this for hours, concerned that if they encountered Hudson, he would copulate with Amelia once more.
Amelia appeared to be amenable to the idea as well.
Her sole contemplation regarding the issue was, “If my Alpha desires me, I shall acquiesce.” Thus, Daisy had bided her time until now; it was nearly 2 AM.
Postponed to evade Hudson, the pack-house remained entirely dark. Upon observing from her room, she surmised that he was in his fourth-floor room with his companion, which allowed her to feel secure in permitting Amelia to exit.
Encountered her father’s wolf, Wesson, at the North Eastern border. He was a brown wolf with black facial markings and two black front paws, standing a head taller than Amelia. Wesson inclined his head to the side as if he did not recognise her. Daisy recognised that Amelia possessed new markings on her fur. Upon her return to Daisy, she whimpered in agony during her initial transformation, experiencing the same torment that Daisy had felt when she received her celestial moons. The pain radiated from her neck to the area between her wolf’s shoulder blades, and her eye colour exhibited a slight alteration, featuring silvering along the outer edges of her irises, resulting in a somewhat altered appearance.
