Eventually, he slid the shirt up a little bit, but there was something different about it, something that I didn’t want to think was there, but which still was. He took his time doing that, and he made sure that he touched the skin of my belly as much as possible without making it weird.

  Without making it weird? Scratch that. It was already so, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

  Then, he grabbed my arms, lifting them up. I noticed the way he was touching them, and I couldn’t quite put my finger-

  Oh, come on. I knew exactly what was going on in his mind. He was touching my arms and holding them with absolute care and love while, at the same time, being controlling and determined.

  He truly looked at me as his soul mate.

  Eventually, he finished sliding the shirt up and pulled it off me, his eyes scanning my torso. I could fold my arms over my chest again, but what would be the point? It wasn’t like it would change much, considering that he was already seeing everything.

  And what was that in the air? I asked myself, noticing the difference in his scent. Was it really telling me that he felt the same way I felt? Was he really turned on by looking at me?

  My exposed chest?

  That was dumb. There was nothing special with my chest and I was being kind to myself about it.

  “What?” I asked, hoping that it was going to bring him back to reality. For a moment, he was just really studying my chest, his fingers doing something I couldn’t quite describe. It was like he was doing everything in his power not to touch me, even though he wanted to do that so much.

  Yanric cleared his throat, trying to save face.

  “Sorry. I was just caught up by your striking looks.”

  “Shut up. Just put the shirt on me already. I’m feeling cold,” I said, being slightly truthful about that. I was indeed feeling a little cold, even though I actually didn’t want to say anything about it. I was worried that he was going to be concerned about that and consider snuggling up to me. Maybe he would even spoon me just to keep me warm, even though it would be ridiculous, even more so than everything that happened before now.

  Smiling devilishly, he replied, “yeah, don’t worry. I’m going to do that right away, boss.”

  “I’m not your boss-” I was saying the moment he grabbed my arms again, holding them up gently to not hurt me. Again, there was that softness in his touch, and I really felt that he was doing everything in his power to not hurt me. Maybe he felt bad for chasing me in the woods, but I couldn’t know that for sure.

  Just like last time, he made sure to touch me as much as he could and make it last as much as possible. His scent was changing, too, which could only mean one thing.

  Yanric really was in love with me, or at least he thought he was.

  Did that matter, though?

  “There. You already look a lot better with my shirt,” he said, rubbing that in my face. He was boasting about his victory, and it infuriated me so much. Why did he have to be doing this?

  I glanced down, not wanting to admit that the shirt kind of looked good on me, even if only slightly better than my other one. Even though it wasn’t my favorite one, it was one of the shirts I liked, and that was putting it mildly.

  “Shut up.”

  “Well, you will still have to put on the pants and the underwear I got for you.”

  “You know, since we are savages living on this island, I wonder why we have to wear anything at all.”

  He blinked twice in a row, for a moment not understanding what I meant.

  “You mean you want to walk around naked?” He asked, standing up.

  I looked to the side, my cheeks flushing beet-red. “Something like that. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to enjoy the beauties of this island without all the negative things getting in the way.”

  “You’re crazy,” he said, chuckling. He padded over to the other side of the hut, grabbing the pants. It was a pair of jeans. I knew that from the movies I’d watched, I remembered.

  Shaking my head, I said, “I don’t want to wear that right now, and it doesn’t matter how much you try to change my mind about it – it won’t work.”

  He put it back down on the small table.

  “Fine. If you don’t want to wear it, there’s nothing I can do about it. Still, I think you’re still going to be pretty smelly even with my shirt on.”

  I bit my bottom lip. I just didn’t want what would happen if he were to put the shirt on me. He would see me naked.

  “Why don’t we wait a little while longer until I can move my body more freely?” I asked, pointing out the obvious.

  “Do you really want to wait?” Yanric asked, for a moment sounding disappointed.

  I nodded. There was just really nothing else to do. No chance that Yanric was going to see me naked. At least, not this morning.

  “I just don’t want… You know,” I said under my breath, trying to hide it as much as possible. I mean, what else was I going to say? Should I say that I didn’t want him to see me naked?

  Sometimes, Yanric could be so dense, but not this time.

  His eyes cleared up. “Of course. No problem with that, at least not to me.”

  After saying that, he padded over to the entrance of the hut, pushing the flannels up.

  Then, he winked.

  He fucking winked!

  I couldn’t believe it.

  Chapter 6

  Yanric

  Coming back to the hut, I thought that I was going to find him sleeping. And, he kind of was. But he was only trying to fool me, which was silly. Wadyn wasn’t sleeping, but pretending. I mean, I’d seen the way that he threw his body the other way, rolling over on the bed.

  The bed and the mattress all came from the continent. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Wadyn was kind of right about it.

  We needed them, and it would be kind of interesting to travel over there. Still, we didn’t think that it would ever happen, considering that people there would mistreat us a lot more than sometimes it already happened here.

  “Wakey, wakey,” I joked, trying to be casual about this.

  What he thought wasn’t going to change who I was, and I was going to do everything in my power to soften his heart for me. Before he knew it, he was going to be begging to be in my arms.

  “I know you aren’t sleeping,” I insisted, but he remained doing exactly the same thing he was doing. Still with his back turned to me, the blanket covering his body, not moving at all.

  How interesting.

  He was really going to make this difficult for me, wasn’t he? I asked myself, padding over to him. Stopping behind him, I moved my hand, looking for his armpit. If there was something that I knew about Wadyn, it was that he was very ticklish.

  And I could take advantage of that.

  But just before I could touch his armpit, he spun around under the blanket, his eyes meeting me. I knew he was going to do that, so I wasn’t surprised by it. I was slightly taken aback by it, but that was unimportant right now.

  Putting my hands on my waist, I said, “I knew you were going to do it.”

  “Yeah, whatever,” he said, sitting up on the bed and I realized he was able to do that without grimacing. I wondered if that meant he was mostly healed now. If that was the case, then I had to hurry up.

  The moment he didn’t need me anymore, he would certainly leave and all the progress we were developing so far would amount to nothing.

  Sniffing the air in front of me, I said, “you still stink. Are you really sure that you don’t want to change your pants… and underwear as well?”

  His eyes widened; his surprise palpable. “I’m not going to do that! I don’t even know what you think you’re doing here. I already told you I don’t need your help anymore, plus I’m starting to feel better already.”

  “Still, not good enough to take a shower and change your clothes by yourself, right?” I asked even though it was obvious.

  Pouting and averting my gaze, he said, “you are wrong about that.”

  “No, I’m not,” I insisted, letting time pass and, this time, Wadyn didn’t say anything. He was really doing everything in his power to seem tougher than he really was, wasn’t he?

  It wasn’t that I was downplaying that or anything of the sort. After all, Wadyn was tough as nails, but I still thought that the path he was following was only hurting him.

  “There’s something about you I want to ask,” I said, feeling that we were getting more intimate, even though I could be wrong about it. Still worth a shot, anyway.

  “What about?” He asked, his eyes looking at me and the different thing about this moment was that he didn’t even try to avert his gaze. It was as though he wanted to confront me about whatever I wanted to ask him about.

  “Have you ever kissed before? Are you still… pure?” I asked.

  It was important to me. If he had already been taken by another Alpha, I would still do everything in my power to marry him and convince him that he was my fated mate, but it would be different, too.

  “What sort of question is that?” He asked, folding his arms over his chest, and this time he didn’t grimace. Good. He was really healing. My father was no scammer and he should admit that.

  “The sort of question you should answer,” I insisted, his eyes locked with mine.

  I wasn’t going to lie. This was a tense moment between us and I wondered how he was going to take it, all things considered.

  “No, I’m not going to answer that question. It’s just stupid,” he barked, turning his eyes away from mine. Still, I could tell that there was something with my question that hit him differently. He didn’t want to talk about it and that was fine, but I still wanted to hear his answer, no matter what it was.

  “Are you not?” I asked, prodding the topic a little more. After all, I wasn’t one to give up.

  “If I say I kissed another Alpha, how would you feel about it?” He asked, his eyes still looking in the other direction. I felt that no matter how much I insisted on the subject, he was going to remain stubborn about not telling me anything about it, which I hated.

  Still, Wadyn was going to come around, eventually.

  “If you did that, it would be okay. Really, there would be nothing I could say about it. After all, you already hate my gut.”

  He chuckled. “You’re right about that. You can’t believe how much I hate you.”

  “You hate me so much, but every time I step into this hut, I notice the change in your scent, and it’s pretty telling.”

  “Again, I don’t know what you’re talking about-” he insisted, but I raised my hand, cutting him off.

  Every time we talked about a difficult topic, he always said he didn’t understand what I was talking about. Come on, Wadyn wasn’t stupid.

  “Just stop saying that. It’s not helping you and it only makes you look worse. To my eyes, at least.”

  He took a deep breath, eventually saying, “do you… promise me you won’t tell anyone about it?”

  I placed my hand on my chest. “Don’t worry about it. My lips are sealed. It can be another secret between us.”

  “Alright,” he said, taking a deep breath. He thought it was going to be a bombastic revelation, but I was already suspecting that my thoughts about it were right. “I’ve never actually kissed anyone.”

  A moment of silence between us. Wadyn wasn’t even looking at me. His scent changed again, and I knew he was uncomfortable. So much so that he couldn’t help but slide down the blanket, though without showing his boner.

  I couldn’t see it, but I knew that it was there and that he wished he didn’t have to be hiding it anymore. What’s more, he probably wished he could jack off.

  To be honest, I wished I was doing that for him. Such a pity I couldn’t…

  “See?” He asked, still not looking at me. “I knew you were going to find it shameful.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t find it shameful. I actually find it cute,” I said, being careful with my words.

  “You find it cute?” Wadyn asked, finally snapping his head at me. “You’ve got to be fucking with me.”

  “Trust me. I’m not fucking with you,” I affirmed, leaning in and feeling his smell, which was stronger and more acidic this time. It made me want to take the virginity of his mouth. If only I could do that, hmm…

  A moment of silence between us, and I studied his eyes, asking myself what they were telling me right now. There were plenty of things he wanted to say, but he could only clear his throat.

  Plus, his scent kept on changing, showing me that he was thinking the same thing.

  “Err, what do you think you’re doing?” He asked, still blushing.

  “Do you want me to do something about that?” I asked, keeping my voice sexy and low.

  “About what?” He asked. The more his scent changed, the more I thought I was certain about this.

  God. My fated mate wanted me to kiss him, and I was going to do so much more than that, too.

  “About your mouth problem,” I said and he swallowed hard, not telling it to me with words, but still making it pretty obvious.

  He wanted me to make out with him.

  And it just might happen.

  The problem was, I was only going to do it if he gave me another sign that he wanted to make it happen.

  A deep breath and I knew it was going to happen.

  Chapter 7

  Wadyn

  Uhhh, what the fuck did I think I was doing? I asked myself, noticing that his lips were getting closer. If I didn’t stop this before it was too late, we would kiss for sure and… That would be the end of me.

  I mean, how else would I be able to continue saying that I didn’t like Yanric even though he was incredibly hot and persuasive. How else would he have been able to convince me he could put the shirt on me?

  His eyes blinked one last time, assessing what I was thinking, and then… I just couldn’t stop it anymore. His lips connected to mine, and I couldn’t do anything about it. His mouth was sweet and I actually found myself enjoying this so much more than I thought I would.

  What the fuck was I even doing? I asked myself, falling deeper and deeper into this moment, enjoying it a lot more than I should, and making myself look like a fool, too.

  After all, I could already see it. I could already see Yanric rubbing it in my face how much he had always been right.

  We continued to make out for what felt like an eternity and Yanric didn’t even slide his tongue between my lips – at least, not yet.

  He was enjoying this, dragging this moment out for as long as he could.

  I was breathless. For a moment, I thought that we were going to keep making out until I was suffocating.

  But that wasn’t what happened. After a moment, he broke the kiss by pulling his head back, his eyes holding me and studying my facial expression.

  I hated myself. I hated that I fell so easily into his trap without being able to do anything about it. Now, it was too late and he had all the reasons to think that all my repulsion of him was nothing more than bullshit.

  “You kiss well for an amateur,” he said, joking.

  “Shut up,” I said, folding my arms over my chest.

  “Are you going to tell me that you didn’t like it?” He asked, still smirking. And I could feel the difference in his scent. He enjoyed it, too, and probably a lot more than he should.

  What was I going to say? I felt that whatever I said, I would still find myself in the same corner, trapped.

  “I’m not going to answer that.”

  “Yes, you’re going to answer my question,” he insisted.

  Blushing, I said, “do you think we could do it again just so that I can tell that for sure?” I asked, wondering if I should do it or not.

  But I’d already said it, so there was nothing I could do to change my words.

  He chuckled, silence around us. Nothing more than that. It was so quiet that I could even hear his breathing.

  “Oh boy, I already knew you were going to say that,” he joked, connecting his lips with mine, and this time we started to make out more slowly and sensually. It wasn’t as passionate as the first kiss, probably because the novelty had already worn off.

  Just like last time, I was breathless, and I could only kick myself for brushing off this kind of experience. I didn’t kiss anyone this whole time since my teenage years because I was a mental wreck and shy as fuck.

  It was something I couldn’t do anything about.

  Growing bolder, Yanric slid his tongue between my lips, and just like last time, I was unable to do anything about it. Actually, I wanted his tongue sliding there and battling with mine for domination. It wasn’t much of a fight, though. In no time at all, he had full control of the smooch and could do anything he wanted.

  Still, Yanric was responsible and the moment he noticed I was breathless again, he pulled back, holding me with his gaze just like the first time.

  “So, what do you say?” He asked, his voice sexier than normal. “Did you like it?”

  I blushed. After all, what other reaction could I be having right now after he kissed me so tenderly?

  There was something else crossing my mind. I imagined myself not only losing the virginity of my mouth, but also something else.

  “I just want to say that it doesn’t mean anything. I was just curious.”

  “You didn’t answer my question,” he persisted, annoying me slightly about it.

  “I really don't know-” I was saying but he cut me off again, holding up his hand. Every time that I was going to say I didn’t know what he was talking about, he did that now.

  “Oh, come on. I’ve already told you that you are only lying to yourself by saying something like that. It really is pathetic.”

  “I don’t know what else to say…” I eventually let out, feeling shame.

  I mean, what else was I going to say? I asked myself, feeling stupid as much as I hated myself.

  “I think you know exactly what to say,” Yanric said, his hand going under the blanket. That was what I wanted, but I didn’t know if I was ready for it.

 

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