Page 104 of Mate to the Alpha Of All Alphas
She told Mirian what she wanted to have.
The woman inclined her head, turned, and bowed towards Wolfaraine, before she turned and walked towards the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ismena. I need to be at the training ground where we are training new recruits to be Sentinels." He used the nearest handkerchief to wipe his mouth, "But, I waited for you to wake up."
"Huh?" Her heart skipped. Did she do something wrong?
She was almost sure she hasn't done anything wrong. Well she has, but she hasn't been caught.
Damn, did he find out she's been visiting Nalaila!?
He dropped his fork, leaned back on his chair, and just looked at her. He stared for so long, that Ismena shifted uncomfortably on her chair. His unreadable face wasn't making things easy at all.
Then, the mask on his face fell away, "I waited for you to wake up, because I have missed you so much." He admitted at last.
She blushed prettily like a schoolgirl. The tension dissolved from her and her insides tingled.
"Oh..." That was all she could manage, speechlessly. Hell, the man always lives her tongue-tied, so effortlessly.
"I think a better 'Good morning' will do. Come and kiss me, Ismena." He ordered softly, pulling his chair back and away from the dining table.
Those words were so unexpected that for a few seconds, her brain blanked out and she couldn't interpret them.
But, when she did her eyes widened and her heart raced away from her eyes. The order might be unexpected, but she loved it a lot.
She rose—does it matter that her legs are shaking slightly?—and came out from her seat. Slowly, she walked closer to him until she stood directly in front of him.
He was looking up at her, his blue eyes held her brown ones. She palmed his stubble-trimmed cheeks, lowered her head, and kissed him firmly on his soft lips.
She waited for him to take over, but he didn't. Leaning back, she stared him into his eyes. There was a bit of fire there now, unlike before that it was...just blank.
So, she leaned in and kissed him again. This time around, she prolonged the kiss. She closed her eyes and sucked his lower lip into her mouth. He tasted like mint and salmon stew which reflected his breakfast. Pushing her tongue into his mouth, she deepened the kiss, moaning throatily.
Then, with a growl, his arms went around her waist. He drew her down to his lap, her legs spread on either side of him and took over the kiss. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer until she plastered against him as he devoured her lips.
Marian was bringing in Ismena's food when she saw what was going on. She paused instantly, her eyes widened. Then, she turned and soundlessly walked out of the dining room.
There was a faint blush on the older woman's cheeks as she led every servant that was within talking distance to the dining room, away.
Inside the dinning room, Ismena's breathing was unlabored as Wolfaraine finally broke the kiss. His eyes was filled with desire. "That, Ismena, is how you say 'Good Morning'."
"Oh..." she sounded like a broken record to her own ears. To make matters worse, her panties were soaked and her legs were shaking.
His hands, which were still resting on her waist, felt too warm even through the layers of clothes. She squeezed her eyes closed in an effort to get herself under control again
"What do you say we go for a walk at the back of the Tower?"
Ismena knows something better she wanted to do, but she found herself nodding her head anyway. With everything going on, she barely gets enough time to see him these days. She'll be happy to be anywhere as far as she is with him.
"I'll like that," she agreed, straightening up from his embrace. His silver-gold hair which looked tidy before, was looking disheveled because she'd curled her fingers into it while he kissed her.
Her cheeks warmed pleasantly as she raised her hand and began running it through the straight hair while uncurling from his body. Her scalp tingled as he did the same to her own hair.
"Better," he grunted afterward, his eyes on her hair.
The backyard of the Castle was decorated with dainty-looking flowers so fresh and delicately-looking, that they lighted up the entire surrounding—making it look so incredibly beautiful like those luxurious castles seen in medieval movies. Ismena loves this place with all her heart.
They walked the backyard, out of it, and into the woods. The fresh air caressed their skin, raising their hairs from their nape. She wanted to hold hands but his hands were crossed together behind his back. So, she folded and unfolded her hands. In the end, she allowed them to drop to her sides.
