Possessive Alpha Kaden ✔️

Chapter 20

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I wake to find my mate's arms wrapped securely around my waist.

It reminds me of the first time we slept in a bed together, how well I slept and how comforting it was to have him beside me.

I can feel the heat radiating off of his bare skin, warming me against the crisp air of the winter. Our bedroom isn't the most insulated room in the house, possibly to encourage close contact between mates, so I'm very appreciative of his body heat during these cold winter weeks.

His large, callous hands are spread out across the naked skin of my stomach, his fingers playing innocently with the waistband of my underwear, and his long still damp hair is tickling the nape of my neck.

I ache slightly, especially below the waist, as the effects of last night have hit my frame, from the uncomfortable position in the bath, to the way I was picked up and thrown across the room onto various items of furniture. My shoulders and back are especially stiff, and I wince as I roll them to relieve the knots behind my shoulderblades. I run my fingers gingerly over the area where he marked me, feeling a large bumped area of skin that is slightly bruised to the touch.

That and the fact that I slept with Kaden, like slept slept, and the first time is always supposed to hurt during and after.

I open my eyes to see Kaden still sleeping soundly, his steady breathing warm against my face. Another of his gifts to add to the never ending arsenal of his perfection, is that he doesn't seem so get morning breath. His face is relaxed, making the worry lines on his forehead disappear to reveal the carefree twenty two year old he should be, not the one that is stressed and weighed down with the heftiness of his responsibilities as alpha of a pack to be reckoned with.

I allow my eyes to wander to the covers that have bunched up around his lower waist, revealing his toned, muscular chest and V-lines descending below the sheets.

I find myself blushing at the knowing thought of him being naked underneath, vivid images of last night rushing through my head all at once.

We completed the mate bond last night, and I can finally hear, feel, understand what my mate is doing. I could hear the giddy thoughts running around inside his head as he was kissing me last night, I could feel how nervous he was, I knew what I could do to help.

Sometimes it's been so hard to read what he's been thinking. He's a closed book, his face stony in the eyes of everyone but myself. He's poised and aggressive and cold, but I could never read what was going on in the background.

But now I can.

I still find it within myself to smile as I drag my fingers softly over his facial features, admiring the strength of his cheekbones and the fullness of his lips.

I watch as his long, dark eyelashes flutter open slowly to reveal his mesmerising ice blue eyes that look almost white in the early morning sun.

"Good morning." He mumbles, his husky voice thick with sleep. My smile widens as he leans forward and plants a lazy kiss on my lips. "What time is it?"

He buries his nose into my neck as I look at his bedside clock and check the time, the bright red electronic letters staring back at me. I sigh as he kisses the spot where he marked me. "It's half past eight."

I feel him sigh deeply through his nose, the feeling so funny against my skin that I find myself squirming underneath him.

This rewards me with a breathy moan from his mouth, the sound exciting to my ears. I feel his grip tighten on my hips as his dark eyes lock gazes with mine. "Lola, the fact that you're naked under these sheets, brushing your fûcking addictive skin against mine is not a good plan. I have to get up for work, and you have to get up to plan this Luna ceremony, and is staying in bed isn't an option."