In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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- KIBA -
MY hand practically trembles by the time I finally gather enough courage to tap the call button.
It rings once, then twice. I inhale a shaky breath as I wait inside the darkness of my study. My heart is doing cartwheels, and my nails keep sinking deep into the wood of the desk with each passing second. I'm feeling so anxious, but the nerves are spiked in a good kind of way. After all, the anticipation of sweet, sweet release is the only thing keeping me together at this point.
I busy myself by turning on the computer. And just as the monitor whirrs to life - she answers. I hear nothing but silence on the other end of the line for a short moment before her voice finally breaks it,
"Hi, Kiba." she says quietly.
She sounds so timid - unlike the rather daring texts she has sent me just a few minutes ago. I can't help the smile which tugs the corners of my lips upward as I ease myself into the chair with a content sigh. Just the sound of her voice makes me happy.
"Hey," I reply, trying to mask the desire I feel for her, but fail tremendously despite the short word. The strain I feel turns my voice deeper - more breathless. The need is so obvious, that I'm almost ashamed of it. Almost.
"How are you?" she mumbles, and I hear the cheeky chuckle to slip past her lips, now. She finds this whole situation amusing, the little minx!
"Good," I say, but am quick to add a more honest answer, "Needy... Very needy."
"Yeah?" she asks, and I can just imagine her musing over the phone when she says, "How so?"
Oh, we're jumping right into it, it seems.
"I've... I've been thinking about you." I admit bashfully, and can feel my face grow hot at the little confession.
"Well, aren't you a little cutie?" she says lovingly. I melt at the pet name as she continues, "Want to be a good boy for me, and tell me all about it?"
Her voice is smooth as silk. It makes me nervous.
"Y-Yes." I stammer breathlessly like some pathetic idiot, now. She just giggles at how eager I sound.
I feel my dick twitch inside my jeans at the praise. God, it feels like she's petting me over the top of the head with her little compliments. If I owned a tail, I'd sure as hell be wagging it by now, I'm positive. I can't even begin to explain what this girl is doing to me, but in all honesty; I don't have to. She can feel it, after all.
"Go on," she practically purrs, like the most cunning feline would, "Show me how obedient you can be, yeah?"
"I..." I start unsurely, trying to calm down my heavy-beating heart as I rest my palm onto my thigh, "I tried to imagine how you'd look like stroking m-my..."
