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~Avia

Kit arrived a few days later, much to the dismay of everyone in the manor.

Mercifully, I haven't seen him all day, keeping to myself. However, dinner time has come around, and I've been summoned to the dining room. I wish I didn't have to see him until the moment I can kill him, but Isaiah wants to announce me as his mistress so his father won't speculate about any affection we show toward each other.

Striding into the dining room, I take my seat next to Isaiah, opposite Kit. Cherry and Zire are here, but Elise has finally departed home for a short period of time before the wedding.

"Kit, it's good to see you," I muse, forcing a tight smile upon my lips.

"You too Kenna. How is your father?" He asks, brazenly looking over me. I can feel Isaiah stiffen watching his father, but I quickly nudge his leg with my foot under the table, not wanting him to reveal his anger right now.

I summon a calm breath. "Doing well."

"Really? I heard he was sick," he muses, frowning. I can't tell if he's baiting me, or if he is genuinely concerned. He doesn't know who I truly am...He can't.

"Aside from that, of course," I murmur.

"Come, let's eat," Isaiah encourages.

For a beautiful few minutes, there's only silence as everyone eats. I want out of here as soon as possible. I don't know how long Kit intends to stay, but the longer he does, the harder it will be for me to hold myself back from saying something from him, or even from doing something to him.

"So, Isaiah, I've returned in hopes of a wedding," he says. Isaiah already knows this. Kit is saying it to get to me, to make me hear it and hurt, because he see's what is happening between his son and I, no matter how hard we try to hide it.

Isaiah sighs. "Can we not put it off?"

"Why? There is more political upheaval than ever. We need to present a unified front," he reasons. I glance at Isaiah, knowing that the rebellion he is involved in is a lot of the reason the Pack is fluctuating in their political alliance.

"I know-"

"Tell me this isn't about Kenna," Kit deadpans. I freeze, as everyone's eyes shift to me, making me flush crimson. I've always been the topic Kit wanders around, not wanting to make the connection between Isaiah and I obvious, so it's jarring hearing him bring it up like this, in such a public setting.

"No, she's my mistress, not my lover," Isaiah says slowly. I swallow uncomfortably, looking down at my half eaten food on my plate, which suddenly appears incredibly unappetising.

Kit doesn't even bother to hide his relief. "You take after me, son."

Isaiah suddenly rests his hand on my thigh, under the table. I hold back my flinch, raising a cautious brow at him, but he doesn't acknowledge it. His fingers splayed out across my bare thigh feels nice, but I can't relax, with everyone else at the table.

"So it would seem," Isaiah murmurs, hand drifting up slightly higher, disappearing under the hem of my dress. I'm tense, unable to concentrate on anything other than the way his fingers gently caress my skin in slow, purposeful passes.

"Once you are married, you will have to consider children next," Kit says. Usually that would make my stomach turn, but it's so busy fluttering from Isaiah's touch.

His fingers continue upward, brushing right up close to my panty line. I should yank his hand away, but I'm so overwhelmed by the pleasurable feeling, and so transfixed by Isaiah's neutral expression, that I can't bring myself to want to.

"So soon?"

Isaiah's frown is in such contrast to his wandering hands. Suddenly, his fingers inch upward, before delving under the fabric of my underwear, brazenly touching exactly at the centre of me.

I flinch so obviously I'm surprised no one's attention drifts to me, everyone too consumed by kit and Isaiah's conversation. One of my hands is wrapped around Isaiah's wrist, either keeping his hand against me, or getting ready to pull away, I'm not sure.

All I know is it feels good.

"Sooner the better. Which means putting your mistress to the side for awhile," Kit mutters, gaze dragging to me. I keep my expression neutral, which is almost impossible, as Isaiah's fingers move against me, slowly, but enough to have my toes curling in my shoes.

Isaiah turns his head to look at me, a subtle smirk touching his lips as he looks over me, clearly enjoying the way I struggle to keep my composure.

"If you insist, father," he breathes.

"I do insist. As good as a mistress is for an Alpha, when it comes to children, those will be reserved only for your wife," Kit explains.

It takes more skill not to smile at that, then it is to stop myself from moaning as I bite down on my lip, enjoying the way Isaiah's fingers move rhythmically, never reducing the firm pressure they inflicts on me.

"I will start organising the wedding," Isaiah offers. He's appeasing his father while his mind is on something else.

Even more satisfying then my approaching climax is Kit having no idea Isaiah and I are mates. It's a bond he can do nothing about.

"Perhaps Kenna can do it," Kit says, watching me.

I clutch the edge of the table, trying to stop myself from moving. "If necessary, I will."

He doesn't seem to notice how breathless I am, and how flushed my face must be. If he does, he's probably attributed it to shame and embarrassment. In actuality, it's because I'm being touched under this table mercilessly, Isaiah not seeming as though he plans on stopping until I'm finished.

Kit smiles triumphantly. "Good. It will keep everyone in their place."

Bowing my head, I squeeze my eyes shut, pleasure rearing up inside me to the point of shattering. There is no way I'm going to let myself go at this dinner table, not with Kit here, and everyone else.

Grabbing Isaiah's wrist, I pull it away, shoving my dress back down my legs as I get to my feet.

"Would you excuse me?" I ask breathlessly, kicking my chair out. Everyone watches me, confused, as I round the table toward the door, needing to get as far away from everyone as I possibly can.

"Don't chase that girl, Isaiah," Kit growls, as Isaiah also gets to his feet.

"Sorry father, there is business I must attend to," I hear him say, once I'm out of the room.

I wait only until the door closes behind Isaiah, before I grab the front of his shirt, and pull him to me, kissing him.

He doesn't flinch, immediately grabbing either side of my face, holding me still as he kisses me deeply. The feeling inside me hasn't diminished, and I don't want it to. I want Isaiah now, not caring less about anyone else around here.

"You are terrible, you know that?" I murmur against his lips.

"I'm not going to apologise," he responds, pulling back a bit, smiling down at me. It's not like I'm mad at him, wanting him now more than ever.

I shake my head. "Anyone could have seen."

"Come with me," he summons, grabbing my hand.

He pulls me down the hallway. Part of me expects him to take me up the stairs to either of our bedrooms, but instead, he tugs me into his office, closing the door behind him.

Backing up, I rest the backs of my thighs against the desk, smiling up at him. He watches me with a hooded gaze, as he slowly locks it. By that action alone, I know exactly what is going to happen next, and I couldn't be more excited.

"What do you want?" he breathes. He knows exactly what I want.

He approaches me, that seductive look on his face making my knees weak. Slowly, I roll back, cushioned by all the paper and documents on Isaiah's desk, that probably is important, but right now, neither of us could care less.

"Is this how you want it?" Isaiah asks, the steadiness in his tone making me smile.

He leans over me, hands on my waist as he tugs my hips closer to his own, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. I nod deliriously as he sweeps my hair back, kissing down my jaw and to my neck, my senses tingling as a result.

"Yes," I murmur, digging my hands into his silken hair, gripping it tightly, worried he may back away and leave me wanting more.

We have spent too much time wanting each other, and not being able to have each other. I don't care where it is, or how we do it, I just want him, and desperately. And I can feel how much he wants me too, pressed up against my inner thigh.

"I can take you up to my room and make it more romantic," he breathes into my ear, hands trailing down my body, dragging my dress back up my thighs.

"I want you now, here, Isaiah," I insist. I don't think I'm going to be able to make it up the stairs if he makes me.

Isaiah hooks his fingers through panties, and draws them down my thighs, keeping my dress up around waist. His eyes glaze over slightly as he looks down at my mostly bare body, and a sense of hunger overcomes him.

"You're beautiful," he breathes, leaning down to kiss my stomach.

I'm impatient, grabbing either side of his face, forcing him to look back up at me. "I want you right now."

He smirks, rearing back up. I watch him, biting my lower lip as he discards of his shirt, revealing his beautiful, muscled torso. I could eat him alive right now, spreading my legs out slightly wider. He takes his time unbuttoning his pants too, watching my reaction as they come down slightly, revealing his impressive length.

"I have wanted you, for far too long," he growls, resting his hands on either side of my face. I smile up at him, nodding. It didn't take long upon meeting Isaiah to know I wanted him in every way possible.

His lips touch mine, right as he gentle pushes into me, making my back rear up off the desk, my entire existence feeling as though it's shifting.

"You feel amazing, my love," he groans in my ear, stilling inside me for a moment. I let my nails drag down his back, releasing a long, slow breath.

I can't find the words to respond with, as he slowly starts moving. He watches me burning eyes, one of his hands moving behind my neck to hold me in place, as his speed increases. All I can bring myself to do is hold onto him, the pleasure coursing through me almost too much to handle.

Suddenly, a knock on the office door makes us both pause, even trying to quiet our rushed breathing.

"Isaiah? Your father needs to speak to you." It's Zire. Of course.

Isaiah looks down at me, and when the edge of his mouth quirks up, I know he isn't going to pull out and open the door for Zire. So instead of answering his friend back, he moves his hand from the back of my neck, to cover my mouth, the other holding my hip, while he thrusts harder.

"I'll be out soon, give me some time," he calls back out, raising a brow at me. I just clutch his wrist, the moans I can't hold back sounding muffled behind his hand.

Zire tries the door handle, cursing lowly when he finds it locked. "It's urgent."

"Yeah, well, I'm in the middle of something urgent too," Isaiah responds, sounding more and more breathless as he moves with merciless precision, his speed not decreasing, my climax rising up within me as a result.

"Your father is going to kick my ass," Zire growls, pounding more on the door. Go away, you idiot.

"If you don't leave, I'm going to kick your ass," Isaiah snaps back.

Zire curses lowly, but backs off, none-the-wiser to what is going on in this room. Once Isaiah is sure he's departed, he removes his hand from my mouth, and leans down to kiss me.

The moment our lips brush, my back bows off the desk, euphoric pleasure shattering through me.

"That's my girl," he murmurs in my ear, not slowing his pace until he too finishes, accompanying the intense amount of pleasure that still flows through me.

We don't pull away from each other for a long moment, Isaiah brushes my hair back from my face with his hands. "I can't even begin to explain how amazing you are. I love you, Avia."

Just hearing him say my true name like this makes my heart flutter. "I love you too, Isaiah."

He smiles, kissing both my cheeks. It doesn't matter what happens next. I'm truly in love with Isaiah, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

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"Tomorrow, we don't have to speak of this again." I hardly know what I'm asking. I just know I want whatever it is.

He watches me with an intensity that I know only he is capable of. "Put my hand where you want me to touch you."

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