Renaissance

Episode 14

*Autry's POV*

A few weeks after Cecelia forgave me, a few things have changed in our life. We started living together in our merged new room, which was only suitable for two people. I tutored her on what the pack business was like. Once a week, Damon and Ken were briefing her about werewolf customs and our society's working mechanism. I was pleasantly surprised to see Cecelia was naturally talented in managing a business. She was asking all the right questions. And as she said, she was an outstanding student. Often I would come back from my training with the boys only to find her huddled in the tiny office portion we had in the room. Documents and books spread everywhere, and I have to drag her to bed to make sure she got her well-deserved rest. 

We haven't yet mated fully. She wanted to meet my parents first, but I needed to fulfil my mission here before returning to the pack. She understood that it wasn't an excuse to drag the meeting with parents thing. I had nothing to be afraid of, to my knowledge. 

Brother Damon linked me while I was just going over some essays.

Yes?

The research on Cecelia's pack is done. Do you want me to bring it in? He asked. I looked over at Cecelia. She was busying herself with some of the sales figures. 

Yes, we're okay. I said. 

I'll be there in a minute.

"Goddess," I called to Cecelia.

"Hmm?" She whispered without raising her head.

"Damon will bring in a report for us," I said calmly.

"What about?" She asked.

"It's about the Maya Pack." Her eyes shot up instantly.

"What about them?" She asked, biting the inside of her cheek. 

"Nothing, in particular. I just had him do some research on them." I said. 

“But why?” she pressed further, as always. I loved how she could easily see through my thoughts. 

“I thought it was odd for an Alpha to ditch his pack and press on, challenging another, and trying to have the Luna for himself.” I paused a second to find the right words. “Also, Alpha Ezekiel seemed to be on the sidelines, letting your mother rule as she wished. It didn’t look like his choice; it was like he had to, and he seemed to be hating it. I thought there should be something more… something we are oblivious about.” I tried to explain. “So I just wanted to make sure they wouldn’t be a threat to you in the future.” 

The door knocked as if on cue. 

“Come in, Damon,” Cecelia called, getting up from her seat to meet my brother halfway through. “thank you for coming.” she smiled warmly to my brother. Damon and Kenneth respected Cecelia, and Cecelia clearly adored their company. It warmed my heart every time I saw their friendly exchanges. 

“Hi, sorry for interrupting,” Damon said, returning her smile. 

“No cares, no cares,” she said. “Come and sit. I’ll bring in some tea for us all. Don’t start without me.” and quickly went to the small kitchenette Ken put together for us, she called from above her shoulder. “And call Kenneth too. He deserves to be informed as much as we do. I don’t want to leave him out of all this.” This woman! I smiled and linked Ken to come in. 

“How’re the customs lessons going?” I asked Ken. 

“Oh, she has every grace to be the perfect Luna, Autry. I can’t believe how well-taught she is!” he giggled. “I wish my mate will turn out as lovely as Cece. I love her like a sister already.” 

“Good! She will be your Luna soon.” I said matter of factly. 

“I know, and she’s gonna turn out to be some kick-ass Luna, I’m sure!” he said. 

“Who is kicking whose ass?” Cecelia asked. I didn’t realise she came, carrying a tray full of herbal tea and some snacks. I helped her put everything down on the coffee table. 

“Well, you will be kicking ass. I’m not sure whose, mine or Autry’s for sure!” Damon said with a huge grin.

“Well, I’ll do just that if you don’t stop using those slangs!” she scheduled Damon. 

“Yes, Luna!” Damon bowed with respect before her. 

“Good.” 

“I thought Damon was to be teaching you, not the other way around.” I smiled. 

“Well, your brother is not suitable to lecture me on manners when he lacks some himself.” 

“Ouch, Luna.” we all laughed. When Ken also came in, we were all ready. I couldn’t stop the nervous beatings of my heart. I had a bad feeling about this report.

“So, Autry and I made some research on the Maya Pack, realising there were some -” he continued after an uneasy pause “odd occurrences regarding the Maya Pack and Cece and Autry’s mate bond.” he started explaining. 

“What is so odd about our bond?” Cecelia asked. 

“Well, normally, you have to have s*x before you can feel the other’s feelings. Although, Autry passed out from pain the night of your first shift. It just shouldn’t be possible.” Damon elaborated. 

“And don’t forget the rogues’ tastes,” Ken added. 

“Yes, the taste was so real, it forced Autry to spit several times on his room-floor. And he never does that.” Damon said. 

“Okay, I got your point,” Cecelia confirmed. “Please resume.” 

“Right! So I found this legend about the Maya Pack, saying that their pure-blooded alphas always possess some divine gifts.” he paused to make sure we understood. “No record can be found as on what kind of gifts they possess,” he said, unable to satisfy my need for information. “But we know those gifts tend to be fearfully powerful.” 

“So what exactly is a gift?” Cecelia asked. Of course, she didn’t know what we were talking about.” 

“Some wolves have some special abilities, which were gifted to them by Moon Goddess. We call those powers “gifts”.” I tried to elaborate. 

“So you say that my mother may possess some kind of a powerful special ability?” she asked. 

“That’s what comes to my mind when I hear about this,” I said. 

“That’s not all,” Damon entered in, getting all our attention back to him. “There’s an ancient prophecy about the Maya’s,” he said. “The Princess born at the fall of the Prince of Thirteen Layers shall be blessed by the Thirteen; bringing the doom of the Risen Prince of Nine Layers. When the Fallen Prince of Thirteen Layers meets his blood, the Risen Prince of Nine Layers shall retrieve his Luna; the Princess shall rise from her agony to give birth to the Anka.” I’m sure my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. 

“What the hell does that supposed to mean?” Cecelia asked. 

“Hell, if I know… Although the prophecy goes back almost a century.” Damon answers. 

“It sounds like a riddle. It may not be about our times too.” Cecelia argued. 

“Not if the Risen Prince is your Dad,” I said. Everyone froze, looking at me. “What?” I asked. 

“No, no, no… I don’t understand half of it.” Cecelia said animatedly. 

“Well, neither do I, but prophecies are never clear, yes?” I said calmly. 

“I think Cecelia’s father couldn’t be the Risen Prince,” said Kenneth, talking for the first time that day. 

“And why do you think that?” I asked. 

“Because he wouldn’t be considered risen. He lost a battle; he could only be Fallen.” 

“And why would my Father even wish to get blood?” Cecelia asked. 

“I couldn’t know that, but you know someone who could,” Ken told the both of us. Reminding me of the note we received from our friend in the Maya Pack.

“Do you think we should call Caspian?” I asked Ken. 

“That is not my decision to make, Alpha.” I shook my head.

“I don’t ask you to decide; I ask you to give me your honest opinion, as a friend,” I said. 

“In that case, I would have called him if it was my mate who could be affected by an old prophecy,” he said solemnly. I nodded my head. 

“What do you say, my love?” I asked Cecelia. 

“Well, I’d love to talk to Caspian. I would be left in the dark if it wasn’t for him!” she said, shrugging. 

“It’s decided then, I will call him to arrange a meeting on neutral grounds,” I said. 

All three of them nodded in approval, and I went to collect my phone and his number. 

*Cecelia’s POV*

“Hello, is this Caspian?” Autry asked through the phone. 

“This is Autry Garrett, Cecelia’s mate. You wrote for us to call you if we needed anything…” he trailed off. Listening to the other side of the line. 

“Yes, we need some information. Would you mind meeting us somewhere in between your pack and mine?” he asked. 

“Yes, I know the place.” he nodded his head. “yes, we will be there, thank you for your cooperation. We will not be alone, but I wish to ask you to come alone. I couldn’t trust none from your pack but you.” he openly said. 

“Thank you, we will see you shortly.” and with that, he hung up. 

“He expects us tomorrow evening at the city called Leér. It’s five hours of drive. We will depart at noon.” he said. 

I didn’t know what to think. I was kind of panicking by that point. I watched as Autry dismissed Damon and Ken, like in a trance. 

"You are nervous," Autry said after he closed the door. I looked up at him.

"Yes, very much." 

"Fair enough," he said. "I am not calm myself either." He said. I knew already. I could feel it.

"Autry, would you hold me tonight?" I asked; I felt so drained, I needed comfort, I needed to know even if the prophecy turned out to be about me, I wouldn't be alone. Because, even though I have been alone all along, these few weeks with Autry made me addicted to him. His presence and his cooperation were so addicting, I no longer remembered how I made it alone all this time. 

"Goddess, you don't even have to ask!" he said. He picked me up, bridal style, and I buried my face into his chest, letting his scent envelop me. He took us to bed, leaning to the headboard and pulling the comforter over us. I took a deep, deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "It'll be alright, Cecelia; I promise, we will go through everything together." He said, caressing my hair which was scattered through his shoulder and arm. I closed my eyes.

"How do you always know the right thing to say?" I asked, "except for that unfortunate evening, you always say what I need to hear, and you make it seem so natural."

But, my dear, what I tell you is what I think. So it is natural. I wouldn’t ever leave your side, nor would my pack! I know for a fact that Damon or Kenneth would readily give their lives for your well being, as well as I. You are no longer alone. You now have a huge family!” he said, warming my heart. 

“Are they really going to be so welcoming if I am but a trouble-maker? Someone so oblivious to your ways? And what about that stupid prophecy?" I was continuously pulling myself down and I couldn't get out of this wheel of depression.

"Hush…" Autry called, hugging me even more, "look at me, Goddess," he whispered. I slowly looked up, repositioning myself. "You are more than capable in every way. Even if you were human, you would be capable. The Moon Goddess gave us each other for a reason, don't forget, these are your words." He said, smiling softly. "Yes, it concerns me to great extents that you may be regarded in a prophecy because those never end up friendly, but still, we will find a way to lessen any possible damage. It's not just us four; we have the support of a whole pack and a powerful one at that." He stopped to cup my cheek and put a soft peck on my lower lip, which was delicious. "And we don't even know for a fact if this prophecy is about you or not." I sighed. 

“You have a point, but I can’t help my nerves,” I said honestly. 

“I might know a way to keep your mind off of things and help your nerves,” he said nonchalantly, which piqued my interest.

“And what would that be?” I asked. 

“This,” he said, bringing my face up with both of his hands and kissing me passionately. Heavens and hells, there’s no word in existence to describe the sensations he awoke in me. I hummed with delight to his assault on my lips, returning it while my arms sneaked up to grab the roots of his hair and pull myself up even tighter to him. I felt the growl that came deep down from his chest resonate against my torso. He left my lips unattended to kiss down along my chin, causing my head to turn and open my neck expectingly. When his juicy lips and tongue contacted the sensitive skin, which supposedly was my marking spot, my whole body shuddered with pleasure. 

“Autry,” I whispered his name with a husky voice. My core was dripping by then, and I needed some kind of a release so much, it was either him pleasing me, or I needed to ask Kenneth to go for a training session with my wolf-which I didn’t prefer. Autry took the cue and turned us over so that he was now lying on top of me. 

“I love you, Cecelia,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I can love you however you please.” I was getting tired of this endless circle of being unable to give my whole to him. We made out, and we pleased each other… But I told Autry that it’d be best if we wait until I met his parents, which will take quite a long time. He was down for it, never once complained. But when I researched a little by watching some movies in the porn business, this wasn’t it. What we did was called foreplay, and I knew he desired more than just that. On some websites, it is said that an unsatisfied hard-on could even be painful for men. I knew my reasoning was proper, but I wanted him. And I wanted him now. 

“Autry. Let’s mate.” I tried to say it as decently as possible.

“What?” he asked, from where he was by now kneading and sucking my breasts. 

“I said, let’s mate.” this time, he looked at me from between my boobs. 

“We were about to do just that…” he said. 

“No, I mean, let us complete the first phase of the mating process,” I said, blushing now. “Don’t make me say it in any more detail!” I said, flustered. 

“Oh, but I’d love to hear the words spill from that innocent mouth of yours,” he said with a smirk, pushing his hand inside my panties and rubbing my c******s. I gasped at his touch. “Say it,” he said with a demanding voice.

“No,” I said, On “I can’t.”

“Say it, Cecelia,” he said. I shook my head. “Look at me,” I obeyed “, say it.” 

“I want you to f-f**k me with your delicious c**k! There! Happy?” I hid my face behind both my hands, only for them to be forcefully removed in seconds. 

“I will f**k you to the heavens and back!” he promised. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. I will properly and so lovingly endeavour your most sacred places. And then, we will belong to each other, forever!” The way he said this was so sexy. I was already ready for anything he possibly could do to me. 

“I am a virgin, so that you know,” I said. “And I have no idea how this works, except for what Bendis showed me and the few porns I watched in the name of s*x education.” 

“Just relax and let me please you, Goddess,” he said with a smirk and started working down on me. I don’t know what he was doing, but it felt so good! I knew he wanted me to look at him while he did oral s*x with me, but I couldn’t help my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He knew how to please a woman, and I didn’t want to hear how he learned this much. But heavens, did it feel fantastic. He had me a shaking mess in no time, and I reached my climax, showering him with my juices. I loved how he always so readily welcomed them and licked his lips afterwards like it was not my discharge on his face but a splash of honey. It always made me horny the instant the cramps from my first orgasm subsided, and that way, I was able to give him an oral so readily. But this time, he didn’t let me crawl upon him. Instead, he continued rubbing my c******s until he was satisfied with the amount of wetness in my core. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop, Cecelia,” he said. 

“That’s not gonna happen,” I said readily. I felt a very different kind of fullness in my v****a when he inserted a finger in me. It stretched my insides slightly, rubbing to my inner walls. 

“Ah… Autry.” I cried his name with pleasure. He kept going on with his finger, and soon, I felt as another one found its way in. “Mmmmh…” I cried to the sensation. I was giving my best not to look away from Autry’s caring eyes, which carefully elaborated my every reaction. I picked myself up and cupped both of his cheeks, forcing him to come up and kiss me, which positioned him perfectly in between my legs. “Autry, I want to feel your p***s in my v****a,” I said, very technically. 

“Say it dirtier,” he demanded. 

“I want your d**k in my pussy.” I said this time. 

“No, love, use the word.” 

“I need you to f**k me, Autry, please!” I cried with frustration. 

“This is going to hurt. Try to stay calm,” he warned me. He kissed my lips as he positioned himself between my legs, and after rubbing his d**k along my labia a few times, he entered me. I screamed at the top of my lungs. It hurt! Autry stopped dead in tracks. I tried to pull back, but he didn’t let me. “Stay. The pain is going to go,” he said, and actually, it did! I looked again into his eyes, nodding my head to tell him that it was okay and he could move. He slowly retreated and slammed back into me with more force now; my eyes rolled to the back of my head. The incredible feeling of being whole enveloped me, and I felt an indescribable power fill me. I felt like flying, although we were both lying on the bed. It felt like with every thrust of him; he was giving me more than just s*x. It was a dizzying feeling. 

“Autry…” I cried his name again.

“Cecelia, argh!” he was enjoying himself as well. As he increased his pace, I felt my whole body shake with the most intense cramps; I caught myself saying unintelligible words when he started sucking on my marking spot, making me lose myself in the waves of pleasure and reaching a climax, I felt his d**k throb in my p***y, sending me a second jolt of pleasure and made me shout his name with all the force in me. 

“AUTRY!”