Midnight Series (camren version)

Chapter 33

Mike

I knew the moment she knew. Hundreds of different scenarios flashed through my mind as she grappled with the knowledge that Camila was her mate.

I'd been relaxing after a nice visit with Taylor when I had my prophecy. Clara and Ally were sitting on the couch, talking quietly while Ally's little girl was curled up at her feet.

"She knows," I said aloud.

"She knows?" Ally asked, grabbing little girl's leash and walking over to me.

Troy and Shane, who had, of all things, been designing and throwing paper airplanes, paused for a moment. Taylor looked up from her laptop where she'd been trading stocks.

"It's about fucking time!" Shane boomed, throwing his plane. It sailed through the air, catching the different currents that were easily visible to our superior eyes by just watching the tiny particles in the air. It landed two inches shy of Troy's plane. "Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head and then looking back to me. "Ok, so now what do we do about Lauren?"

"I'm going to go talk to her. It really depends on what she's going to do.

The decision is her to make."

"I didn't know there was a decision when it came to mates," Troy said, smiling at Ally.

"Well, not in any of our cases. We were all Nermac, and we all felt it at the same time. It was...possible. With Lauren, it's different. In order for this to happen, a lot of decisions have to be made—hard decisions."

"Hard decisions meaning that she will have to decide if she wants to be with her for just a while and let her be human, or change her," Taylor said, closing her laptop and standing.

"Yes. That's why I told you we had to wait for her to figure it out on her own. If we would have told her that Camila was her mate before she met her, or even in the beginning, she would have just left and not put either of them through this, but I know that it's going to all work out," I explained.

"Why don't you just go tell Lauren that?" Ally asked me.

"I can't. I can't tell her how it all works out or she'll never go for it. But I can nudge her along," I smiled. "Besides, she's going to need to talk to someone, and I think after what I showed her earlier today, Lauren might need a little time with her butterfly."

"What did you show her?" Troy asked.

"I showed her a video of a Dom enjoying breakfast from his submissive.

Apparently she hadn't done it before, so I wanted to show her a bit."

Troy's brows furrowed. "Hadn't done it before with Camila, or hadn't done it before ever?"

"Ever."

Shane burst into laughter. "HOLY FUCK! Maybe that's why she's wound so damn tight."

"That's what I said," I replied, smirking.

"How the hell can she resist Mila? I mean, she smells so fucking good sometimes at work I just want to—" Shane stopped mid-sentence when he saw the look on Taylor's face. She was his submissive, but she was also his wife.

"Oh, go on. Finish your thought." Her words were cold, and if Shane had any brains in his head, he would not tell her what he wanted to do to Camila. They had the kind of relationship where it was allowed, but still, I doubted Taylor wanted to hear about it.

"Uh...her scent makes me want to run home to you," he replied, attempting to save himself. "I want to taste you right now."

At the shift in conversation, I could detect a wave of fresh arousal from the four women, my Clara in particular. I wished I could take her home and enjoy, but I knew Lauren might need to talk.