Celestial Bodies: Of Runts and Lycans

Chapter 39: Realistic

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Celeste's POV

'He gazed down at her, a possession in his eyes and in his hold. His hand on her hip pulled her further towards him at the end of the bed while his other stroked his-'

I gulped, slamming the book shut. For a moment, I was silent. Then, a squeal left me as I dropped the book to the floor. Josh walked over, closing his own book and simultaneously sipping from his cup of hot chocolate. His eyes fell to the book not far from me. "I didn't like that one."

My eyes widened, darting up to him. "You read this?" He shrugged, plopping himself down into one of the bean bags in the pack house library room. I pushed myself up from the cushion I was sitting on. "Is this-"

"I don't think it's too realistic. It mentions her 'heaving heavy boobs' several times and refers to him having a 'monstrously thick member.'"

"So in real life. . ." He gives me a mischievous smirk and I feel my skin heat up, my cheeks surely turning red.

"In real life," he says in a teasing voice, "dicks are different sizes. But no dick will ever split you open." He snickers. I feel my eyes widen further at his crude words. "See, I thought you and Xavier might be in that weird limbo."

"What do you mean?" Xavier's been. . . Xavier. One minute I find myself beneath him, so sure and steady in bed. He's slightly demanding of certain things. I like it. A lot. I put a hand to my cheek; definitely red. But then the next minute I'll find him locked in his office until late hours, going back over paperwork he already went over. Looking over training reports and plannings, crossing things out and writing new words in the margins. And then he's sweet to me when he finds me watching him. He'll walk the pack grounds with me, wrapping an arm around me to keep warm. And then next he's back to that slighting demanding man in bed. A bed I have returned to every night since my heat ended. . . Only going to my room during the day time for lesson reviews or a nap after my training. Training that I am skipping right now. . .

He took my hand in his, patting slowly, "I know you're sleeping in his room these days." I open my mouth several times over, no words leaving my lips. "But you don't smell like you've had sex with him yet."

"What?" My voice was a squeak, barely even audible to my own ears.

"When wolves do the mattress mambo, their scents combine ever so slightly."

"They do?" He nods.

"Wow, they really taught you nothing in the woods, did they?" I glare at him and he chuckles, raising his hands in a defensive manner. "Sorry."

"I thought that didn't happen until they mark each other?"

He shrugs. "Eh, I've heard that but from like. . older people. Who assume one will wait for their mate and want the whole mating process checked off in one go."

I nod. "Xavier," I started, the words scrambled in my head. "Xavier is kind. He'll wait until I'm. . ready," I said slowly. "But I don't think I'm ready for-for-" I gestured to the book on the floor in front of me.

"You'll know when you're ready, Celeste." His tone had turned kind, his hand squeezing mine.

"Did you?" His smile falters for a moment, a dark look crossing his features.