"More?" He pressed.
Mia only nodded her head, unable to speak.
He brushed his nose against her cheek and commanded in her ear. "Then, beg for more," Zeus smirked. His eyes shone in the dim bedroom, and his hand stopped playing with her clit. "Beg...
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I watched the sun struggle to rise in the sky, the Sunday cold light of dawn creeping through the window as the full moon faded.
Mia's heat had passed, and I sat in the armchair, watching her sleep peacefully in the middle of my bed. This was where she belonged. It would kill me to sleep in that bed alone again.
Even with all the pleasure I had given her, knowing I was the one who had satisfied my mate, the Alpha's primal need never left my body during those three days.
Mia still had not fully submitted to me—not in body and soul.
I knew I could not mark her, not yet. The consequences could be catastrophic if I did not handle it right. The Wolf Council would find out and tear Mia away from me. Worse, she might not survive the transformation. The thought haunted me with every moment I spent with her.
She stirred as if sensing my thoughts, and her eyes fluttered open. I moved swiftly, joining her on the bed.
"Good morning," I said, brushing her hair back and checking her forehead. It felt cool again, and I smiled. "The fever's gone. How are you feeling, love?"
"Tired," she whispered, her voice soft, as her eyes scanned the unfamiliar room with a hint of unease.
"You're at my place. I brought you here Thursday night," I explained gently.
"I remember," she said, nodding.
A weight lifted from my chest at her words. At least she was not completely lost in her memories. It would have been a disaster if she was.
She stayed quiet, her thoughts a whirl of confusion I could not quite decipher. To give her space, I stood, offering, "I'll make you some tea. You should rest more."
Before I could fully rise, her hand clasped mine, tugging me back. Sparks shot up my arm, stronger than ever before.
"You aren't going to tell anyone about... what we did, right?" Her voice was hesitant, eyes wide.
I frowned. "Why would I? You're my mate, Mia. What happens between us stays between us."
I was not one to kiss and tell—not with anyone, and definitely not with her. But Mia's thoughts swirled with insecurity, and she was worried about what people might think. Concern over how much she had let go. How much she had enjoyed being "helped" by my hands. How vocal she had been, how desperately she had begged for more.
I smirked, leaning against the bedframe. Mia did not know how much her need for me fed the beast inside me, and controlling it had become its own battle.
"By the way," I said, my voice teasing, "every sound and little moan that came out of your sweet lips was heaven to me. You don't need to worry about what anyone thinks."
Mia looked at me, stunned, and I walked away before she could respond. When I returned with tea and cookies, Mia sat up in bed, covers draped over her legs. She accepted the tray, though after a few sips, set it aside, lost in thought.
