Daisy expressed her disdain by rolling her eyes. “Encourage Mason; he appears to require that very assistance,” she chuckled. “He would likely be receptive to it, you know.”
Ella smiled at her with a hint of mischief, “Indeed, that is excellent news.”
“He is sensitive to touch around his lower ribs.” Daisy chuckled and proceeded to her room to take a shower. She felt improved compared to her departure from her room this morning. She believed that her running and training had significantly benefited her.
Expressed her irritation towards her Alpha.
She would remain in her room and paint for the remainder of the day, reasoning that she could not encounter any trouble by doing so, hopefully. Prepared herself and commenced painting.
Heat surged along her spine, and her hand trembled as the initial indications of a shiver overcame her. She stepped away from the canvas and set down the brush. Oh goddess, she sighed gently as the initial surge of ecstasy coursed through her body. Amelia nearly howled immediately; they had not experienced a shiver in nearly a week.
She traversed the room and leaned against the wall, placing both hands upon it as another wave surged towards her. Aware of its impending strength, she bit her lip at the prospect of resisting it, then closed her eyes and resolved to relinquish her struggle, permitting herself to revel in the experience as the waves enveloped her; it was profoundly gratifying to surrender to the moment.
She caressed her body, slid her fingers into her panties, and stimulated herself; it had been some time, and she anticipated a significant release from this experience.
Caelan’s Perspective
His gaze landed on Daisy in the training ground, where she was entirely unclothed. He and his entire unit had been inspecting the new agility course, and he had not anticipated encountering her there, as he had assumed she would be in her room.
Caelan halted abruptly upon encountering Daisy’s unclothed form; she faced him, yet her head was averted. They appeared to be engaged in a conversation about a tattoo—yet another one. How many tattoos did she possess? He disapproved of her body being adorned with such markings.
His gaze traversed her form, absorbing every detail; it had been a considerable time since he had seen her unclothed. Her breasts seemed more ample, and the curvature of her hips was pronounced. Although she lacked the defined musculature characteristic of the other she-wolves present, he was indifferent, appreciating her softness and femininity. He envisioned her skin as exceptionally smooth to the touch. Hudson surged within his consciousness, compellingly urging, ‘Mate her now,’ while growling within Caelan’s mind.
“Joe, rectify that immediately,” he snapped at his Beta before turning and striding away from her. Hudson attempted to assert control over him to compel his return to her. Caelan was grappling with his inner beast and needed to distance himself from her; only the goddess knew what might have transpired had she remained transformed.
“What is it to mate her right there for all to witness?” Hudson growled at him, displeased that Caelan was deliberately walking away. He proceeded to his office, forcefully closed the door, his fists clenched tightly, and shouted, ‘Back off, Hudson,’ at his wolf.
“She belongs to us; assert your claim.”
“Not belonging to us.”
“Indeed, she is,” Hudson retorted sharply. “She is eternally our Mate.”
“Hudson, please retreat,” Caelan implored his wolf during the full moon. “Just wait for it,” Hudson growled in response, filled with anger and aggression, before retreating to the recesses of Caelan’s mind. The full moon is merely a week away, a short duration indeed. Caelan sat in his chair and endeavoured to concentrate on his work, which proved to be a challenging task.
All he could envision was her bloodied, unclothed form, yearning solely to caress her. He rose and paced his office, cursing the woman for her nudity, oblivious to the frustration she was inflicting upon him, as he longed to explore her body and savour every inch of her.
Although he could have been mated to her, he refrained from doing so, not wishing to deprive her of those initial experiences. He had always intuitively understood that she would depart the moment she had the opportunity, and he had desired this for her benefit, not his own.
Thus, he had neither physically contacted her nor experienced her flavour. She desired something personal to share with someone she genuinely wished to connect with, rather than the man she felt burdened by.
He believed Daisy was entitled to pursue her pleasures as she desired, at her discretion, and with whomever she chose, thus he refrained from depriving her of those moments.
He possessed no entitlement to them, none at all.
He had desired to embrace the Goddess, having only briefly touched her once before regaining his composure and restraining himself from fulfilling the numerous desires he harboured as her Mate.
Even now, standing in his office, he desired to touch her; indeed, he craved more than mere contact. Closing his eyes, he vividly recalled their past intimacy, hearing her gasps and moans as she moved against him. He realised he must put an end to this; she could not roam the pack unclothed. He needed to ensure she comprehended the reasons behind this necessity.
He exited his office abruptly and proceeded to her room, gazing at her door. He paused momentarily and inhaled deeply to calm himself, while Hudson scoffed internally, “It won’t work, Caelan.” You desire her as intensely as I desire Amelia.
Disregarded his wolf, opened the door, and entered her room, coming to an abrupt halt at the sight before him; Hudson was immediately alert, fully focused.
Caelan swiftly closed the door and engaged the locks, overwhelmed by the fragrance of her arousal, his gaze fixed on her as she leaned against the wall, moaning in ecstasy. “Oh, she belongs to us now,” Hudson snarled within Caelan’s consciousness.
Caelan could scarcely comprehend the scene before him; she was not merely aroused, but was actively engaging in self-stimulation in his presence, oblivious to his presence in the room.
“Daisy,” he murmured, unable to suppress his astonishment or the yearning surging within him; he was already aroused, eager for her, as he observed her head turn and her gaze meet his over her shoulder.
He desired to caress her body, glide his hands along her back, and grasp her hips to draw her closer.
A cry of pleasure escaped her as she maintained her gaze on him, while he contemplated, “You will mate with her, or I shall.” Hudson growled.
Caelan removed his shoes and declared to Hudson, “Oh, she’s mine.” He observed her as he lifted his shirt over his head, then proceeded to unfasten his trousers. He noticed her biting her lip as he approached her, fully n**e and aroused. It was intensely arousing to observe her suppress a moan; he was determined to assist her in reaching the impending climax that was developing.
Approached her directly, positioned behind her, he murmured in a deep, husky tone, “Allow me to assist you, Daisy.”
