Non-pillow Talk
527 Words
{Maybelle}
Scott pulls me into an office and by a lit fireplace. The office itself is pretty basic. a desk with some decently plush looking chairs, a large window looking out onto the grounds, a sofa and two lounge chairs by the fireplace with a grey rug. The walls were a grayish shade of white. I can tell immediately that this room is business only, and it calms me slightly.
"So, what did you want to talk about little pet?" He asks smoothly.
"So. I think before anything happens we have to know about each other first." I state softly sitting down in the chair and looking into the fireplace to avoid his heated gaze.
"Okay, what would you like me to know?" He moves to the other chair across from me.
I nervously clear my throat. "My parents were killed in an attack by your pack many years ago, and I want to know who is responsible. I am going to be honest in saying I grew up in both fear and hatred of you and your pack. If I am going to trust you, you need to show me why." I look over at him cautiously "Please" I add.
He seems to be lost in thought for a moment, and then he meets my gaze and Calypso howls when he finally does.
"Maybelle-"
"You can call me May, its much shorter" I say softly.
He smiles at me "Okay May. I know about the attack, but I don't know what happened that day because I was here. My father wouldn't let his precious heir into battle out of fear that I would die. I lead this pack with an iron fist yes, but I would never, ever harm you. May I promise you I will always protect you. If you'd like you may speak to anyone here about the pack life and me. I won't shelter you from knowing anything." he stares into me with so much hope that I am itching to just jump him now. Calypso is in my head fighting me for control, the dirty canine is begging me to do just that.
I swallow " Thank you" I whisper. I know I can't just simply forget everything I've been taught. But I am willing to make an effort, because I want my mate.
Scott grin ear to ear like a giant toddler " fantastic!" he exclaims, pulling me into his lap and hugging me to his still bare chest. " Now for a lighter conversation. How on earth did you kill so many of my best warriors and only get one minor injury?" he asked, bewildered.
I laugh full heartedly "I was feuled by anger and I have been in trailing from the age 13. believe it or not, my- my old pack has some amazing fighters." I state confidently, looking up at him with a smile.
"You are so beautiful. So amazing and surprising. The Goddess has truly blessed me with you as my mate " Scott says in a dazed tone, kissing me deeply.
Out of both confusion and desire, I kiss him back with just as much fever
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