Athena's Human Mate

Chapter 23

She turned in his embrace, his mouth crashing into hers, his tongue demanding entrance. He felt the bond between them deepen, adding fuel to their passion. He pushed her tight against him, molding her body to him. He explored her mouth while his hands grabbed her ass, lifting her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He turned them and fell onto the bed, him on top of her and never breaking the kiss.

He brushed her hair out of her face and wiped the tears from her cheeks, "Please don't cry sweetheart. I'm right here."

He wanted to make love to her right now, but they were stinky and not in a good way. He would take showers at the gym, but the women's facilities were almost non existent. Plus it was late, and he could see the fatigue in her eyes. He wanted to take his time to enjoy her body, and draw out her pleasure.

He rolled over to give her space to get up. "Go take a shower and get ready for bed sweetheart."

She gave him a quick kiss before jumping up. "I'll be fast."

"Take your time," he said as he watched her smile at him. Yes, life was good and it was about to get better.

He compared her body to his past lovers, she had plenty of muscles, but still retained curves and a softness to her that others didn't.  He seemed to attract super skinny girls or very muscular ones.  The slim ones were bony at the hips and he had to be careful not to hurt them.

He liked to get rough sometimes during sex, he had to restrain himself with those girls, it was possible to break their bones on accident.  Going full out on the body builders was the only benefit of having sex with them.  Usually they had small boobs and hard bodies.  Occasionally, he wondered if that's how it felt having sex with a guy, apart from the vagina.

Athena stood in the doorway, slightly nervous, her damp hair in a messy French braid and wearing pajama shorts with a matching tank top.

Roman noticed her and his breath caught, "you're the most beautiful woman I know."  His words came out softer and almost hesitantly, versus the strong, confident way he meant to say them.  Her blush was worth any discomfort, along with her smile.

He kissed her gently, caressing her face as he passed her, "I'll go get cleaned up, feel free to lay down and sleep."  At her slight frown he added, "tonight you need rest, I can tell you're exhausted sweetheart."  He gave her another kiss, "I'll be right back."  He slapped her butt lightly when she turned to the bed, creating another blush on her face.

She climbed into bed, confused but happy.  He accepted her and was considerate to notice how tired she was.  Artemis was curled up in her mind, already asleep and content.

Roman slipped into the bed, snuggling up to her, putting an arm across her waist.  He kissed her cheek saying, "goodnight sweetheart."  She mumbled a goodnight before slipping into unconscious bliss.

A nuzzling sensation woke her up from a glorious good night's rest.  "Goodmorning sweetheart, how did you sleep?"

She turned to face him, "it was wonderful."  She kissed his lips, "what plans do you have today?"

"I was thinking about hanging out with you all day.  I need to hit the gym a couple of hours at some point, but other than that, I'm all yours. We can do whatever you want.  I was supposed to work but I'm going to quit instead."

"Why?  I don't want you to quit because of me, I can figure out a way to stay close."

He laughed, "it's alright, I only worked part time to pay my rent, I get the rest from fighting.  Unless you don't want me to move in with you?  Would the pack object to that?"  His tone changed from humorous to worries.