Book2 Chapter17
I watch as that beautiful smile fades on her lips, as her shoulders tuck in, as her head bends forward and her hair falls to the side of her
face, shielding her from everyone’s stare. I can see her tears dripping down one by one, landing on her thighs, soaking spots like random raindrops on the ground.
I can see her hands going underneath her thighs. For a moment, I see nails that are bitten down so badly they look like they bleed from
being mauled constantly. Her shoulders shake as she quietly tries to cry without sound. Getting up slowly, I watch her not make eye contact with anyone. Instead she whispers, “Thank you for dinner.” Her words come out painfully to Luna Grace before she turns around and walks very slowly toward the stairs to her sanctuary.
“I’m going to the basement.” Cash pushes his chair away, getting up without finishing his food. Is his stomach as upset as hers?
Usually, when mates get the news they are expecting twins, it’s a celebration, such a rare blessing they have been given by the moon
herself.
I watch as Cash heads to a door that I can only imagine leads to the basement. We all finish our meal in silence until a chime of the doorbell rings.
Caleb gets up with liquid grace, voices of females and males getting louder, all carrying bags of drinks, all waving their hellos before being ushered downstairs. Carson looks sheepishly shy as a female touches his shaved head on the way down, letting her fingers linger across his temples, down his jawline before pulling away. He blushes and puts his hands in his pockets.
Crane looks on as if he’s going to be helping himself to the dessert table.
Luna Grace grabs Caleb by the jaw hard, bringing her son toward her face.
“Behave, understand?“:
“Yes.” He gives her the answer she wants to hear. “Rya, Dallas, come down later on.”
“I don’t think that Rya would want any part of your den of sin.” The way she says it sounds like she’s been putting up with it a long time. She’s not surprised with anything anymore that her males can do. I wonder how hard it is to raise five males.
“Rya, let’s go upstairs.” Dallas rises, helping me up.
Walking up the steps, I smell fresh paint coming from Kennedy’s room. Her door is open. I can’t help but pretend to use the bathroom to see inside her room. Coming out of the bathroom, I see her sitting cross–legged on the floor. Her canvas is the wall, painting a mural masterpiece. Meticulous in detail, a scene of pack wolves playing, lying around in the depths of the forest. I never knew she was an artist.
It’s paralyzingly beautiful.
“This is really good,” I say outside her door. She doesn’t turn around, only concentrating on every arch and sweep of her brush. It’s amazing that she can make this out of a blankslate.
“When I was younger, I was accepted into the art program at the university. I never went. I should have.” That’s all she says to me, continuing on with her task.
I walk into my room, and Dallas is there sitting on the bed, looking at the crumpled papers in his hands. A look of melancholy on his face, his smile not as bright, but he’s still smiling.
“Let’s get you washed up first, then let me explain all this to you, all right?”
He places the papers on the desk, and I wonder if this is the first time he hasn’t crumpled them back up into little balls.
“I’m going to wash you, Rya. Is that okay?” He’s closed the bathroom door, water being turned on. I’m in front of the mirror, watching my reflection as a nail cuts easily through my sports bra. He takes it off of me. It lies ruined, on the floor.
The next are my yoga pants and underwear. He crouches down so when he does pull the material down, his nose is placed perfectly between my legs. He is smelling me. Inhaling, he gives a little growl of pleasure.
Standing behind me, I see him looking at me in the mirror, his eyes on every inch of me. He unzips, unbuttons his jeans. With just a slight pull, they fall to his feet. His sweater comes off next. Exposing those rounded shoulders, his bare chest pressed into my back.
Skin on skin is the most intimate of touches.
Book 2 Chapter17
The bath is small,but he makes it work, positioning his body in such a way that I can lay between his legs. He removes my sling, putting it to the side,making sure the pins don’t get wet.
“Dallas, can I ask you something?” He’s kissing the back of my neck, pulling the flesh into his mouth.
“Ask me anything,” he says while sliding his tongue along my collarbone.
“I want you to mark me.” As soon as my words are out of my mouth, my phone starts ringing until it goes to voice mail.
Book2 Chapter17
