Chapter 8: Worried About Her
-Brendon-
My mate seemed to be doing much better this morning. I knew sleep would help her, and she was back to being my beautiful Celeste, who was always so hungry for my touch. The moment she gave into me, she was truly insatiable. She was often the one who came to find me if she needed a moment “alone” with me, and I definitely didn’t complain. I would always be there to make her happy, and so after having scrubbed us both clean, I took her out of the bathroom and took that little string that was her panties into the bedroom.
I brought her in front of me and bent her over the bed, still dripping wet.
“What are you doing?” she chuckled, and I spanked her ass playfully, hearing her gasp.
I grabbed both her arms and tied her hands together with her panties, nothing she couldn’t easily escape from, but I knew Celeste enjoyed our games. She wanted it to be exciting, surprising, and never boring, and so I made sure to satisfy both her mind and body.
I pushed her legs further apart, then slipped down behind her, my tongue sliding over her wet skin, and she let out a long moan as she finally got what she craved.
“Yes, Brendon!” she called out, pushing back to receive more, but I kept teasing her, not targeting any particular spots, and it made her so frustrated. “Oh, come on!”
I spanked her ass again, and the sweetest little chuckle followed her gasp.
“That’s now how you get what you want, and you know it,” I reminded her before sucking a little on her clit, then pulling away.
“Please?” she said, but it came out as a question.
“You can do better than that.”
“Fine, please, my wonderful mate, can you just fuck me? I need you!” she complained, and I could hear the obvious sexual frustration that was about to become too much for her.
“That’s better,” I chuckled before I began teasing her. She needed just a little, and then she was shaking and crying into the bed, coming hard for me.
Just as she was still convulsing, I stood up again and then shoved inside her clenching channel, feeling how she still rippled around me. I began fucking her hard and deeply, pushing her into the bed and listening to her cries turning louder as I pushed her to a second orgasm.
I wasn’t far behind her, and when she was coming down, I began finding my release, coming inside her, and marking her all over as mine. She-wolves could only get pregnant in their heat, but it was definitely fun practicing with Celeste. Though I knew she wanted to wait a few years before becoming a mom, we had already had that talk.
I stroked my hand down her back, pushing away her long, dark brown hair as we recovered. My mate truly was incredible, and I couldn’t describe how happy I was when it was finally confirmed we were mates. Though I had quite a few years to make up for and prove to her that I was right for her,.
“Feeling better today?” I whispered before kissing her neck, hearing her moan, and then kissing my mark, appreciating how good it looked on her.
“I think so,” she replied, making me smile a little.
“Only think so? Then I didn’t fuck you well enough.”
She looked over her shoulder, giving me her sweetest little smile, and I leaned closer to kiss her again. But then I grew curious about last night when she said some strange things.
“Does it still feel wrong?” I asked her after seeing her lose her smile.
“I… don’t know.”
I didn’t like hearing that. I could feel Celeste was keeping something from me, and I would get it out of her, but I wanted her to feel like she could tell me because she trusted me and wanted to tell me. So I had to be patient.
“How about some breakfast?” I asked her, changing the subject, and she nodded.
I pulled out of her and untied her hands before I went to find a towel to clean her with.
“You couldn’t have come inside me in the shower?” she asked as I cleaned her up and then went to find us some clothes.
“No,” I replied as I walked into the closet at the other end.
I grabbed some clothes for the both of us, and Celeste held up what I had chosen for her.
“Do I usually dress this way?” she asked as she held up the large hoodie that was mine.
“No. I thought after everything you would want a quiet day home,” I replied.
“Oh.”
Again, my mate acted a bit funny, but I didn’t comment on it, and she began dressing in some fresh underwear, a hoodie, and sweatpants. She looked very relaxed, but I believed that was what she needed today. I myself had found some dark pants and a white shirt before I held out my hand to her. She smiled as she took it, and we walked downstairs.
“I believe the others have already eaten,” I told her. “But we can go check.”
“Let’s just eat in the kitchen,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, and we walked to the kitchen instead. She ate slowly and clearly didn’t have much appetite, which my protective instincts didn’t like.
“Celeste, is something bothering you?” I asked.
She seemed fine a moment ago, but now she would barely touch the cereal in front of her.
“No, it’s all good.”
“You know you can’t lie to me, right?” I pointed out.
She nodded. “I’m fine.”
“Say it one more time and you get bent over the bed again,” I warned, but her eyes filled with desire as if that was exactly what she wanted, but Celeste sometimes acted bratty just to get my attention, so that wasn’t strange. However, I needed her to understand that she could talk to me. She didn’t have to hide anything.
“Just tell me what is bothering you,” I insisted.
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
Celeste sighed, pushing away her food, but I grabbed it and brought it back to her, and she groaned a little.
“Eat and tell me.”
“I don’t know, Brendon. That wrong feeling I told you about, it’s back,” she admitted.
“And what does the feeling tell you?”
“I don’t know. Something just isn’t right.”
“Could you not be a bit more precise?”
“No.”
“Then you’re not making things easy for me,” I chuckled, and Celeste smiled a little sadly.
“No, not really.”
I leaned a little against the kitchen island, watching my mate play with her food because it was obvious something was disturbing her mood a lot, but I didn’t know how to help her when she could barely explain what she felt was wrong.
"Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked her. “Clear your head?”
“I think that would be nice, yes.”
She gave me her sweet smile again, but I told her she had to eat up before we could go. She complied before we left the kitchen and went to find the closest exit. Then we walked toward the woods that surrounded the pack house, where most people from the pack lived together with the alpha and luna.
“Don’t you have work to do with my brother?” she asked.
“I’m sure he will understand I have to take care of my mate.”
She smiled a little as we walked by ourselves, enjoying the quiet morning.
“I just wish I knew what was going on with me,” she murmured.
“You will feel better soon.”
“You sound so sure.”
“Yes, because I would never let you handle this alone,” I told her, wrapping my arm around her and bringing her to me.
I felt her relax against me, and I was glad that I at least didn’t feel wrong to her. She still let me touch her and take care of her, and that mattered more than I could say.