Alpha Brothers - The Cold Hearted Sister (book 5)

Chapter 34

Chapter 34
Allie
I woke up to the feeling of spiky stubbles, scratching my already hardening nipples. God, even in sleep he turned me on.
I smiled, looking down at him. He seemed quite at home between my breasts with a cat-who-ate-the-canary smile. He nuzzled his face deeper, taking in my scent. I couldn't help my giggles, accidently waking him in the process.
"Havin' fun there?" I asked him as he chuckled, biting his lip before burying his head further deeper in them.
"I am," he answered, given my nipples a quick peck.
I giggled at him, running my hands through his hair.
"Do you think we have to get up today?" I asked, knowing the answer.
Nick sighed before lifting his head to look at me.
"I'm afraid so," he said, giving me the answer I didn't want, "we have to start preparin'. There's a war comin'."
I groaned hating the very idea. I didn't like war the first two times, let alone now. At least back than I didn't have that much too loose. Now, I think I had too much. 
"Nick," I started, cautiously as he hummed a yes, "Do you think we will end up like Isobel and Patrick."
His eyes dropped, probably not wanting to admit it himself. But what if it came down to it? What if it was just Hector, Nick and me in the ring? Who would survive?
"I know that I will protect you with every inch of my bein'," he vowed.
"That's not enough, we know it's not enough. What's stoppin' them from killin' us?" I asked him.
He sighed, ready to deliver the truth, "Nothin'. But we can only prepare."
I groaned, as he sat up taking me with him. He cupped my cheek, trying to give me some form of gift for sitting up. His fingers danced on my lips and rubbed my chin.
Ignoring all my doubts, I remembered a time when life was...maybe not simple but simpler. When it was only me and him and our dreams under a stormy sky.
"Hey, remember when we were talkin' about our dreams?" I asked him.
"Aye, you wanted a big family."
"And you wanted to own Faol Fonn."
We laughed for a little, remembering that time when the only problem we faced was stilling alive.
"What if they could come true?" I asked him, making him frown, "Callum doesn't control Faol Fonn. I mean, he does. But he rarely has anythin' to do with it. What if I asked him to give it to us?"
"He wouldn't say yes."
"He might," I told him.
"Why would he?" he asked, "It's rightfully his and you could never live without your family."
"I'm not plannin' to," I told him, "It's not like I'll never seen them. But in a couple years' time, when Callum and Liv have their five children, and Archie and Amy. And Bee gets a couple of siblings. And I don't even know what you would call a child that's half witch half werewolf," I swallowed, when I realized that I wasn't really making sense, "what I'm sayin' is, there's goin' to be a point where even Faol Coillie will be too small for all of us. So, if I have to move away, what better place to go than to your home."
He blinked, in shock.
His silence made my mind start to doubt. Maybe he had didn't want that. Maybe there would be too many memories of his family to experience it with me.
"I don't think it's possible that anyone has ever loved someone as much as I love you?" he declared, cupping my burning cheeks as tears filled my eyes.
I hadn't felt so much love radiating from one person before. And I felt it, like waves crashing on a sandy beach.
I lied down, wanting to feel him like I did last night. He didn't smile, but I didn't want one. I wanted full seriousness.
He lied down on top of me, wrapping an arm around my back as I cupped his neck and brought his lips to mine.
"I know our future isn't certain. Hell, if we even have one will be a miracle. But I will feel better knowin' that we at least planned one. Just in case one of us –."
"Shhh," He hushed me, tucking back locks of my hair, "don't speak like that. Never speak like that."
I nodded, but I didn't promise anything.
"Let's just pretend for just this moment that we're the only two people on the earth," he suggested, bringing a grin to my lips.
I liked the sound of that. Reaching up, I took his soft, kissable lips.
"Hey Allie - my eyes! Oh my eyes!"
Nick jumped off me, diving for the covers before I even realized what was going on. I scrambled for the doona trying to cover myself from the groaning Graham.
Once I finally comprehended what had happened, I was furious. He just had to ruin everything.
"Graham, what the hell are you doin'?" I shouted, over his cries as he shielded his eyes.
"Oh God, that will forever be in planted in my mind," he moaned, hitting his forehead, his eyes still shut.
"What the hell do you want?" I yelled again, wanting him to get to the point.
"Oh right, um..." he thought, his eyes still tightly shut, "you need to come to the library."
"Why?" I snapped.
"Because..." he groaned, "just come okay? You know, after you're finished."
"Oh, thank you for your consideration," I growled, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Your welcome," he said not getting my sarcasm, "be down there in ten."
"Okay," I said, not meaning it.
"Okay, well...happy huppin', I guess."
"Get out!" I shouted, watching him hurry out the room.
I flopped back amongst the pillows, Nick immediately relaxing once we were alone.
"He's dead," I vowed, "he's so dead."
Nick chuckled before shifting over to the side of the bed.
I frowned, "hey, where you goin'?"
"Shower," he said confused, "Graham told us to be in the library."
"He also said after we were done what we were doin'. And I'm not done," I cheekily said, reaching over to bring him back.
He chuckled, catching what I was throwing and coming back to my lips.