The Broken Werewolves: The Guardian (LBGT+)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

The Kiss

"Okay, where should I sleep?" Léandre asks as he yawns, stretching his body as he cranes his neck to the left and right. His hair is now tousled, stilled gelled up but messy. Damien takes a step forward and Léandre eyes him suspiciously, as if Damien is about to do something bad on him. Damien just chuckles.

I sigh, looking over my shoulder to see the moon glinting brightly across the sky, indicating that the night is deep. "Damien, please lead Léandre to his room. Accommodate him. Let's call it a night. Léandre, I hope angels do not lie and break vows because I'm going to need you to stay here until tomorrow. We still need to questions you but since everyone's tired, let's just do it tomorrow."

Léandre huffs, crossing lean arms across his hard chest and looking away with sass. Damien's eyes are full of mischief as well as the smile that is tugged on his lips. I shake my head in amusement and turn on my heels, deciding to leave them alone. If Damien's mate is Léandre, then Damien will take good care of him. I don't know much about Damien, but he's really a great warrior in our pack. At a young age, he has achieved a lot of things. Considering he's only 22 years old, older than me, he has achieved the title of a Great Warrior when he was 18 years old. Damien keeps proving his worth to us everyday. Damien has a lot of tattoos on his arms and chest, which stands out good on him and I believe every tattoo has a special meaning for him. We don't question him much about his tattoos.

Walking through the trimmed grass, the chilly air wraps around me, making me shiver as the wind blows, the rustling of the trees can be heard in the distance, making a melancholy music for me. I head inside the house, where Dave/Peitho is staying for awhile. When I reach his room, Dave or Peitho is sleeping peacefully on his bed, hands and legs sprawled out and the duvet is slightly placed on top of his leg, but most of it is placed on the ground. His lips are slightly parted, chest heaving up and down softly. His hair is disheveled from rolling around the bed, I guess. Nonetheless, he still looks cute and adorable, even when he sleeps.

The room is just small, with few things inside. There are two windows with closed curtains near the bed. A small basket is placed at the far end of the car, beside it a door that leads to the small bathroom. There is a small four-stories drawer beside the bed; drawers for clothes. The walls are painted brown, polished. The place is eerily quiet, though the sound of Dave's/Peitho's soft breathing can be heard. I walk over his bed, sitting down. I sink down on the bed and watch him sleep peacefully.

Running my fingers across his hair as he sleeps, it surprises me how soft his hair is. My heart clenches, knowing that Dave is still there, unconscious and still recovering from what happened. If I had just been faster, I could have prevented this. Dave would have been safe. There were times that I had thought that Dave was no good for me, that I didn't deserve Dave, but f**k it, Dave's my mate and I was going to be selfish. My palm travels to his cheek, thumb rubbing all over it and I smile as he groans in his sleep, pouting. Leaning down, I slowly and softly place my lips on his and butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach, electricity coursing through me, as if I'm being struck with lightning again and again as the kiss lasts longer than intended.

His eyes flutter open for a moment and I pull away, watching as his eyes come to life and stare at me. Peitho breathes out, pushing himself up with his elbow to support him. He looks at me curiously, tilting his head and I give him a sad smile.

"Did I wake you up?" I ask in almost a whisper, but he hears it. He shakes his head in an adorable way. For a moment, I thought that he would be offended just because I kissed him. After all, he said that he had a girl mate and I'm a guy; a man just like him. "You should rest. I'll leave."

As I'm about to stand up, his hand shots to my arm and I look at him, arching a brow. Peitho shakes his head and I sit down again, confusion drawn all over my face. "Please, do not leave. Dave. He is going to be awake, I can feel him. He is... he is murmuring."

My eyes widen, heart beating so fast. I lean forward, making Peitho uncomfortable as he scratches his cheek. He smiles awkwardly at me and I grin. Peitho opens his mouth, as if he's going to say something but then he shuts his mouth again, pouting and glaring at the wall. I chuckle at his childishness, which makes him pout even more. I just want to kiss him again.

"Um," Peitho begins, laughing lowly and awkwardly. "Since you are Dave's mate, um, well... you see, uh, if... what? Oh, yeah, since you are Dave's mate, you can, um..."

I burst out laughing, his cheeks flushing as he watches me laugh. "So you're asking if I can sleep here since I'm Dave's mate; to help him recover fast?" I finish the thought for him and he nods meekly. He blushes crimson red, lying down on the bed, picking up the duvet that's almost on the floor and he hides himself through the thick fabric. I laugh, shaking my head. If Dave's beginning to be conscious, then I must stay here for his fast recovery.

Without him knowing, I take off my shirt, throwing it on the ground as well as my pants, leaving myself in my boxers. I run my fingers across my hair, lifting the duvet up and making myself comfortable on the bed with Peitho beside me. He tenses for a minute, but immediately relax. My arms wrap around him, which makes him tense again. I push him into me and he squeaks, squirming against my touch. I snicker, concealing a laugh.

"Good night, Peitho." I murmur, my eyes shutting softly. I barely hear him bid me good night, but I hear it, and that makes me smile. As I fall into a deep slumber, images of Dave smiling, laughing, goofing, joking, and playing around invade my head and that's when I know that I'm going to have a good sleep.

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Wide awake, the light of the sun passing through the curtained windows, giving brightness to the room. My eyes are focused on the sleeping figure of Peitho, his arms wrapped around me and his face is buried in my chest. I chuckle at the sight in front of me. I have been watching him sleep for about an hour and it feels good. It's a bit creepy, but it's not for me. You just love watching the person you have a feelings with, and when you have a feeling towards a person, all the person does is beautiful to you. Even when he sleeps, he still manages to be cute.

Leaning down, I capture his lips with mine and just like night, everything inside me bursts. Even just a peck on the lips, he makes me breathless, takes my breath away. Peitho's eyes flutter open and his eyes widen when he sees me kissing him. I hover on top of him, continuing to kiss him and my eyes shut on its own, feeling his soft lips against mine.

I grab a hold of his hand as I kiss him. What's shocking is, Peitho doesn't stop me from kissing him. In fact, when my tongue trails down his bottom lip, he moans out. I pull away, half-lidded eyes as I look at him. Peitho's cheeks are tinted with pink, and his lips are swollen from the kissing. He purses his lips, looking away but me.

"What happened?" Peitho asks, still looking away from me.

"I kissed you," I tell him, resting my forehead against his. Peitho looks at me. "You liked it, you kissed me back. Why?"

Peitho purses his lips again, looking thoughtful. Finally, he sighs and speaks. "I do not know."

I smile. "Perhaps it's because you and Dave are one? You're Dave's wolf now, and considering Dave's my mate, it could be..." It could be you're my mate as well. Shockingly, Zane agrees, yipping and jumping excitedly. "Zane, my wolf, just agreed on me. You and Dave, Zane and I, we're mates."

A look of hurt crosses his face, and Zane whines, pacing as he sees the sad expression of Peitho. He remembers his ex-mate on me. He suddenly becomes afraid of me. Probably, he's thinking that I'm going to reject him and all. Well, that's not going to happen. Dave and Peitho are my mate, and I'm not going to reject them.

"That's impossible," he says sadly. "My mate has rejected me already. There's no way for me to have a mate again."

Zane thrashes, snarling at Peitho's statement. I smile genuinely. "Then perhaps, my goal is for you to fall in love with me."