Leander’s P O VIt took up five long hours sitting in my office to finally discuss all the angles of the issue and put up a temporary security plan. I was sure the witches had something to do with it but Asher insited that it was not them. He had nothing to back up the claim though. They had motive. My father had destroyed multiple of their covens. He killed hundreds of them back in the day. Then, when I took over, I left them no window to execute their revenge. The only opportunity had just popped now with Morena’s appearance. That if it was not them who planted her here. Enchanting both of us to find a window to attack.
I reach my room desperate to take a shower and finally see what Morena was up to. She wasprobably asleep at this hour. My speculatios were proved to be true as soon as I enter the room. I immediately spot her sleeping on the couch. Her head was litterally in the book. She probably fell asleep on while she was reading. Considering how daring she is around me, I had no doubt she would drown me in questions about witches or ask to get another book from my collection as soon as she finnished that one. Her lack of knowledge about them was unsettling to me. Witches and werewolves have always been sworn enemies. Our elders did not agree with their ways and it was passed down to us. She was either a very good actress and so skilled in feigning ignorance or something was off with her upbringing. No werewolf knew nothing about witches.
I remove the bed cover in the side Morena was supposed to sleep on before going to grab her from the couch. Sparks explode all over my body from the contact of my hands with her bare legs. Did this girl have anything to sleep in but those inticing shorts. I was having a hard time controlling myself. I did not want her to wake up with my head between her legs. Though that was a pretty image to think of. I place her on the matress and she immediately hugs the pillow and I feel a spark of jealousy. For fuck’s sake! I can not seriously be jealous of a damn pillow because she was cuddling with it instead of me. I cover her and go to bring the book. I place it on the nightstand before heading to the bathroom to finally get my shower. I was showing to much attention to the damn mutt. So what if I let her sleep on the couch? So what if she wakes up with a sore neck. It’s her fault that she went to sleep like that. And now I am sounding stupid talking to myself like a goddamn teenager.
I finally get to bed and pull her into me. I sigh in content. I was craving contact with her for days now and the satisfaction of having her in my arms is nothing like I have imagined. This was some kind of strong ass voodoo beacause this girl had a spell on me and she probably would be the death of me if this continued. I had almost bitten her neck earlier today. I have not lost control over Asolf ever in my life but today he almost took over when my head was in the crook of her neck after not seeing her for so long. If she had not tensed up I would have probably been the cause of a huge fuck up.
Maybe the idea of her waking up with my head between her legs was not bad after all. I had a big sex drive and my poor dick has not seen the company of anything but my hand since the day I slept with Morena. Shit was really getting pent up and it was contributing to my stress. I could remove the sheet and pull down those short she had on. I could have my fill of her until I have her screaming my bloody name.
What the fuck was I doing? I admonish myself. But even as the voice inside my head revolts against what my body desires, I can’t help but breath in the intoxicating scent of the woman in my arms. Her little ass nestled in my crotch area was not helping either. The sexual chemistry was definetly there between us. And those sparks that explode at each contact were doing a perfect job driving me nuts. I do not have the time for trivial pleasures like this. Especially with all the things going on in my pack. I should have gone with my initial plan to use her for my mere pleasure but the little thing always found ways to make me forget all the resolutions I make before going to see her.
The train of my thoyghts is cut off when I notice Morena scrunch her brows as she stirrs a little in her sleep. Her forhead is covered in tiny beads of sweat. She was probably having a nightmare.
“No, please mommy! Don’t leave! I am scared. Don’t leave us.” She breathes out. she was dreaming about her mother? I read in her file that her parents were killed when she and her sister were quite young but I suppose Morena was old enough to remember them. Her sister was still a baby at the time. She continues to murmur incomprehensive things and I have a half mind to wake her up. Whatever she was seeing was clearly bothering her. Her mouth was parted and her expression was pained. She suddenly screams as she jolts up awake with ragged breaths. It takes her a few minutes to calm down as I watch her. She takes in her surroundings before her eyes land on me. She looks surprised to see me next to her.
“When did you get here?” She asks still a bit breathless from her nightmare.