Catrina

"Go safe, mother." I kiss my mother's cheeks and hold her close, letting her presence comfort me. She's old but there's not even a speck of wrinkle on her skin. Her eyes speak of her age and her sacrifices. I know that something has happened to her but I don't know. And I don't have the courage to ask her.

"You should come with us, back to Fenris's land. That's our home," she says and I seriously consider it.

"Yes, Catrina you definitely should come there. I really need a sister in my home. Fenris and Cayden's over-protectiveness is a total mood-killer," says Sierra as she pulls me aside.

I look at her questionably but she shakes her head signalling me to listen.

"Your mother will always stay yours, sister. She won't pressurize you to come home because you've found Connor. Just let go of the past and embrace your future. No one here judges you because of your womb. You are her child first, yes?" she says, smiling at me expectantly.

She's stuck a cord and tears well up in my eyes at the thought of being so emotionally transparent to her. I don't want to look like an eccentric person.

"Shh, please don't overthink. You are a new member of my family. You are always welcome at my house. It's yours as much as it is Cayden's. Promise me you'll give Connor a chance and make him grovel?" she asks making me chuckle as she paints the image of Connor grovelling on his knees.

"You do remember that you are younger than me," I say just to turn her attention from me.

She laughs loudly and then waddles to reach my ears with her belly in the way.

"It's the perks of being a leader's wife. It's exciting as well as exhausting but definitely in a good way," she says caressing her belly in round strokes as it takes a few seconds for the meaning of her innuendo to set in.

I laugh out loud at her wink and then we both giggle at our own private joke.

"I'll surely think of your offer," I say after our giggles settle down.

"We are leaving tomorrow. I can't force Fenris to stay here. He wants me to give birth in our pack lands," she whispers and I understand. I totally understand the need to be in your comfort zone while giving birth.

"No problem, I think I'll give Connor a chance but he's not even called me in the past week so I am not sure if I should approach him. Maybe he's busy with his duties? I don't know. What do you Alphas do?"

"Oh, it's just business. Fenris is a private investigator. So is Connor. They have established their own firms in the human settlements and now work from home or they visit the office there sometime. Otherwise, they are focused on killing the bad guys," she explains and I feel the blood drain from my face at her words.

"B-bad guys?"

"Yes, there is one in fact roaming in this pack itself. You know...."

"Enough, Sierra. If you don't mind, I want to steal my mate for a few minutes??" interrupts Connor and doesn't wait for Sierra to agree. I apologise for his rudeness but Sierra just shrugs and then hugs me before leaving us alone.

I look up at Connor who stands there quite awkwardly as if he's unsure. His eyes portraying that he wants to talk to me and do much more than talk. His gaze itself leaves me breathless but I squash those feelings before they surface. He takes a step forward and then stops and then looks quite uncomfortable as if he wants to go back. Does that mean that he doesn't want to get back to me?

The thought makes my heart crack. After a week's realisation, I finally am ready to give Connor a chance and he doesn't want me anymore.

"I, um, would you come out with me for some dessert?" asks Connor and I bit back my sigh of relief. This means that he wants me, right?

"Yes, sure. But don't you want to get back home?" I ask, not wanting to interrupt his work, whatever it is.

"It can wait. I want to spend time with you, if you agree, of course," he says and he sounds like a gentleman instead of his caveman attitude last week.

Letting go of my insecurities, I nod and ask him to wait for a few minutes. Grabbing my coat from the closet, I walk out of my bedroom and find it empty.

Did I just hallucinate about Connor asking me out for dessert?

Yes, I just did, I accept, sullenly, as I find no one in the hallway of the apartment, neither is he there in my kitchen. I think of getting a psychiatrist's appointment when his voice echoes behind me.

"Hey, are you ready?"

I turn to look at Connor entering out of my bedroom, more specifically my bathroom and turn pink at the realisation that he just went to the washroom and that I am definitely not hallucinating.

"Yes, I am. Shall we leave?"

"Yes, but your bathroom's windowpane is a little cracked. It looks like it was misplaced. It's not safe."

I only nod, remembering that horrific night 4 days ago when I had come home and felt that my house had an unwanted visitor.

"I don't know. I am at home just to sleep nowadays," I lie not wanting to agree that I am facing a small mental issue of hallucinations.

Surely that would push him away, yes?

"Then you should definitely take a much-needed vacation and come live with me. It will give us time to bond and think about our relationship?"

Wow! Trust Connor to wait for the right time and pounce. Here I had been thinking that he's become a little chivalrous but he was hiding his caveman inside this gentlemanly façade.

"I, um, let's finish with dessert first?"

"Sure, Solnyshko," he laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his expression softens. My breath hitches in my throat at the sight of him smiling his bright, I-am-happy smile.

Not wanting him to see my red face, I bend to put on my shoes. Once done, I look up to see Connor standing very close to me and I involuntarily take a step back. But as tenacious as I know he is, he just steps up close and wraps both of his arms on my waist, under my coat. The heat from his hands makes my core cream and I stifle the urge to lean into him.

"I missed you, Catrina."

The way my name flows from his lips, make me whimper and causes him to groan before he dips his head and devours my mouth. Literally!

I soon find myself responding, leaning up and into him to let him have his way with me. My hands curl up around his neck and dive into his thick swath of hair. I rise on my tippy toes to kiss him more fervently.

Soon, I find my back resting against the door, trapped between it and Connor and with his body deliciously rubbing over mine.

He finally let's go of my lips and I take in a lungful of air, panting. He rests his forehead against mine and cups my cheeks.

"Do you feel this? I swear I have never felt this with anyone. You rule over me, Solnyshko," he whispers, his warm breath fanning over my face and the closeness just makes me want to remove my clothes and let him make me his.

"I feel the same Connor but..."

"Shh, I understand. I am going to woo you, Cat. I am going to make you believe that you are "it" for me," he promises before kissing my forehead and then pulling me from the wall.

"Okay," I agree and we both walk hand in hand out of my house to my favourite ice cream parlour.

"Chocolate chip or vanilla?" he asks, remembering my favourites.

"Chocolate chip," I whisper knowing full well that he likes this flavour too. My knowing smile and his reciprocating broad one is my reward and I finally feel that we do have a chance of our happily-ever-after even if it's no more a fairy tale.

"So tell me about this bad guy." His brows rise feigning confusion but I don't let it go.

"The one Sierra was talking about before you purposely interrupted us," I ask, waving my spoon in front of his face before dipping it in my ice-cream and scooping out a bite for me.

Connor chuckles and I can't help but gasp as his entire face brightens up at my reprimand. He's very carefree today, I observe and it really makes me happy that he's making an effort to show me his love.

"You are irresistible, Catrina. Yes, I have bad guys in my territory but you don't need to worry about it," he says dismissively before shifting closer towards me. His fingers roam all over my neck, finally settling in a slow rhythm which has my vagina aching for him.

God! What's happening to me? Why have I turned into a horny slut?

"I can smell your arousal, baby," he whispers behind my ear and it's then I realise that he has bent his head to my eye level and has effectively trapped me in the booth.

"We are in public, Connor. Move," I whisper-shout not wanting to gather any attention even when there are all couples around us. It's late at night so our chances of being caught by any of my elderly neighbours are nil but it doesn't stop me from being nervous.

"You know I love to touch you. I can't go without touching you. I controlled myself so much during the dinner but don't tell me to stop now, not now," he whispers over my ear and his lips touch my ear with every word that falls out of his mouth.

I shiver at the feathery soft touch and close my eyes when I feel his fingers moving downwards and then caressing the sides of my breasts. His fingers are hidden under my hair and by the darkness but the idea of me doing something forbidden has me dripping down there.

"Connor, please." I moan unable to control myself anymore.

"Please what, Solnyshko? I am not going to let any of us come without your permission," he says and I gasp at his words. If anyone heard us... I might just die out of mortification.

"I won't make you come here, Cat. But I sure as hell want to stay the night," he whispers while cupping my cheek and making me look into those dark green eyes. They are filled with so much lust and love that I find myself nodding in agreement.

"Yes, Connor. Take me home, please," I hear myself whispering just before Connor's lips touch mine. I kiss him back not caring about who might see us, just feeling his soft, firm lips caressing mine and his fingers that have now slipped inside my dress and are dancing above my panties. His hot fingers push my panties aside, making contact with my skin and I gasp, clutching on to his arm and shoulder as he continues kissing me and fingering me slowly.

"Connor," I moan his name when he uses my wetness to lubricate my clit and starts stroking in a soft sure rhythm. I shiver in need as the pressure builds and builds and I finally am going to come... when he lifts his finger off and out of my dress. He pushes himself off me and I feel cold all of a sudden.

A cry of protest leaves me as I open my eyes to look at his slightly amused face.

God! I am embarrassed and humiliated at his audacity to arouse me and then leave me high and dry.

"What was that for?" I snap and I can't help but let the hurt leak into my voice. Hearing my words, Connor's face softens and he leans in to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

"I did that so you don't push me out of your house, once we reach there," he says, confidently and I know that I would've tried to push him away once I got out of this booth.

Shaking my head at the prospect of him knowing me far too well, I sigh.

"Take me home and make me come, now!" I exclaim pointing my finger in his chest. He laughs and then nods. His eyes twinkling with mischief and love. God! I want to kiss him right now but I resist, not wanting to gather any more attention to us than we already have.

"Your wish is my command,mate. Let's go," he says pulling me with him as he slides out of the booth. 

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