Imperious.

Part XVII: Emilia

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Pages: 65 - 69

E M I L I A -

Everything is no longer black and white, everything glows and radiates under my gaze, especially my bed with Tom on top of me.

After a very much needed release of sexual tension, Tom and I went to bed, this time with me being the extra bed and pillow for him. Even though we didn't mate, we came pretty close. Tom's neck is just so appetizing; I don't even want to look at him there. My wolf's starting to get more excited, more interested. We're going to mate soon - I can feel it.

Waking up to feeling him breathe in and breathe out against my neck, my body flushes in excitement and desire. Last night's kissing wasn't enough to satiate what my wolf craves to do. Opening one eye and one eye only, I immediately spot his jeans carelessly disregarded on the floor and I smile in happiness.

Only a few days ago I'd awake to one side of the cold and unused bed with a half empty room.

Wiggling a bit out of his embrace, I gently glide my hand across his back, loving the way he shivers but presses against me even in his deep slumber. His body is warm and firm, and I love it.

"What are you doing?" He asks, and I jump, obviously startled.

His head still remains fully planted in the crook of my neck as his breath begins to tickle me.

"I was touching you." I state obviously.

"I know, you woke me up, way before I wanted to." Tom grumbles before playfully biting my neck.

"Tom." I say, breathing out harshly at his actions.

"What is it, baby?" Tom asks, his hands running down my sides.

"Tom." I moan, when he bites down on my neck again before sucking on the spot.

"Keep doing that and I'll take you right now." Tom growls. Grasping my hips he pins me down to the bed, knocking me off my feet. Metaphorically, of course.

"Let me brush my teeth." I squeal when he presses back down on me.

Surprisingly, he lets me go and I jump out of bed.

"Don't take too long." Tom calls out. Looking back at him, I see him watching me predatorily, his eyes dilating and zoomed in on me.

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Freshly showered, I dry my hair and get dressed for the day. Then I walk down to my office, sit back in my chair and listen to the water running while Tom takes a shower. Let's see how much work I can get done before he's ready for breakfast.

Looking over pack provisions and money spent, I start estimating our growing population and everything else I will begin to need for my pack to be ready for it's growing population.

Heavily into estimating, a familiar scent hits me and I look up to see Jamie walking down the hall, a mere eight feet from my office. She smiles at me, and I nod at her before looking back at my work.

"You have another letter, Emilia. Who's sending you mail in this modern time? Emailing isn't so hard." Jamie asks curiously.

"It's simple: when writing a letter, it can be erased from existence forever, but online, nothing is ever erased or deleted and can be pulled up and seen. Now for some things like birth records, lasting forever is an amazing advancement. But for the contents of the letters sent to me, it's not so amazing." I say before looking up at her.