Mates Conquer Everything, Right?
44 Hot night

Spending the day with Rose was lovely. The first thing she did after hugging me was feeling my arms. “You are getting strong!” She said, so I told her about my training routine. Joe came home a little later, and we all had tea together. Joe asked if I wanted to shoot the barrels in the back. I saw that he wanted to spend time with me, so I agreed. Igétas was constantly by my side. “Do you want to try?” Joe asked him, and he shook his head. “No, we werewolves replace guns impure.” Joe didn’t ask again and praised me for my shooting. “A little more training and we can move the barrels further away.” I look at Igétas and he nods. “I can come back in a few days.” We agreed on that, and left after dinner. Rose made my favorite, hamburgers. She is the only one who can make them so juicy and perfectly roasted at the same time. She told me that next time she would tell me her secret.

Dr. Brown was right, it was good for me to be away from the pack. I felt like I could breathe, and didn’t feel eyes constantly trained on me. It was indeed healthy for me to get off the pack’s ground. Happy and content, I sit next to Igétas, driving to “our home”, as Igétas calls it.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I’m suddenly worried he felt neglected, since I didn’t pay much attention to him today. Rose was so excited to see me and Joe had me shooting targets all afternoon.

“Of course, watching you smile all day makes me happy.” He reaches for my knee, stroking it.

“It was a nice day,” I agreed. Seeing the trees around the pack ground always fascinates me. They are so thick and seem like they’ve been standing here forever. Also, it feels a little disorienting, since every tree looks the same to me. How on earth can the werewolves navigate the forest?

After we got home, we went straight to his chambers. We are watching an action movie. Normally, I would be lying half on his chest to get some heat, but tonight I feel a little hot, so I am holding hands with him instead. He doesn’t question it.

“Did you like it?” he asks the moment the movie ends.

I blush, feeling caught because I hadn’t noticed it was finished. “Yeah, I was just a little distracted.” He smirks and hugs me.

“I know, I am too handsome for you to focus on anything else.” I smile at him and he kisses my head. The moment his lips touch me I feel a wave of heat go through my body, instead of the sparks I normally feel. Strange.

“Something wrong?” he asks, sensing my distress.

“I-I don’t know. I am not sure.” I slide away from him and he frowns.

“Are you feeling sick?” he looks at me with so much terror I can’t help but laugh.

“Getting a cold isn’t the end of the world.”

“It is, werewolves rarely get ill. Most times, when a member gets sick it is their time to die.”

I take his hand in mine “Well, it is not my time. I just feel a little hot. I’m going to take a cold shower and go to bed early.”

“Should I call Maya?”

“No, just relax, watch some TV.” I can tell he’s mindlinking someone, and I roll my eyes.

“Who did you speak to?”

“Maya, just to tell her to be on standby tomorrow, in case it is necessary.” He is so controlling and caring. I can’t get mad at him for loving me and being worried.

“Fine, don’t worry, and don’t even think about googling it.” I try to put on a serious facade, poking his chest with my finger. “If you search for something medical, you always replace yourself with deadly diseases.” I get him to promise me not to search anything, andI leave to take my shower. I set the temperature a little colder than usual, and I feel the tension releasing from my body.

I go back into the bedroom when I’m done, and replace Igétas already on his side of the bed. I tuck in next to him and quickly fall asleep.

I feel Igétas’ hands run over my body, caressing my sides with his big hands. One hand traces the valley of my breasts; I arch into his touch, wanting more. My mind goes blank for a second. He’s never touched me like this before.

I take his hand and place it on my tender nipple. My body starts to heat up and my heart drums in my chest. I get damp between my legs and I’ve never felt hornier than this moment.

“Igétas…,” I moan, “give me more.”

I quiver when his mouth kisses my neck, making a path to my shoulder and stomach. Every little kiss makes me tremble with desire and shiver with delight. Another moan escapes my lips; I am glad for his soundproofed room. The heat I feel is too much. It burns me, I need my release quickly.

“Igétas,” I can only call his name over and over. His hand is now between my legs, stroking my wet folds. For a minute I give in to the pleasure of his action. After that minute, I want more. I need more.

“Iggy,” I speak after getting no response from him. “Iggy,” I say again. I realize I never opened my eyes when the intimacy act began. I try to open them but it is harder than I thought.

I open them with force, now realizing I was asleep. I replace my own hands between my legs; I’m a little disappointed, but that’s not my main problem at the moment. My heart is still beating fast and my blankets are covered in sweat. I am so hot, never in my life have I had a fever like this. The heat is outrageous, like there is an actual fire burning me up from the inside.

I turn to my mate and don’t see him on the bed. The moon lights our room a little and I see him sitting in the corner of the room.

“Igétas, what is happening to me?” I ask, my throat hoarse.

He growls and opens his eyes to me.

They’re gold. Vasil has taken over.