Mated but not Tamed

Chapter 27 - One on One

Magnolia

I have to admit, I slept like shit. Though I had Luther wrapped around me, rubbing my back and kissing me, I missed my other mates.

When I admitted as much to Luther, apart of me feared he would get angry. Was I being selfish? Am I a whore?

All my doubts and insecurities have easily raised to the surface, but Luther was having none of it. He reminded me how beautiful I was, kissed every part of my body I was comfortable with, and even called the others so they could reassure me of the same.

The ache lessened immensely when I remembered I could just call my other mates, whenever I wanted per there instructions. It wasn't the same, but it was something. And it helped me believe that they wouldn't forget about me.

"Everything's gonna be just fine Maggie." Lana has been an amazing supporter in all this. She's missing her mates too, but you would never know. She's so strong, and kind, and considerate.

I wouldn't be here today without her.

But todays and new day, and I plan to focus on making progress. It's going to be different with out all my boys here, but as long as I stay busy, the few days will fly by.

I hope.

I tread downstairs, my feet, bare and my favourite silk jammy set on. I wore something different to bed, but I wanted to feel pretty. I put on a little mascara and lip gloss, brushed my hair into cute space buns, Daniel taught me, and rubbed on some cookie scented cream.

I've never been able to pamper myself and now having access to all these fun new things, I can't wait to try them all. I'm not to sure how I feel about the lip gloss though. It's a little sticky but tastes like strawberries.

The house is heated for this time of year, but my lack of coverage makes me shiver a little. It doesn't help that when I catch a whiff of campfire, my skin erupts in goose bumps.

I follow my mate's warm scent to the front of his office. I haven't been in here yet, and I hesitate to knock. He might consider this his space, I don't want to intrude.

"I can smell you out their Sweetheart." His tone is heavy, but in an alluring way. I can't help the giggle that escapes me, nor can I help pushing the door open and slipping inside.

He's looking down, shuffling through a stack of papers. It takes him only a few seconds to look up and his eyes to grow heated.

Even from here, I can smell the difference in his scent. Its stronger, muskier, and oh so addicting. He leans back in his large, black, leather chair. His frame engulfing the thing and his hair just slightly disheveled with a few strands hanging over his forehead.

He didn't speak at first. Just stared. The heat in his gaze stole the air from my lungs, his scent alone pebbling the skin on my body. I don't think I would ever truly get used to how my mates affected me.

"You're going to kill me walking in here looking like that," he finally said, voice low, like gravel and smoke. I preen at the sound, I barely hold back the whine that's crawls up my throat.

I swallowed hard. "I... I can change?"

His eyes dropped to my chest, to where the silk shirt dipped low, the outline of my breasts clearly visible. My nipple strain against the fabric, tenting the silk. He doesn't look away. I didn't want him to.

I should've felt embarrassed, ashamed. All the things I felt when my stepbrothers used to look at me, how they used to look at me. But I didn't.

Cause this was Luther. My Mate. A part of my soul.