Word Count: 1783

~Meara

I pace back and forth in front of the bed, glowering at him.

"We need to establish rules," I tell him pointedly.

He adjusts the feather pillow, his gaze tracing my movements. "Rules...really?"

"No touching me. Whether you like it or not, I do still have a boyfriend and you're meant to be honourable," I exclaim, folding my arms over my chest.

I don't actually think I have a boyfriend anymore after our last interaction, but it still feels wrong to jump into bed with Sire so soon after that.

"Who said I'm honourable?"

"Well, I assumed your era was a little more civilised in that sense," I mumble, chewing on the edge of my fingernail.

I'm not actually sure, since I know little about what life was like for him all those years ago. To be honest, I don't think I want to know.

"I'm a powerful Alpha. I've never cared for the what others are doing at any point in time," he tells me dismissively, examining the room curiously.

I narrow my eyes. "If you want any chance of impressing me, you need to allow me to speak to my boyfriend, and once I'm single, you can take me on a date and wow me."

He sits up a little, officially intrigued. This is my best shot at quelling his revenge attempt for the time-being.

"Alright. As long as you leave this so called boyfriend of yours."

"Noted," I drawl.

Sire swings his legs off the bed, deciding he wants to investigate more of the room. I wait impatiently as he wanders around, reaching the bathroom.

He peers inside, frowning. "What is this contraption?"

"Huh?" I follow his gaze. "Oh, a shower."

He blinks, watching me as I brush past him, leaning in to turn it on. He jumps back a little as the water starts to fall.

"Like rain?"

"Basically. It's not though, like a bath," I explain, stepping back.

He stares at it for a long moment. I can't help but giggle, enjoying seeing him bewildered. There's plenty he doesn't yet understand about this world, and yet this seems to have captivated him the most.

"Do I take my clothes off?" He asks, holding his hand under the stream.

"Yes, you do." I smooth my hair back, looking between him and the shower.

"Alright then."

He grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it off before he reaches for the waistband of his hands. I yelp, backing away before he can bare himself to me in the confident way he often does.

"Woah. Let me leave the room first," I mutter, stepping out, ensuring my eyes are anywhere but on him.

He opens the shower door, motioning inside.

"You can fit in here."

I roll my eyes, glaring at him, keeping my eyes on his. He has a mischevious glint in them, although his proposition is obviously serious. Regardless, I'm not going to fall for his charms.

"Did our previous conversation go over your head?" I question.

He shrugs his shoulders casuallyThis kind of stuff doesn't bother him, and he can't see why it bothers me. We are mates after all, and whatever happens between us is completely natural.

"You've seen me naked before," he notes, testing the heat of the water curiously, steam beginning to billow out from the bathroom before he steps in.

"You know what, you're right. And I'm not impressed," I tell him pointedly, folding my arms over my chest. I didn't really get a good look at him naked, and I'm not sure I want to look now, but he thinks he's so irresistible I can't keep my eyes off him.

He picks up some soap from the shelf, inspecting it before pouring the liquid out onto his hand.

"Is that right?" he muses.

"Uh huh."

He just smiles knowingly, lathering the soap before rubbing it over himself. I swallow tightly, knowing I should probably turn away and pay attention to something else, but seeing him there, completely naked with water running along his skin is oddly captivating.

"This water feels nice," he tells me, dipping his head under. I watch with a dry mouth as his dark hair flattens against his forehead before he sweeps it back with both hands.

"It's a wonderful invention," I say stupidly before wincing. I don't even know what I'm saying at this point. I'm far too distracted to maintain this conversation.

"Come join me," he encourages.

"Sire..." I drift off.

"Otherwise you should probably return to bed," he says, raising a brow. I narrow my eyes on his smirking face. Is he really kicking me out right now.

"Why?" I ask warily.

He motions downward. "I have something very pressing to take care of."

This time, I don't think before I lower my gaze. Most of his crotch is covered by the steam gathered on the glass door, but I know what he is eluding to. He wants to get off.

"Seriously?" My hands ball up into fists.

"I am constantly tormented by your presence. I want nothing more than to take you to bed, and for me to handle this, I need to relieve some pressure," he exclaims.

He holds my gaze, challenging me. I can stand here if I like, but he's going to do what he pleases unless I explicitly tell him not to. I should, but I'm not about to get in the way of him doing what he needs to do to feel better.

Plus, I shouldn't even be watching him shower. This is his private time.

I throw my hands up, turning away. "Ugh, yuck. Okay, do your thing I guess."

He laughs a little as I clamber onto the bed and out of sight of the bathroom.

I press myself back against the wall, curling my legs up. I should have closed the door, but it's too late now so it's left wide open. I can't see anything, but after a couple of seconds I can hear faint, under the breath groans of pleasure.

My eyes widen. Should I leave the room? I could go for a walk outside and wait until he is done, but I am glued to the bed, under to move.

It's so bad, but excitment starts to twist in my stomach at the sound of him pleasuring himself.

I know I shouldn't want him but I do.

A relationship is too much, especially right now. But I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that I'm envisioning walking into that bathroom and asking him to take me against the shower wall.

Pushing myself up, I inch my way across the bed. I just want to look for a moment, to see what he looks like.

Slowly, I lean over, getting the slightest look into the bathroom.

He has one hand up bracing against the shower wall, his head bent as he pleasures himself. My mouth falls open partially, a spike of my own pleasure shuddering through just at the sight of him.

The water rains down over his head, his concentration painted across his face. Knowing he is thinking about me makes me breathless.

When he moves, I quickly dart my head out of the way before slowly leaning back.

I can't get enough. I want to watch him doing this forever.

His muscles are tense, so defined and utterly beautiful I'm tempted to join him in touching myself. With the water glistening down his tattoo's, he looks otherworldly.

His eyes squeeze shut, his movements quickening, his breathing increasing as he comes closer to climaxing.

I quickly dip away, crawling back onto the bed, trying to control my own breathing. I shouldn't have watched that, my head is all screwed up now.

Eventually he emerges with a towel slung over his hips, another being used to dry off his hair.

"Feeling better?" I ask innocently.

"Much. Feel free to follow suit in the shower if it pleases you. I'll give you all the privacy you need." He has a knowing look on his face, like he was aware the entire time that I was watching.

I hope off the bed, needing to be anywhere but on it.

"Unlike you, I have a handle over myself," I exclaim, propping my hands on my hips. That couldn't be further from the truth. I nearly lost all my composure watching Sire like that, and even now I barely have a good hold on it.

"Uh huh. Remember you have to sleep next to me."

Ignoring him, I head into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind me. I manage to shower without losing control of myself, and once I re-emerge, Sire is dressed in bed clothes and although he still looks tempting, he looks a little less irresistible.

"Ready to sleep?" He asks, patting the bed next to him.

I crawl under the sheets, sudden feeling fatigue weighing down on me. "I'm quite tired."

"You have been through a lot recently," he says softly, watching me adjust the pillow to my liking before I switch the lamp off, bathing the room in darkness.

"This is a big change for me. I had my whole life planned out, and now, I don't know what to do," I admit quietly, letting out a tired sigh.

I can still feel the weight of Sire's stare, even though I know he can't see me. Since I met him I didn't think he was capable of a calm, normal conversation. However, it seems I may be mistaken about that.

"Give it time. There is only one path for you to follow, and it's one with your mate. It's destiny."

"That belief in destiny doesn't really exist these days." Many have a deluded idea about mates these days, and don't actually want to find one. For some, I don't blame them, because now that I've been paired with Sire, I'm left questioning what is going on with whatever force controls this.

"In my time, it mattered. It's why I pursue you so ardently. We are meant to be together," he tells me.

Rolling over, I close my eyes.

"I should get some sleep."

There's so much more he wants to say, and yet he won't. Sometimes not speaking in certain moments is better than actually speaking.

"Sleep well, my beautiful mate," he says so quietly from beside me that I almost miss it.

A small smile touches my lips for a moment. I feel safe sleeping next to Sire, which has connotations I'm not going to worry about until morning...

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