The Kiss Of Draven

Chapter Fourteen: Greetings or Meetings

ITS EXTREMELY HOT I could barely fathom anything around me. My mind seemed foggy, my brain reeling. My body seemed to be drenched in sweat as I could feel the sheets wet beneath me. Gross.

The sounds of birds chirping made my sleepy eyes open and for a second I didn't know where I was. The glass windows above the bed showing me the chirpy birds that flew together in packs, so stunning and whimsical like.

Then looking down at the large hand gripping me tightly to a massive chest, my brain remembered I was on earth. With my soon to be husband.

Last night was magical.

After our banter, he washed my body and even my hair. That was new for me. No one has ever even touched my hair besides my mother let alone my body. His hands were talented moving in between my locs praising my scalp deliciously.

It had felt so good that I asked him could we marry soon so I could feel him inside of me already. He had chuckled at that.

His laugh.

So strange to hear but the most loveliest sound that had ever fallen on my ears. I wanted to hear it over and over. It made me feel warm, almost like I was floating in the clouds above us.

I heard a groan behind me and noticed Draven was waking. Despite the piping heat, I snuggled in closer to him.

"Damn Cosmos, that bastard keeps turning up the heat." He groaned, kissing my head before getting out of bed.

"Cosmos, Is that your brother?" I asked following him into the room he disappeared into last night to get my ring. It was a surprise to me to see it was a wardrobe. This almost felt like a greater size than the bedroom.

"Shouldn't you already know that?" He asked and I waved my fingers watching the large plant  beside him smack his head. "Ow!" I snickered.

"I know many things except what the names of unmated wolves are. Once I see their name, they appear on my crystal ball."

"Crystal ball, are you Houdini." He cheesed at me over his large bulky shoulder. I frowned not knowing what he meant by that.

"What's a Houdini?" I asked as he began dressing himself. The pants he wore now were thick with many pockets, and the shirt was black with intricate swirls embroidering the fabric.

"Nothing my perfect mate. I have sent someone to bring you clothes, they should be here shortly."

"How have you had time to do that? You were sleeping." He tapped his head, coming to grab me by my waist, lifting me to his height. "Mind reading, right." He responded with a kiss that nearly made me melt out of his fingers. I reached behind his head, slinking my legs around him.

I shivered, despite his body temperature the two lip rings were cold to the touch. I had not experience kissing yet Draven didn't inform me about it or question me. He only guided my lips with his own, our tongues massaging one another.

I was practically clinging to him like a stray cat, running my fingers through his luscious thick hair. It was so soft almost like feathers from a fairy.

I couldn't believe only days ago I had dreamed to be in this man's arms and now I was. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want to go back home. I wanted to stay here with him forever. I could feel my nose burning as tears began to fall from my eyes.

He pulled away his face showing concern but I only pulled him back to me. I didn't want this to end. I never wanted it to end.

But Apollo. My subconscious shouted at me. How can you leave him there knowing he could be in danger. How could you break your bond with your birth brother.