Fated: Alphas of the Compass

Chapter 10 - Stirring the Wind

The next day, I wake to a knock on my bedroom door. Groggily, I sit up and run a hand through my hair. "Come in," I call, knowing it would most likely be one of my friends or an omega.

Ellyana opens the door and steps in, hiding something behind her back. She grins at me and runs over, plopping onto my bed unceremoniously. "Ugh, Elly, what the hell? It has to be too early for this much energy. What time is it anyways?"

"Eight," she says, scorching up to the edge of the bed, still hiding whatever she has. "But," she begins again, dragging out the middle of the word. "If it's too early, I can let you go back to sleep. I just thought you'd like to know what one of the omegas just brought to the door from one of your mates. But oh well, I guess if you don't want it..." She starts to stand, but I grab her arm and pull her back down again.

"What did they bring?" I ask excitedly, trying to peek at what she's holding. She tries to duck around so I can't see, but I catch a glimpse of a pale yellow envelope. "What's that?" And who is it from?

She giggles and finally hands it over. On the front, my name is written out in small, neat print in the bottom right corner. I turn it over and see a wax seal with a small iridescent feather pressed into it. I lift an eyebrow, but start to open it, carefully peeling the seal away from the paper so it doesn't break.

Once the seal is off, I set it on my side table, then open the envelope. Inside is a small note, containing only a few words.

Meet me in the woods behind the pack house at 8:30.

Ellyana peeks over my shoulder and reads, squealing excitedly when she finishes. I flinch back at the sound, but can't help smiling.

"Who do you think it was?" She asks, pacing as she thinks. "I doubt it was Ronyn. He's way too stoic. Luka maybe? Elias doesn't strike me as a flower kind of guy." Then she stops her pacing and gasps, coming back to my side. "Maybe it's Emron! You two did look pretty cozy when we went out for coffee yesterday," she trails off, winking at me.

I smack her arm lightly and she gasps, but giggles. "Well?" she asks, looking at me expectantly.

"Well what?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at her. She groans, plopping back on the bed.

"Well, are you going?" she demands, exasperated. I laugh and get out of bed, heading to the massive closet at the back of my room.

"Of course I am! Now get over here and help me decide what to wear," I say, chuckling. In the closet, I look out the window to see that the morning is bright, without a cloud in the sky. Very odd for this time of year. I check the weather and see that it's supposed to be uncharacteristically warm today, so I turn back to my closet where Ellyana is studying the long shirts I have hanging up.

She pulls out a long shirt similar to what Alliya wore, this time in a soft cream color. I find a pair of leggings in a warm brown color and some darker boots to go with it. After going through all of the jewelry my mates bought for me, we settle on some dangly, feather-like teal leather earrings and a necklace with a matching pendant. A brown suede vest and teal leather belt finish the outfit, and I braid my long dark hair over my shoulder. I look out the window at the temple to see the clock.

8:00. Almost time to go. I rush from my room, quickly making a cup of coffee full of sweet hazelnut cream and sugar, and eat a warm croissant that an omega must have dropped off this morning. On my way out the door, Ellyana passes me a hat that matches my suede vest, with a band that matches my earrings and belt almost perfectly. I give her a grateful look, then head out the door.

The woods outside the pack house are dim in the morning light, the dense trees only letting so much sun through. I shiver as I step into the shaded forest, watching my steps so I don't trip as I head in deeper. After a moment of walking, I hear a snap behind me and turn quickly, seeing a large, tan wolf sitting quietly with it's head c****d. I look into it's eyes, seeing a pure blue. Emron.

The wolf nods it's large head, and it confirms my suspicion. You can hear my thoughts, can't you? It nods again, this time answering in my mind.

Yes, I can little mate. Does that bother you? He questions, and I can almost see the wolf smile, so I know he's only playing.

"Not particularly," I respond out loud. "It's definitely going to take some getting used to. But why can we hear each other's thoughts? Can my other mates hear what we were saying?"

He shakes his head. Then, he turns and walks behind a large tree. Let me change. It will be easier to talk then. After a moment, Emron steps out from behind the tree, wearing the leather jacket from yesterday and a slim pair of dark blue jeans with stylish combat boots. He leans against the tree, letting me study him.

Finally he breaks the silence. "We can hear each other's thoughts, occasionally, because we are fated mates. That's no small thing. Whether or not your other mates can hear what we say to each other, I'm not sure. It may be that they can, but only when in close proximity. I've never heard of any female having multiple mates, so I don't think anyone knows what's possible and what isn't," he says, and it strikes me how much he's thought about this.

"We could always experiment," I say, shrugging. "There's no harm in it. And anyways," I pause, a slow, sly smile spreading across my lips. This could be a fun development. I quirk an eyebrow up at him as I think back to my daydream yesterday. Ronyn and Emron's mouths slowly work their way down my neck as their hands glide up my thighs. Their teeth scrape against my throat as Emron reaches the apex of my thighs while Ronyn slowly moves his hand up to cup one of my breasts.

I see Emron's ears and cheeks go bright red as he sputters and I chuckle. He growls lowly when he realizes I'm teasing him and starts to move closer, but I put a hand up and grin. "Let's make this a little more fun. I'll run, and you see how far I get before you can't hear my thoughts anymore. Then you can chase. Deal?" I ask, and I can see his eyes start to darken with a slightly animalistic desire, making a small tingle goes down my spine in anticipation.

I start moving farther into the forest as I continue thinking of him and Ronyn until I hear his voice in my head. Get him out of your head. It's my time with you, and I don't want him near it. I can hear the possessive growl in his thoughts, and I grin. I begin thinking of only him. That's better.

His hands spread my legs further apart, then he returns to rubbing his fingers against me. His mouth moves down my neck and across my collarbone before he uses his free hand to move my shirt to the side, exposing my breast to the air. He growls approvingly and his lips continue down over the pointed tips of my breasts.

My provocative daydream continues until I can no longer see Emron standing against the tree. I keep moving, sending provocative throughts his way until one hits me. Emron sits on his knees before me, the dress made of starlight gathered around my hips as he slowly lowers his mouth to meet my lips — the ones he was playing with in my thoughts earlier — and I fist a hand in his hair. In his thoughts, I'm as good as a goddess. My hair shining in the light, my breasts and hips curving perfectly, and my mouth parted in a pleasure filled sigh.

The vision is so vivid I have to stop, nearly moaning out loud. I look around and slowly lean back against a tree and push my hands into my leggings. I sigh as my fingers touch the wetness pooling between my legs, and my other hand reaches for my breast, pulling it out of my bralette and tugging the now sharpening point. I hold in my moans as I continue to think about Emron, adding onto the thoughts he sent me. After a few moments, I'm panting and so, so deliciously close. Then, before I have a chance to react, my hands are pulled away from my body and pinned above my head.

I open my eyes and see Emron standing there, panting as hard as I was. His eyes are wild, and I feel him press his steel hard c**k against me. I groan and his eyes roll back for a moment. "One word, little mate, and I'll stop before we begin. But once I start, I don't know if I'll be able to. One word, and we can just go for a walk through these woods. But otherwise," he pants, leaning down to whisper huskily in my ear, "I'm going to spread those legs and let you feel what I was showing you earlier. It's exactly what I've been doing to do since I first saw you."

He leans down and starts kissing up my neck, and my breaths start coming in short pants. I move my hand into his hair and groan as he nips at my throat. "God's, don't stop," I manage, and he growls. His hands immediately plunge into my hair and bring my mouth to his in a searing kiss, and my mind goes blank except for him. His scent, his touch, his taste. Him.

Emron slowly pushes his hand up to my breast, rubbing his thumb across the pointed tip, and I gasp. He chuckles darkly and begins kissing down from my mouth to my neck, then down my breast before running his tongue slowly around my n****e. I moan again, pulling his mouth harder against my breast, and he growls approvingly. His hand begins moving down into my leggings, spreading my legs. He coats his long fingers in my wetness before pushing one slowly inside. I moan louder and buck against his hand, needing more friction. He obliges, rubbing his palm against my c**t as he thrusts his finger in and out. "More," I manage to grunt out, and he obliges. He slides a second finger inside easily, and I gasp as he quickly works me.

My breathing becomes more ragged as I get closer and closer to the edge. Emron works me to the very brink of my orgasm, and then stops to tease my n*****s with his tongue. I groan and push my hands into his hair, making him look into my eyes. "Let. Me. Come," I command, pushing my hips against his hand still inside my leggings. He growls approvingly before pushing his fingers back inside and working me into a frenzy once again. This time when I get to the brink of my orgasm, he doesn't hold back. With a loud cry, I come, relishing the way his mouth feels on my breast as my climax pulses through me.

Emron holds me for what feels like an eternity afterwards. "Good girl," he whispers, kissing the top of my head lightly. I shiver in pleasure, enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. As I release a deep sigh of contentment, I hear a small feminine voice in the back of my mind. Finally, you're unlocking my cage.