Not Gone, Just Forgotten

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Kadens POV

Waking up to an empty bed is never nice, especially when your mate was in the shower. I could imagine the water rushing down to some pretty inappropriate places, and dear Goddess did it make me hard. Needing Feyre to hurry up so I could take a cold shower, I quickly got up and started to bang on the bathroom door. 

"Feyre, hurry up I have places to be woman!"

What I didn't expect next was for the water to stop, and my mate to open the door naked and still wet. I watched as droplets slid over her smooth skin, wanting to lick them away. She raised an eyebrow at my reaction, obviously not noticing the tent in my boxers. Opening the door further, she lent against the door frame, quite amused with herself.

"Pray tell, where do you have to go this morning? After all, when I came in here you were still passed out."

But I wasn't sleepy anymore, I moved slowly towards my mate, almost like I was stalking her. Feyres eyes started to drift over my body, and once they made it to my boxers I could see her visibly gulp. By the time I had gotten close enough to touch her, I could smell her own arousal.

"I refuse to take you like this Feyre, either move out the way so I can take an extremely cold shower. Or, continue your shower and make me deal with this by myself in our room."

She moved off the doorframe, I don't know if it was to close the door or make room for me, but it was quickly answered. Her hands found their way to my boxers, pulling them down and making my erection spring back against my stomach. Whatever she had planned I'd let her do it, Goddess knows I could never go against her. 

I hadn't fully realised she had pushed me back against our bed before I ended up sitting down. She kissed me deeply, turning my brain into complete mush. Breaking our kiss, she started to kiss down my neck and onto my chest. Not fully registering what she was going to do, but I didn't care, she could do anything to me at this point and I would be putty in her hands. 

I watched on as Feyre bent down to her knees and placed her hands on my thighs, giving me a smirk as her eyes glowed. One hand moved from my thigh and wrapped around my d**k, the sensation of her hand was incredible and I jerked slightly into it. Starting to stroke me up and down, I had to lean back on my hands. This woman was making me feel so much from such a simple movement. With my mind thinking, it was brought back to reality by her licking along the tip.

"f**k!"

That was the only word I could say as she smiled and then moved her lips to surround me. She started to take me all the way, not caring about how deep she was going as her tongue continued to play around my d**k. I was bigger than she expected as she couldn't take me completely, her hand was around the base whilst her mouth covered the rest.

I couldn't contain my wolf at this point as my hands found themselves in her hair, pushing her face further towards me. Her hands were resting on my thighs as I continued to hold her, but my hips started to thrust forwards, f*****g her throat. I could feel her gag around my c**k and it sent a thrill through me, but Feyre squeezed my thighs and I knew I needed to slow down slightly. Removing my hands from her hair, she brought her head up to breath slightly but her hands continued to stroke me. They moved towards my balls as her lips found their way back around my c**k, she squeezed them and the sensation that gave me sent me over the edge.

"I'm going to come, f**k Feyre."

I tried to push her away, but she sucked harder and wouldn't move. Before I could register what was happening my release came, and Feyre swallowed all of it. Once I had finished she licked my c**k clean and sat up, smirking at me as my breathing was starting to even out. I hadn't expected to come that quickly, but this she-wolf was sending my nerves into overdrive, as well as the urge to come deep inside her.

Before she could react I had flipped her over, kissing her hard. I tasted myself on her lips and it got me hard yet again. This wolf was going to be the death of me. Her arousal was still in the air and realising I hadn't dealt with it, my hands started to make their way down to her hips.

"Not today Kaden, I took care of you. And as you put it earlier you have places to be." With that she rolled off of me and walked to the closet. Groaning I made my way into the bathroom and wished that she was in the shower with me.

Feyres POV

Trying to get changed after that was one of the hardest things I have ever done. All I wanted to do was join Kaden in the shower and let him take me however he wanted. Shaking my head I decided that probably wasn't the best idea, getting changed I made my way downstairs and headed to the gym. Needing to work out my frustrations. 

Seeing as there was no one in the gym I plugged my phone into the sound system and started to play my music. I couldn't workout unless there was either music or someone else in the gym. Starting with my stretches was easy and I made my way to the treadmill. It always started like this, I would complete my cardio first, then move onto weights, and eventually end up either with a punching bag or in the ring. 

The run was easy for me, sticking to one speed for a long distance was a dream. Not many people could find peace in such a long run, but by the time I looked down to the setting I had already complete 9km. Deciding to round out, I made it to 10 before I stepped off the machine.

The weights section was messy, whoever was in here last did not think about others coming in here, which made me immediately think of Leila. That skank who continued to try and 'get in good' with Kaden, she never did anything for herself always letting other pick up after her. Also, she was one of, if not the, most annoying people I have ever met.

Think of the devil and she will appear I guess, halfway through one of my weights sets she walked into the gym in practically nothing. I didn't understand her need for showing everything off, her shorts were halfway up her bum and the bra, it didn't look like it supported anything.

"Are you even paying attention right now?"

Being honest I hadn't realised she'd opened her mouth and said anything, I'm so used to blocking her out I guess it came naturally again.

"Sorry I'm used to blocking you out, what did you say?"

The anger flared slightly behind her eyes at my reaction, not seeming to like my tone. It couldn't exactly be helped, I mean, she is the one flirting with my mate. 

"I asked if you were going to continue to play this god awful music. It's really disrespectful for everybody else in the gym you know."

Looking around there was no one else here apart from us, and even then she had just showed up when I had been here for almost an hour. Ignoring her question I picked up my weights and restarted my set, it wasn't like I had anything to say to her anyway. 

Leila moved into the corner of the gym furthest from me and started stretching, you could see her in the mirror and honest to god, her stretches were s**t. She had no form and didn't look like she was stretching a single muscle, not that she had many muscles to begin with. It infuriated me that some of the she wolves act like this, that they are above everyone and will get away without training properly. But then again, its not me who's going to be killed by being untrained. 

I finished up my weights just as Leila had headed over, she eyed the weights I was putting back and decided to try and pick up the ones slightly heavier. I moved aside and watched as she struggled to take it out of its place, looking like she needed a good poo with all the straining she was doing.

Chuckling to myself, I moved away and headed to the punching bags. I dropped my towel and water and removed my top, it was soaked through and I didn't want it in my way potentially restricting my movements. This left me in my leggings and sports bra, I thought I was practically a nun compared to Leila. 

My punches started to sound out in the gym over my music, the thud of the bag was therapeutic almost. The rhythm was soothing for me, my routine was one I had followed for months. The bag was swaying more as I hit it harder, using the movements of the bag to think it was an enemy, stepping out of the way and coming back with a left hook. It was a dance almost, between the defender and attacker. A deadly dance. 

Grunts could be heard from across the room, interrupting my train of thought. With a quick glance I could see Leila, watching her try to lift the same weights as me was quite entertaining. She was a weaker she-wolf, her body strength was not the same as mine and if she continued it could result in injury. That didn't phase me to much, but I felt like she would spin her own story and blame her injury on myself. Which was something I really didn't want to deal with.

I unwrapped my hands after finishing on the bag, dropping the wraps in the wash basket with my towel. Just as I went to remove my phone from the sound system I could hear someone groaning, turning to look at Leila she was about to be crushed by the weights she was using for her squat. Not even thinking I rushed over to her and quickly lifted the bar of shoulders, not wanting it to break her. Placing it back on the rack I made sure she was okay, and was greeted with a look of anger and disgust. 

"I was fine, what the hell do you think you were doing!"

The outburst was not what I expected but it wasn't uncommon for her. 

"The weight was too heavy Leila, if you continued to do the squat you wouldn't have been able to get back up. Your leg muscles are not strong enough for it." Probably the nicest I have ever spoken to her.

"What makes you so sure? I was fine by myself, that weight was nothing. And if I did happen to break myself, which I knew wouldn't happen, it would be because of the distracting music you had playing. It's a gym not a club slut."

I growled lowly at this, Sierra nor myself like this disrespect. Her eyes went wide in surprise, not really expecting me to growl at her in response. I moved towards her slowly, almost like a was trapping my prey. 

"Listen closely, pup. You are weak. That weight would have probably killed you. Now I am going to leave, if you disrespect me againI will not hesitate to rip you to pieces. And that disrespect also goes to flirting with my mate, you look desperate and its honestly not a good look on you."

With that I walked out, needing to find another way to release my anger. Sierra kept sending me images of us ripping her throat or heart out, which seemed to fuel my anger more than it should. I made outside to the garden and headed to the nearest tree, pulling my arm back and slicing through the bark with my claws. I continued walking further into the woods, that was until I heard a splintering behind me. The tree I had slashed seemed to be slightly tilted, and as I looked closer it wasn't just tilted, it was falling towards me. I moved to the right as the tree landed at my feet, was that really done with one s***h? My claws weren't that long, it wasn't possible to do this.

Moving back towards the stump that is now left, I inspected it closely. The marks from my claws seemed to only scratch the surface really, but their impact was echoed through the bark. I was shocked, the power behind it was unprecedented. And it wasn't natural.