Almost two weeks had passed since the Silver Crest Pack returned to their territory and they had pretty much returned to their former glory already—if not most definitely surpassed it, that is.
Killian had been made head of the werewolf Council, and already, plans were underway to regroup the small werewolf communities into much larger groups so they could be better protected. Not only that, but the communities had been receiving grain and aid while the plans were being drawn out, and they were also being guarded in case of emergencies like an unexpected attack.
Truly, it had been a stressful, but fruitful two weeks. So busy that Killian had barely had the time to see his mate… or even rest with her, yet alone to talk of having a quick tumble in the sheets.
The Alpha was agitated, his wolf even more so… for all he wanted was to relax with Kendra in bed, talking at least, if not doing anything else.
But with power came an even greater responsibility.
The two of them understood that very well.
But that did not mean Killian could not be irritated nevertheless.
Thankfully, today, things had slowed down a bit. He had just returned from a scouting session in one of the smaller werewolf communities, Phoenix, and he did not really have much to do for the next couple pf hours, meaning he could go and check up on his beloved mate without having anything stand in the way.
There was a skip in the Alpha’s step as he made his way towards his room, which was now undoubtedly Kendra’s as well.
Had they been in normal human society, Kendra would have still been in a separate room, even despite their numerous entanglements, but thankfully they were not.
What a huge relief.
Killian could almost feel his heart drop into his stomach in disappointment when he opened the door to their sleeping chambers only to find the room empty.
Dante had assured him that Kendra had said she was going to freshen up, but his mate was nowhere to be found.
Killian was about to leave when he heard the sound of water pouring.
The bathing chamber!
She was bathing.
The Alpha’s spirit lifted with joy as he locked the door behind him and sent an order to Dante not to disturb them for an hour through the mind link.
The bronze skinned adonis then took off his clothes in a flash and joined his mate in the bathing chamber, his speed rousing her from her relaxed state.
“You look tired,” He observed as his eyes drank in her beauty to its fill. She sat in the wooden bathtub soaking in warm water, her bountiful breasts hidden from his view, looking perfect in every way with her curls atop her head in that messy bun that his fingers always itched to unravel.
“I was, but not anymore now that you are here,” She quipped with a chuckle, her eyes flitting down to appreciate his naked glory. She seemed lost for sometime on a certain part of his anatomy, but she soon brought her gaze back to his. “Have the final papers been sent to the humans yet? Has Morgana sent a reply?”
Killian groaned loudly, walking over to join her in the tub and then pulling her to him, her soft, supple body fitting against his hard, muscled one like two right puzzle pieces. “Can we not talk about any of that for the next hour? I just want to be in here, relaxing with you. Let’s forget about the world outside for just one hour. Think you can manage that?”
Kendra’s head lifted up from its position on her mate’s chest to look at him, a mischievous smile on her face. “Of course I can.”
The two settled into a comfortable silence as Killian reached for a rose scented oil on one of the wooden stands and began to rub it tantalisingly on his most favorite part of her body. Her tits. The action caused little moans of pleasure to slip past the dark skinned she wolf’s lips.
“I’ve missed you, Ken,” Killian murmured against her ear, noticing with amusement how her little moans were quickly turning him on, making him hard and hot and throbbing against her soft ass cheeks.
“I’ve missed you too, Kill… it really has been a stressful two weeks, and—” Anything she was going to add to that was cut off by the surprised shriek she let out when Killian playfully nipped at her neck.
“W—why did you do that?” She managed to stutter.
“I thought we agreed on not talking about anything else. You were about to do just that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, wasn’t that what we— fuck,”
Kendra’s hand went behind her and she reached for the Alpha’s angry cock, caressing it to her fill, and loving the way her mate seemed to have lost all of his train of thought in the process. “You were saying?” She looked up to shoot him a victorious grin, but Killian only took the opportunity to claim her lips.
Gods, he had missed this.
He had missed her and their sexual encounters.
Truly, this was going to be one amazing hour of indulging himself in all that he had missed.
The Alpha’s left hand found her hot, wet heat, his right still continuing its wondrous assault on her perky mounds.
“Oh, Killian… I have truly missed you,” Kendra sighed, all her nerve endings high with pleasure as she herself stroked her mate’s cock.
When emotions had heightened to an outrageous, uncontrollable point, Killian scooped his mate up like she weighed nothing and thrust into her from behind in one hard, fluid motion that caused them both to groan out in pleasure.
“I can’t promise to be gentle,” He growled in her ear, but she only pushed back some more, her ass wiggling at the action, the warm water beneath them sloshing at their movements, spilling onto the bathroom floor, “And I do not want you to be gentle,” She shot back.
Perhaps it was because it had been too long, or perhaps it could have been something else entirely, but Kendra did not last long, she found that she could not even drag it on even if she wanted to—she came with such violence and such intensity that left the Alpha mesmerised.
Oh but he was nowhere near being done with her.
“This is just the beginning, Ken…” He grinned like a cat that had swallowed the fucking canary as he scooped her bridal style into his arms and stepped out of the bathtub, carrying her back to their bedroom. He dumped her recklessly on the bed, in all her wet, naked glory, no pun intended, and chuckled at the annoyed huff she let out at the action. “Why? Too rough for you?”
“If this is your best shot, then perhaps I should go back and take Tyrone up on his offer,” She shot back cheekily, laughing as she scooted back with speed, not wanting him to catch her.
“Take that back, Kendra.”
“Or what?” She chuckled again, unperturbed. The Alpha pounced on her, tickling her to no end as she writhed and groaned and laughed at his wicked ministrations, “S-stop Kill… puh-please, I take it back,” She begged, but he was unrelenting, finding that he hadn’t heard her laugh this much in quite a long time. He sighed inwardly, his wolf puffing its chest out in pride at his happy mate.
This was simply all Killian wanted?
To spend all his time, if possible, with her. It did not even have to lead to sex, even though true… that was just as equally gratifying. The Alpha truly was on cloud nine.
Until a loud throat clearing sound interrupted his thoughts, that is.
“Jeez guys, keep it PG, will you? Save your freaky shenanigans for the bedroom.” Morgana’s sing-song voice wafted into their room first, giving the two lovebirds ample time to cover themselves with their sheets before she physically appeared before them.
“Oh,” She muttered shamefully as the realisation dawned on her, “This is the bedroom.”
At this point, the Alpha was seething so hard that his eyes had turned silver in rage.
One fucking hour!
That was all he had asked for, but the fates had denied him even that.
“Morgana!” Kendra could not hide her surprise even if she tried, but she had least had her irritation tethered to a peg.
“What do you fucking want, Morgana?” Killian all but growled, every fiber of his being itching to drag the Silver Witch out of their bed chambers… but he held back—well, as best as he could, anyway. He had to hear what she had to say first after all, with the treaty they had just signed still being fresh and all of that nonsense.
“Well, I must say… I have not come here on my own volition, young Alpha, truly, it us the last place I want to be, for believe me when I tell you that I had things to do… places to be, sights to see—”
“Oh Morgana,” Kendra muttered under her breath, fearing for the old witch’s life even though she was acclaimed to be the most powerful person in all of the Axon, second only to the Gods themselves.
“Fucking get to the point already, Witch,” Killian’s growl of the command was low, but even Morgana would give him that. He truly was an intimidating beast, even though his growls and fiery eyes did nothing to intimidate her. Instead, she only shook her head in amusement, not quite as shaken as the restore Alpha wanted her to be, “Sheesh,” She smirked, something that was akin to pride shining in her eyes, “You do have quite the temper on you.”
“Morgana, you’re here because?” Kendra urged, not wanting her to go off track again.
“Right, right, right.” The young looking, white dreadlocked immortal replied. “Well, the gracious Selene sent me here actually.” She got to the point, “My mission is simple. We’re having your mateship ceremony tonight.”