Heat Brought Us Together

Chapter 19

His pov

Micajah Stone

She leaned in and kissed me. I was taken aback if there is a more stronger word for it. I was stunned. She pecked my lips and moved away.

Hope this is not a test. Because I am going in for another long one.

I grab her and pull her towards me, our lips collide just like waves collide on the shore with a heavy thud.

Her lips are bright red, the color of an apple. The apple I would eat to keep anybody away. Not just a doctor.

She pulls away and I miss her luscious lips already. We just gaze at each other intently. I try to put her hair in its normal spot. Behind her ear.

She goes to sit down on her chair and the sudden movement makes the whisky glass slip from the table.

The glass falls on the ground with whisky splattering on my carpet and  droplets landing on my jeans.

I look at the mess and then look at P, she is giggling. Laughing loudly.

The bit of annoyance that was there on my face vanishes in a second as I see her happy. Am I falling for her? Do I like her? Oh God. The instant questions ring in my conscious.

I go to my desk, take a handtowel out and clean my jeans first before even bothering about the mess on the carpet  which I have to start cleaning up.

She tries to help but I send her away saying, " I don't want you to get hurt by the glass pieces especially when you are in heat mate. Go and rest, I will take care of this. She hesitates but eventually leaves.

I take my time with the glass and throw it in the garbage bin. I climb those stairs and reach my room. I see her laying on my side of the bed with her mobile phone in her hands.

I wonder who she is texting. I grab a few clothes and head to the bathroom. The precap of a P of time before in the shower flashes before my eyes,  so I face opposite to the shower wall, I quickly just clean my face and my hands. I wear comfortable pyjamas and go outside into my bedroom.

She is curled up on the bed still busy on her mobile phone. I go to take some of the extra pillows from my wardrobe and a blanket.

She looks at me and then at the stuff  in my hands.

"Where are you going with those? Sleep here, I am totally fine with that. You have already seen me naked anyways, atleast I'm fully clothed here." She says.

She always leaves me speechless. An Alpha left with no words to utter. That's new.

"Okay, only if you are fine with it P. I  can totally sleep in my office. I have slept there before." I tell her.

"Oh, with whom, that red head Aimee?" She states.

I'm quizzed again with her crude question.

"With my Beta Samuel actually, initially when I took over as Alpha we had to do a lot. Work longer hours and stay up late at night to attempt to achieve what we have today." I tell P.

"Anyways now enough with bed time stories and jealousy. Let's sleep. We both have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." I say this to Penelope.

"Good night Micajah, I will try not to flinch or move away when you get close to me. You have grown on me, my mate." She states and takes the duvet upto her mouth, leaving her nose out, so as to breathe ofcourse.

I'm stunned again. This woman is going to give me a heartattack.

'She is already in our hearts.' My wolf mindlinks.

"Night Penelope Davis." I say.

Around 3:30am

I hear a faint noise, I get up and my hands instinctively go to the other side of the bed.

It's empty. Where is she. I check the clock. It's still late at night.

I get down from the bed in a hurry and descend those stairs, why did I have to have stairs in my house. I should have put a slide. That would have been fun, but then the pack kids would have camped in here.

I see a faint light in the kitchen as well as my mate's scent is also present there.

"Hey Night owl, whatcha cooking?" I ask her, as I lean on the kitchen door.

She looks surprised as if she didn't scent me coming here. She sure was busy licking butter off of her fingers.

She turns to look at me, her lips have some butter on them and she is applying the rest on her bread, if anything is left for her toast.

Now is time for the test.

I lean in to taste her and the butter. She doesn't flinch, she stays rooted and locks her arms around my neck pulling me in.

I taste butter, her scent and the heat pheromones on her lips. She is totally intoxicating. Our tongues meet and dance around. My hands go to her ass, cupping them, to the back of her head, slightly holding her hair to angle her to me.

The noise of the toaster breaks our mirage, we pull away from each other, breathless.

My lower region is almost a semi now and is looking for more friction.

She goes to get the bread and takes the butter with her. She hops on the kitchen platform and eats her early morning snack or a late night snack. I can't tell. She licks the butter while looking at me.

Woman what are you intending. This has gone 100 notches up. We both need to chill.

I sit opposite her after adjusting myself.
She notices that and smirks.

"Finish that snack so I can snack on those lips." I say

"Which lips?" She says and giggles.

"Sorry, my wolf in heat can't handle the heat between us. She wants me to pounce on you and take care of that semi for you." She daringly says.

"Is this you P or the heat talking? Huh?.
Because I would rather not fuck and mate when you are this intoxicated by your heat."I tell Penelope.

"I am not intoxicated mighty Alpha, I am sober as fu*k. Let's go sleep. You will chicken out I know." She says.

"I know this reverse psychology that you are using P. And I am the Alpha of that as well."

"So let's get your naughty intoxicated ass to bed."

Saying this I lift her and put her on my shoulder and lightly graze my hand on her asscheek to steady her.

She goes silent as we ascend those stairs and reach our bedroom.

No my bedroom. She is just here for training remember?!
I get a flashback of our previous conversation. Heat is affecting her. Listen to what a sober non heat affected P would have wanted.

This gets me a little frustrated and I end up tossing P on the bed. She bounces on the mattress, her breasts bouncing due to the sudden impact, resulting my semi into a full.
Shit. I curse mentally.
I have always been a bo*bs person.
P having a pair of amazing bo*bs is one of her best assets.

She holds my t-shirt and brings me towards her, her nails lightly grazing my chest. "Mica" those whispers, almost a throaty moans are the only thing on my mind right now.

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