Millicent's POV
After the incident where I saw Sylvester making out with Cathania in Christopher's room, I tried as much as possible to avoid all of them
I ate in my room and rarely showed my face.
Of course Sylvester did not like it and tried to make me join them at the dinning table but I always had one excuse or the other handy.
Christopher himself came to speak to me and talk me out of isolating myself from the rest of the pack but I wouldn't heed his words.
'I just need some time to myself', was what I told him. I was not ready to tell him yet that I was angry with him for the part he played in encouraging Sylvester to cheat on me with Cathania.
I found another pleasurable way to fill my evenings, which was walking to the stream to feel it's cool breeze and peace.
I was at the stream on day, lost in the serenity of nature. The wind blowing and the cool breeze from the stream making it calming on the skin like a soothing balm. Oh Peace! If only that were how my life was, but I was not at peace. My mind and heart were unsettled. I did not know what I was feeling and I was confused and angry with myself for feeling. I was also angry that I had made no progress with my plot against the cheating heartless bastard called Sylvester.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I did not hear him approach until he spoke.
'This place is so peaceful. I understand why you come here'.
I opened my eyes which had been shut as I tried to feel the peace around me, and turned around with a jerk. It was Christopher and my heart leapt. Damn! I was doing this too much lately, cursing that is.
'This was also my favourite place when I was growing up', he added.
I turned back, trying to calm my racing heart. Why did he have that effect on me?
He came closer and sat beside me on the sand, throwing rocks into the flowing stream.
I looked at him, when I felt I was calmer. 'Christopher, why will you not leave me alone?' It seems to me that you are tailing me!' I said, looking at him with narrowed eyes.
He looked at me for a while and smiled.'You know the answer to that. You are my mate and I feel the mate bond pulling me closer and closer to you everytime', he said, looking away into space. 'I can't even fight it. I would have tried to because my brother is also mated to you but I just can't and I don't want to either because I want you for myself. I want you desperately. I have never felt this way for anyone before'.
I understood what he was saying but all he was talking about was want and mating, I had thought he would say something like...
'Too bad, because I do not feel the same way!' I said and jumped to my feet, wanting to leave him there.
'Oh, but you do. Should I show you?' he asked, standing as well. Before I knew what was happening, he had me in his arms. He was really fast. As soon as our bodies touched, all I wanted to do was melt into him. No! I could not succumb to this. I have to fight. I cannot be weak! I balled my hands into fists, and hit him, trying to fight my way out of his arms but he held on tighter and my half - hearted resistance soon ceased and my hands flayed out on his chest as his lips caught mine in a gentle kiss. He gave me another short hot kiss and kept giving me short hot kisses that were proving devastating to my senses and soon, I was responding, my hand going round his neck and a tiny moan of pleasure escaped me. He groaned at my capitulation and deepened the kiss. Our heads turning this way and that as we kissed, our tongues playing with each other in our mouths and our lips were not spared in the duel. My body felt all tingly. His hand crept to the back of my head to draw me closer as we kissed while the other pulled my waist closer to his groin. I could feel his arousal and it excited me. As his hands became more frenzied, I felt it was time to break this embrace but my body would not stop touching him nor would my lips stop kissing him back. His mouth moved to my neck and found a very sensitive spot which he kissed, his warm breath fanning my heated body. 'Ohhh...'
How it happened, I cannot really tell but I found myself on the grass beside the stream, with Christopher beside me, still kissing, his hands working furiously as he unbuttoned by shirt. He was not patient with the rest of the buttons that were proving too difficult to unbutton by his impatient hands and he tore the shirt off, buttons flying in all directions. I had no bra on and upon gazing on my bare breasts, with a growl, he brought down his head on one, pulling one nipple up into his mouth. The contact of his warm wet mouth around my taut nipples caused me to cry out in pleasure. I had never felt anything like it. One hand was busy kneading the other nipple and causing havoc to my senses. After a while, his mouth caught the other nipple and he gave it the same treatment and I knew I was soon going to burst into flames, I was so full and hot...
I wanted more, my hands were trembling and I unbuttoned his shirt, I wanted to touch him, I could not think except for the feeling coaxing through me. His mouth left my breasts and the cool breeze blew on them, making my nipples harden the more and making me feel bereft but his mouth was going lower, to my navel, his expert hands replacing his mouth immediately on my breasts as he continued to stroke and knead them alternatively. I was moaning, throwing my legs apart, wanting him to go lower, wanting more, wanting...
All of a sudden, he pulled away, straightening, his breathing was laboured. I opened my eyes to find him trying to control himself or that was what it seemed to me, his eyes very yellowish as I knew mine must be. He moved away from me and I cried in protest. Milly howled in disappointment and for once I agreed with her.
'What...?'
'Not this way!' he ground out. 'I want you in my bed, willing and submissive. I do not want to have to prove anything to you. We are meant for each other, you need to accept that'.
I was disappointed and angry because my body was crying in frustration because of unfulfilled desire.
'You say you want me and that we are meant to be together, yet you stab me in the back!' I said, rising to my feet as well, pulling my shirt about me, and buttoning up as best as I could with the buttons that were still intact. The reason for the missing ones brought a blush to my face.
'How so?' he asked, puzzled.
'Sylvester and Cathania were making out in your room, were you not the one who said they could use the privacy of your room?' I spat out.
'Oh, that!' he said, smiling. 'Don't tell me you got angry when you saw them. Were you jealous?' he asked.
I kept quiet. 'How can you be jealous when I did it for us?' he asked.
'You mean, you did it for yourself?' I countered. 'You encouraged your brother to cheat on me and you say you did it for me?' I shouted.
'Okay, listen... you don't have to shout', he said, hands raised towards me, moving up and down slowly, in a calming gesture. 'Cathania came in when we were having a conversation about you know what...'
'I don't!'
'Well, we were discussing about the mate issue and things got out of hand as she decided she must have Sylvester. I told them they were love birds and that I would give them their privacy. Will it not solve our problems if he chooses Cathania all over and I have you solely to myself?' he asked.
I looked at him and shook my head. By now I had made the shirt look decent enough, tying up the lower part that had the loose buttons and it looked good tied up that way with my jean trousers. Without another word, I walked away, leaving him staring after me in bemusement.
