Captive Luna

I'm Leaving on a Jet Plane

    Bailey sighed. He needed to pack for the weekend, The Gathering was approaching so quickly. It was Thursday and they were leaving the next day. He had spent time with Claude, but he was hesitant to go in case he actually did find his mate. What if he didn’t feel that he could leave his fated mate? What would happen to Claude? Is he going to sleep with his mate? Does that make him a man-w***e if he sleeps with his mate after spending his last night before The Gathering with Claude?

    His anxiety was kicking in at full speed. He gathered his clothes that he planned to wear for the weekend. He had to pick the more trendy ones that he owned since Manhattan was a hotbed for trendy people. He didn’t want to look out of place. He wanted to blend in so that he wouldn’t stand out. Maybe that will help make his mate reject him. That’s all he wanted so that he could be with Claude.

    His sweet, sweet, and hugely pregnant second chance mate. He had been worrying if he was hurting her pup during s*x. Claude was laughing at the absurdity of it. 

    “You’re hung, but not enough to get through my cervix and poke the baby!” She had laughed. He felt embarrassed that he had even thought that. He wasn’t insecure in the size of his manhood; he was quite well endowed. But hearing her laugh when referring to the size of his member still hurt his feelings a little bit. He remembered pulling it out from his pants and stroking it in front of her to remind her of just how well endowed he was. She had sucked him off promptly before he bent her over and f****d her senseless. That taught her not to laugh.

    He smirked at the memory. Claude was all he wanted. He wanted to bury himself inside her all day. He couldn’t wait to get the whole ‘finding-his-fated-mate’ thing over. He wanted to start his life with Claude, and he planned to ask her to marry him after the rejection happened, whenever that was supposed to. He hoped he could get it over with as soon as possible.

        “So, are you ready?” Daniel asked as he waltzed into Bailey’s room.

    “Did I forget to lock the door again?” he asked Daniel dryly. He pulled out his suit and checked it over in case he needed to replace it. It was a black three-piece. He planned to get a new shirt to go with it.

    “You should come with me,” he told Daniel. “Sandra just might come.”

    Daniel thought about it. He didn’t know how he felt about Bernadette but he knew regardless, he should look for Sandra first anyway on the off chance that Bernadette was his second chance mate.

    “I might…” he trailed off. “I have to talk to Alpha first, though. I already told him that I believe I found my mate.”

    “I’m sure he’ll listen,” Bailey offered as he dusted off his suit. “He might even tell you to come just so that you can try and find her.”

    “Yeah, I’ll go talk to him,” Daniel sighed. “How’s our pregnant one?”

    “You mean my pregnant one,” he laughed. “She’s okay. Due at any moment. I hope she doesn’t go into labour while I’m gone…”

    “I’m sure she’ll be okay for two days,” Daniel said reassuringly as he helped fold some of Bailey’s clothes. “You know, you could fit more in here if you just folded your stuff properly.”

    “I know,” he replied, smirking. “But what’s the fun in folding it properly. They have a steamer there anyway.”

    “True,” Daniel agreed. He rolled up one of Bailey’s shirts and shoved it into Bailey’s gym bag. “Alright, I’m going to see if Alpha has a moment.”

    “Cool,” Bailey said, zipping up his bag. “I’m going to get some dinner for Claude and head down to see her.”

    “You really think she’s okay down there?” Daniel asked, glancing at Bailey briefly. Daniel felt that letting Claude, who had swiftly become one of his best friends, stay in the cell was disturbing.

    “I don’t know,” Bailey said, his voice strained. He hated thinking she wanted to be a prisoner. “I’ve asked her so many times to come with me and talk to Xan. She refuses to.”

    “Keep trying,” Daniel said, patting Bailey on his back. “She’ll have to come around eventually.”

    “You’d think,” he sighed. “It’s been nearly 5 months and she still won’t agree to.”

    “She can’t raise a pup down there,” Daniel said matter-of-factly. “It’s akin to putting a dog in a kennel at all times.”

    “Basically,” Bailey agreed. “Hopefully, she’ll give in at some point.”

    “Yeah, good luck with that, man,” he laughed. “Tell her I’m coming by in the morning to watch KUWTK with her. And remind her she isn’t allowed to watch the next epi without me.”

    “Epi?” Bailey looked at him questioningly.

    “Episode, dude, you need a class in urban lingo!” Daniel said mockingly. “You’re acting like you’re 50.”

    “Bugger off, asshole,” Bailey said, shooing him out of his room. “Not everything needs to be shortened.”

    Daniel laughed as he left Bailey’s. He hoped Alpha would allow him to come with them to The Gathering.

                                                                                   *****

     “Come in,” she said. She was laying on her bed, unable to shift to be more comfortable. It was a mission and a half just to flip onto her side. Her pup had grown significantly in the past few weeks. She was sure the baby would tear her stomach soon.

    “Hi beautiful,” Bailey said as he closed the door. He set dinner on the table and went to kiss her hello.     “Dinner’s here.”

    “Babe,” she smiled as she looked up at him. She rubbed her belly tenderly. “Can you bring it here? I can’t see to get up right now.”

    “Of course,” he smiled. He picked up the bag and returned to her bed. He took out her food which consisted of Portuguese chicken, mash, and mixed veggies. She smiled as she tried to take the food from him. He shook his head. “No, I will feed you and my pup.”

    She smiled. She loved when he referred to her pup as his, even though it definitely wasn’t. She often thought that it must be weird that she’s pregnant with her ex-mate’s child, who used to r**e and abuse her on a regular basis. She knew that what happened to her was not okay, but Bailey she felt, was trustworthy and loved her.

    “Beauty,” he began as he spooned a mouthful of mashed potatoes into her mouth. “I’m leaving tomorrow for The Gathering. Will you be okay?”

    “Yes,” she nodded. “I’m sure Daniel will keep me company.”

    “Oh, about that,” Bailey interrupted. “Daniel might be coming with me. If Alpha lets him.”

    “Oh, okay,” she said, dropping her gaze. She had hoped one of them would stay with her.

    “I’ll be dropping off food tomorrow, and I’ll ask Dr. Brennan to come and check up on you and bring you food if needed,” Bailey said, tilting her chin up to look at him. “I’ll be back Sunday evening.”

    “O-Okay,” she mumbled. She didn’t want him to go, but she knew it was for the best. He needed to find his mate and let the rejection happen before they could plan their life together. She was considering asking him if he would leave the pack with her, to a secluded area and live as rogues. She knew it was a long shot, but she figured it was worth a shot.

    “Baby,” he breathed, inhaling her scent. “I promise, I’ll be back soon.”

    “I’ll just miss you is all,” she whispered. Just then, she felt the baby kick. Bailey must have as well because he smiled and put his hands on their pup. Their pup was very active just then, punching and kicking its approval in their pairing.

    “You have to promise to call me if something happens,” Bailey told her. He picked up her food and began to feed her again, in comfortable silence.

    “Babe,” she said in between bites. “Would you ever leave here?”

    He paused as he thought. He fed her another bite before responding. He had thought this through.

    “If being with you meant I had to leave here, I would,” he answered softly as he fed her. “It would suck for me because I have been here my entire life. It would be hard to leave but I would absolutely leave if it meant being with you.”

    “Oh, okay,” she said thoughtfully. It was at that moment she knew. She had reservations about the whole Second Chance Mate, because she was still iffy on whether the lack of sparks meant anything. This man would follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked him to, and that was something she simply couldn’t ignore any longer.

    “Why, do you plan to ask me to run away with you?” He Joked. “You’d have to ask me though.”

    She laughed as she swatted his arm. “I don’t know what I plan to do once the baby is born.”

    “Well, you can’t leave me,” Bailey breathed as he enveloped her small frame into his much larger one. “End game, remember?”

    “End game,” she repeated grinning.

    He was almost finished feeding her. She could feed herself, but where was the fun in that? Ladies, if a perfectly sculpted man ever comes up to you, professes his love for you, and wants to feed you, just let him.

    “Daniel’s coming tomorrow to watch an episode of KUWTK with you,” Bailey told her as he put away the remnants of her dinner. “He might be coming with me this weekend, to see if he can find Sandra.”

    “What time?” She asked, sitting on her bed. “I don’t want him to come and I’m still sleeping.”

    “Well, we’re leaving about 1:30 so he’ll probably be in about ten or so,” he replied. “I’ll come and bring you lunch.”

    She sighed. She hadn’t been totally alone in months. Back at her old pack, she had retreated to her quarters on her own accord. This time, she was being left alone, which she wasn’t sure she liked. Most women in general wouldn’t be so open and so soon, to be with another after what she had experienced. There must be some ring of truth in the Second Chance Mate thing. There was no other explanation. She just knew that she loved this man.

    “What are you thinking, baby?” He asked as he slid into her bed next to her. He began gently rubbing her back, kissing her shoulder.

    “About you,” she said, her cheeks flushed.

    “Mmmm?” he was kissing the back of her neck. That was her hot spot. The spot that made her juices flow. “What about me?”

    “Just how much I like you and value you,” she said, taking a sharp intake of breath.

    “Oh,” he smiled into the crook of her neck. He licked her marking spot. There were faint traces of her previous mark, which made him happier. It meant that her bond with her ex-mate was slowly, but surely, growing weaker with time. “You only like me?”

    “People use the word love a lot,” she said explained as she focused on his lips. He had gently laid her down, and he was trailing his lips along her collarbone. “I say that I love reality TV. Daniel says he loves Kim K even though he’s never set eyes on her. So, if I tell you, I really like you, it means that much more than love.”

    He looked up at her in awe. He understood what she meant. People, in general, will squeal that they love things and people, even people they had never met. His own mother loved Jason Momoa, though the burly wolf was taken by a human called Lisa. But not many people said that they liked things enough.

    “I really, really like you, Claude,” he breathed as he slipped her breast out from her bra.

    She felt a pang of guilt. She decided at that moment that she would tell him when the time was right. She wasn’t lying about outright. But the omission of truths is on the same caliber of lying. Claude was very much like her, though Claude was more outspoken than she was.

    He gently rolled her n****e between his thumb and forefinger. She felt the familiar ache between her thighs. He took her n****e into his mouth, and she moaned in delight.

    “Do you want me?” he whispered gruffly as he massaged her breast. She nodded, unable to focus on anything else other than the pleasure he was bringing her with his hands on her breasts. “Use your words, little girl.”

    “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I want you.”

    “Will you be a good little girl for me?” he asked as his hand trailed down and hovered around her womanhood. He traced her lips through her panties. She was wearing the lacy ones and he sighed internally. Those were his favourite.

She nodded eagerly, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Her wetness soaking her panties.

    “Words, baby girl, words,” he commanded as he slipped his fingers into her after moving her panties aside. “Tell me.”

    “Yes,” she moaned as he slowly inserted one finger inside her. She was craving more. He knew what she liked, and that one finger simply wasn’t enough for her.

    “Yes, what?” He said huskily as he licked the underside of her tit. She moaned loudly, arching her back into him. Words still continued to fail her as all she could think of, was him coming inside her.

    “Yes, what?” He repeated, his fingers moving quicker, curling up inside her and into her soft spot. She held back a loud moan. He sucked her marking spot. "Yes, what, little girl?"

    “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed. 

    He suddenly pulled away from her. Before she could open her eyes, his mouth was on her sweet, wet folds, licking her into oblivion. He inserted two of his fingers, easily finding the soft spot she so desperately needed to be attacked. He used his thumb to rub her erect nub, sending her into her orgasm. Her breathing hitched as she came into his mouth. He licked, sucked, and drank her juices as he maneuvered himself out of his pants and began stroking himself.

    She shuddered in delight as he settled himself between her legs. He pulled off his shirt and leaned over her. Her belly was big, and he kissed it, trailing up to her mouth. He kissed her with fervor as if she was the source of oxygen.

    “I love you,” he whispered into her smile.

    “I love you too, Lincoln,” she breathed.

    He slid into her suddenly, as she gasped in his thickness. He moved his hips faster, as she rocked against him. Every vein on his d**k, she felt with pleasure. He leaned back, which gave her the opportunity to reach around her belly and grab what part of him couldn’t fit inside her. She jerked it as he pounded into her until she felt the familiar swelling of her orgasm. She bit her lip and moaned loudly, as Bailey pounded into her, groaning in pleasure. She finally let herself go, as she squirted her juices all over him. He let out a last grunt as he came into her, moaning her name; his d**k pulsating as it emptied itself deep inside her.

    They fell asleep soundly.