"Do you want me to give you a tour, or do you just want to go to your room and rest?" Charles ask quietly as his parents and uncle talk behind us. I look over at them silently before looking back at him.
"I think I need to take a nap." I confess. He smiles softly at me and runs my cheek with his hand. I tiredly smile back as I gesture for him to lead the way. He smiles again before pulling me along behind him.
"Daddy, papa, I am going to take Mason up to his room. We will be back down for dinner later." He called over his shoulder as we headed up the stairs. Riley only grunted while Zoro called up to us that he loved us. I blush in retaliation to his words. It has been over ten years since I have heard someone say they love me, and to finally hear someone say it is almost embarrassing.
I followed after Charles almost like a love sick puppy. I'm sure he knows I am drilling into the back of his head with my eyes, but he doesn't seem to care, otherwise he would have told me four turns back to knock it off.
Charles abruptly stops in front of a door, and I quickly stop myself. I don't want a repeat of what happened earlier, that hurt like a bitch and I can still feel my stomach throbbing with a slight pain. He pulls me inside quick before shutting the door behind us.
I gape at the size of the room. It is huge, bigger then huge, it looks like a whole apartment put into one room. A kitchen sits off to the left, new appliances and fleeting counter tops. To the right is the bedroom, which has a huge queen size bed, a dark red comforter on it and encased in rich dark wood. The side tables match with the same shade of wood, and red lamps sit on top of them. A carpet sits underneath the bed, a dark brown, slightly lighter then the bed frame, but still ties together perfectly. A master bathroom sits off to the left of the bedroom, from where I am standing I can see double sinks, a huge claw tub, and a large ceiling shower head. The toilet sits next to the bath in perfect semetry that it is almost to perfect. In between the room and kitchen in the living area. It had two large leather couches filling up a lot of space and a glass coffee table in the center. A flat screen TV is hooked up in the wall, and a beautiful red carpet sits beneath the couches and coffee table.
Now that I had a look around the whole apartment/room, I can see the theme is creme, red, and brown. I personally love the idea of all the colors together.
"Its....beautiful." I tell Charles for a lack of better words. I honestly don't know how to describe how amazing the room is to me. Charles seems to know I am grateful because he smiles before pulling me into a strong hug. I hug him back, as much as my small arms can, before pulling away to look around the apartment some more.
I smirk as I look back over my shoulder at Charles before taking a running leap onto the fluffiest bed I have ever felt, granted, I haven't slept in a real bed for over ten years, so I honestly don't think I arm right to judge if this bed is the fluffiest or not.
Charles let out a booming laugh as I bounce up amd down on the bed a few times. I struggle up in a seated position before looking at him. I wave him over with my own beaming smile before flopping back onto the bed.
I hear Charles approach the bed before hesitating. I look up at him in question and smirk when I see a blush painted onto his face.
"What's wrong?" If it is anymore possible my face gets even redder. Not from the fact that I am going to take a nap with my mate, but the fact that I am embarrassed to ask if I can take my shorts, only to realize I'm not wearing any underwear.
"Its just.....uh..I was going to...uh...ask if I could...uhm.....take of my....my pants....but!..but! I realized I didn't have on any.....underwear." I finally stutter out. My head snaps to the ground in embarrassment, stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I should have never asked, now he is going to think I only want him for sex.
"Well, then. Go put on some underwear, you duface." He laughs as he sits back up in the bed. I see a faint blush staining his cheeks, so I know I am not the only one affected, by my lack of clothing.
"Oh, right. I'll go do that quick." I run out the room and to my, which is right next door, which I did do on purpose, if Mason wasn't comfortable with sleeping with me, then I would have stayed in my own room. Happily? Most definately not. Stubbornly? Most likely. Would I do it? Most definately.
I quickly snatched a pair of boxers from my drawer before stumbling into them. I don't think he would be quite comfortable if I wore briefs yet, everything would be exposed, and I didn't want him to think I only want him for sex.
That sems to be a huge problem. Sex, more importantly, trying to make it seem like that is not all I want. When in reality, yes, I do want to have sex with my mate, but I will wait until he is ready and willing to give his body to me. Of course I will have to warn him about pregnancy also, he probably doesn't assume that he can get pregnant, but if my dad is any consolation, then he definately can.
I quickly skip into the room and smile as I see my precious mate already curled up underneath the blankets. I pull the blankets down and cuddle in with my mate. I give him a brief kiss on the forehead before closing my eyes and falling into the darkness.
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The Omega CureWerewolf
Book Two in The Cure Series Charles Black is the alpha. He was just apointed the alpha a year ago, and he is already messing it up. A female had entered his pack lands only a few days after he became alpha, his mate, or so he thought. The female ha...