The Outsiders

The Outsiders: Chapter Twenty-Three

Khristopher De Caldwick

Soum only stared at me with a bewildered blush adorning his skin.

            Though I tried to tame the inklings of heat deep in my core, I couldn't help the bluntness of my words. It was true; I wasn't sure how, but I was willing to mate with Soum. Our souls were already bound and our hearts drummed to the same beat. Even if it wasn't as perfect as the books deemed our bond to be, it was our bond, a bond I had come to cherish and accept.

            Soum was my heart, my happiness, my reason to keep fighting. He was my dream and fortunately my reality. Even if we fought, even if we cried, even if our anger for each other boiled over, we would overcome it. We were more to each other than the sheer notion of existence. If mating meant I would be with Soum, then till death shall we part. Our dreams had each other in them. Even if our dreams were different, we both were made for each other, and we would figure whatever obstacle or hindrance out. If mating Soum meant I'd live my life — no matter how long — with him, then I trusted and respected whatever his reaction was to my not-so-pure proposition.

            Caressing his cheeks, I stared into his furiously flushed, honey eyes. Though glittering with uncertainty, there was an undeniable heat that resided in his residual shock. With a small breath, he could only smile, placing his hands on my waist.

            "I wouldn't mind mating with you, Khristopher, even if I have to bite you."

            I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped my lips as I leaned in. Placing a kiss onto his lips, my hands shifted from his cheeks to his neck. Soum took notice of my actions, tightening his hold on my waist as he deepened the kiss. A flame blossomed from my bodes, igniting my nerve endings with a fearsome ferocity. Heat surged through my hollow limbs, pulling me deeper into the pit of lust — exuberant and fiery. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, I could hardly breathe as a vehemently feverish heat consumed my body.

            A heat like I hadn't known before grew in the pit of my stomach, adding to the sheer pleasure Soum's touch brought. Pulling me onto his lap, he ran his hands down my back, not-so-subtly placing his hands on my hindquarters. With a hitched breath, I delved back into Soum's affections, infatuated with his sheer existence as he brought feelings I only dreamt of. Pulling my hands down, I ran my fingers down his chest before settling them on his hips. Gently grazing his skin, I couldn't help but caress the smooth skin of his hips.

            "We should have cleared this up a bit, you can talk about it, not do it in front of the three of us."

             Sonia's voice resonated from the tent, making my attention snap towards her. Pinched into a cringe, Sonia stared at the floor, back turned to us. Toasheh did the same, only sheepishly waving at us. Spareaux took it to the extreme, hiding in a tree with his back turned to us, dangling his feet from a branch. A blush flamed my cheeks as I stared, in awe of my actions as I peeled myself from Soum's embrace.

            "We'll turn around when your decent, Toe," said Toasheh with a cheeky thumbs-up.

            Furrowing my eyebrows, I turned to Soum, realizing what she had meant. Soum's shirt — a tight-fitting tunic much like the ones many of the Jaiocm pack wore — was wrinkled in the pattern my hands explored his chest and neck. With swollen lips, Soum's naturally larger lips were bruised at the intensity of our time together. The only put-together aspect of Soum was his hair; I wouldn't dare to ruin the small defined curls that littered his head with my hands. Gulping, I couldn't help but let my vision fall lower.