Their Wife (Reverse Harem)

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Sofia.

It was too early for me to feel that way.

I didn't know what true love felt like, and I didn't think that I could distinguish it from liking or adoring someone because those were different things.

So that would only mean that I didn't know how I felt about him- about them.

Nikolai and I were presently cuddling as we- he watched the movie that I had lost interest in an hour ago. It was seven pm now. I was exhausted from our previous fucking sessions. I was satisfied but sore and I relinquished in said pain of how much pleasure came with it.

And since I was overthinking again. I couldn't help but put point the negativity in everything. I was tired as hell but couldn't sleep and couldn't focus.

My thoughts were going haywire. I was tense, even with the warmth and adoring feeling emitting from Nikolai's body heat that was surrounded me like a safe cocoon, I was freaking out considering the realization that struck me this afternoon.

"Love-" His words snapped me out of my reverie as I noticed the credits rolling in on the screen. I hummed feigning interest. "I think it's time we head back home," I lifted my head to meet his eyes. Wiping off the restless look on my face completely.

"Or do you want us to stay longer?" He questioned softly, I hurriedly shook my head.

I didn't want to stay here, it was too overwhelming and made my anxiety spike. Plus I had missed Nadei and Nial.

He noticed my troubled fidgeting, "Baby, are you okay?"

"I'm f-fine," I sighed relishing in his safe embrace, turning me to face him. The fabric of his hoodie that I wore rising to my thighs as he made me straddle him.

He cupped my head, a stern look on his handsome face. "You're lying to me," jaw clenched. Honey eyes squinted in assessment and worrisome, he worriedly inspects my face.

"Okay, I'm a bit tired and sore," I shook my head not fully telling him what was taking over my head like a damn plague. "I'll be alright."

Apparently, the small lip-closed smile that has my lips upward wasn't enough of a reassuring gesture to get him off or maybe my terrible lying skills did, once again, fail me..

Probably the latter.

"I don't believe you," his lips pressed up against my forehead, arms flexing around my waist, "Just tell me what's wrong, I'll help in any way that I can," he sighed, "Kitten, you know you can trust me, right?"

"I do, trust you, but I-I," I stammered, cringing at how perturbed my own words sounded to my ears as he frowned, "I'm alright, I swear, this is something I need to handle on my own."

"Something I need to solve on my own."

I shoved my face in the crook of his neck inhaling his mint and soft sandalwood scent as it invaded my nostrils, calming me down a smidgen.

My arms tighter around his neck as he rubbed my back, soothingly.

"You're telling me not to worry, but I can't-" his light-colored locks caressed my cheek, briefly, and he pulled me to the same eye level, "Even, I-we hurt you before and I'm sorry for it but I can't let you get hurt. Not anymore," his eyes suddenly darkened with bitterness and determination.

"I won't." His words pulled at my heartstrings with how sincere they were, yet I couldn't shake off the shivers that crawled their way up my skin as that same darkness I was yet to, truly, see in his eyes, appear for a millisecond.

"Thank you," I didn't know why I was saying it but he apparently did.

And, tears welled in my eyes.  I didn't know why I was on the verge of balling my eyes out or why that nagging feeling in the base of my spine had me all worked up for but I knew that I needed to truly calm the fuck down.

I tried reasoning with myself and guessed that my overflowing emotions were related to how considerate and soft Nikolai was being to me and how I was so unused to said affection until them or if it was because of how lost I simply was, with my emotional and mental state.

I didn't want to worry him. I didn't want him to know how much of a broken wreck of a person that I really was. I didn't want him to that I didn't know how to love. That I didn't know what love felt like.

His soft voice pulled me out of my depressing trance. "Don't thank me for wanting to protect and help who I love, I care about you too much, my love, but--" his palm slid to grab ahold of my throat in a tantalizing, sensual but reprimanding way.

I shivered, my light colored eyes glazing over.

"The only time you're going to thank me, repeatedly, is when I'll have you on my bed, across my knee, ass up and face down as I redden these perky cheeks. Do you hear me?"

Oh gods. He was something different.

His crude words had my core dampening with my fluids, my desire to let him use me and beg him to make me his, again and again, was overpowering but fuck, I was sore. And probably entering my depressive phase.

"Okay, daddy," he kissed my lips, softly, it was sweet but too brief for my liking as he petted my head.

"Now, we have to go," he said setting me on my wobbly legs numb from crossing them for too long, "Let's get you some pants, first," he carried me to the walk-in closet, handing me the tightest pair of joggers that he owned that fit me perfectly around the waist.

Okay, not perfectly because I had to fold them at the exact length to fit me cause of how short I was. And I grumbled like an angry toddler.

Could anyone, for the love of what is holy, please, let me borrow a couple of inches? I was sick of being a midget in the middle of freaking titans.

"Shoes," he tied my shoelaces, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Thanks," I smiled.

"Don't mention it, love, now let's head back. I'm sure the other dumbasses are back," he chuckled and grabbed my hand.

With that we departed.