Chapter 89: Torture

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Kai's POV

Torture.
It's absolute torture having her here.
In my home.
In my space.
In my presence and not being able to hold her.
I wanted her to invite me in, to have me then and there, to allow me to hold her and give her the love she needs from a mate.

My room is spacious enough to be considered a small apartment. It has a fireplace and a small section for a sofa, perhaps, but I didn't want them. I just wanted the space for working out if I fancied it and to chill out—not more mess to clean when I made it.

"Fuck it" I mutter under my breath. I don't want to be away from her and I certainly don't want to have her here and think I don't want her here. I'm just truly glad my parents adored her.
That's what makes them great. They are just so laid back that everyone loves them. My mother loves to do arts and bake and my father helps out with the grounds and training.
To say I'm Alpha, and to say I'm the one people submit to, my father still holds an authoritative nature because it's in his blood. He doesn't demand respect the way I have seen and heard other Alphas do. He doesn't demand people listen to him but he does love that everyone still does listen to him. Respects him. Admires him as a former alpha.

Walking down the hall again I bring my fist up to knock on her door and without thinking too much about it, I knock on it loud enough that she will hear but no one else will.

"Hey," she says as she stands in her clothes still. She's a sight for sore eyes that's for sure.
"Hey ... " Now what?
"Are you okay?" She asks as she looks at me and then looks down to the ground. Like fuck do I want her looking at the ground when I'm around.
Pulling her chin back up, I feel the warmth of her skin, the sparks and connection that our bond has formed from being mates when I touch her.

"Don't ever feel like you need to look down. Or to submit to me."

"I'm sorry. It isn't intentional it's just that every time we went somewhere, where another Alpha was present, we would bow our heads to show respect"

"You're my mate Millie not some random person walking in my territory" I explain as she walks back into her room.

"You um...you want to come in?" She asks and I feel the pull of it all when I step foot inside.
"Is this room good for you?"
Moron. Why ask that?

I brush off my wolf and his stupid nonsense and I focus on the one who truly matters right now.

"Yeah. It's great! Thank you" she says walking over to the window. She won't look at me but I don't need her to look I just need her to listen to me. Carefully.

"Millie"

"Yeah?"

"It's a lot to take in ... all of this. I mean, after the day you've had today I want you to know that you're always welcome wherever I am. I want you there. When you're done with college or classes and you just want to come by... I want you there. I could be in meetings but you could sit in my office. Some of the times when I'm working I work from here.
I do some online meeting calls and I will do what I can here and I would love for you to be here with me. To feel comfortable and free like you do at home. I don't want you to feel as though you can never ring me or text me. Granted, if I'm in meetings I can text but I can't call. Unfortunately"

"Kai-"

"Yeah, baby?" I called it her earlier and I like knowing that the blush on her cheeks is because of my words.
Christ I'd love to see that blush every day for the rest of my life!

"Your parents are great! Really, they are and they've made me feel welcome in the hour or so that we spoke to them" she says looking at me with such a loving expression I just want to kiss her.

"I want to kiss you right now" I whisper holding her face in my hand. Her soft skin against my calloused fingers.
"I- um...okay this is going to sound silly-"

"I'm sure it isn't" I say rubbing her cheek with my thumbs because why not? I'm enjoying the way her soft skin feels against my fingers. How I want to hold onto her every single day.
It's going to kill me when she goes back to her home and I'm here. With her scent in my space.

"I've only ever kissed one guy and that was when I was 13 and he told everyone I was frigid and my sister punched him and broke his nose" she says with a shy smile and I can't help but be thankful that she's never been truly kissed before.

"I don't mind all of that. I'm a very possessive man" I tell her as I tuck her hair behind her ear. I can feel myself becoming more and more comfortable and relaxed with her around and I think my body is enjoying her closeness a little too much.

"Can I kiss you now Millie?"

"Y-yes" she says standing so close to me.
I can't help it when I tilt her chin up and my natural instinct to smell her clicks into place and I do.
I take a deep breath of her scent and exhale because I slowly touch her lips with mine.

She hums as I kiss her, her lips parting for me to enter and my tongue glides against hers in soothing strokes.

"God you taste as good as I assumed you would baby girl"

Her movements are like I expected but I have to admit, it's fucking hot how she wants me back. How she's trying to fight for dominance against me. Trying to give me what I'm giving her.
"Kai-"

"Yes, baby girl?"

"Can I come and stay in your room with you? We don't have to do anything I mean- I don't think I'm ready for it yet but I I'm...I want-"

"Grab your bag. Let's go to bed and watch TV" I say kissing her cheek and then her lips again.
After grabbing her things and us walking back to my room I close the door behind her and pull her onto me for a hug that I have been waiting weeks for!
"God you feel so smooth and soft" I mutter into her hair which gets me a slap on my waist.

"You're all muscle. Loads of muscle" she laughs. I love the sound of her laugh. Her voice. The way she smiles and blushes when she doesn't know how to accept a compliment.

"This weekend we are stopping in bed and watching TV," I say with a smile. No way am I ready to share her yet.

"Possessive much" is all she giggles but I take no offence to it. I simply pull her face to mine and kiss her like my life depends on it.

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