Jeremy's eyes were locked on Celeste's body, a mixture of anger and disbelief etched on his face.
Celeste let out another soft moan, burying her face in Jeremy's shoulder.
"Relax, puppy. He didn't catch a glimpse of this beautiful body of mine," she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin. The moment those words left her lips, she felt the tension melt away from Jeremy's shoulder muscles. Still, he held onto her, refusing to let go.
"I can't believe I didn't wake up and punch the living daylights out of him," Jeremy growled through gritted teeth, his fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on Celeste's shoulder, causing a ticklish sensation to ripple through her.
"Well, that was because he had cast a sleep spell on you," Celeste shrugged.
"What?! That damn son of a...!" Jeremy's hand clenched tighter on Celeste's shoulder, causing her to wince. She protested and squirmed a little, and Jeremy quickly released his grip. "Sorry, my bad."
Celeste seized the opportunity to settle herself on Jeremy's arm, finding comfort in his arms. Despite his jealousy, she couldn't help but find him utterly adorable at that moment.
Jeremy's gaze lingered on Celeste's smiling face, momentarily taken aback. "You actually get a kick out of making me jealous, don't you?" His voice dropped to a husky tone as he drew closer, his dangerously enticing presence enveloping her like a cloak.
Celeste found herself caught in a moment of hesitation, torn between the urge to escape and the desire to stay in his arms. In a heartbeat, Jeremy's lips, warm and tender, pressed against her own, sending shivers down her spine.
Her mouth clamped shut, a feeble attempt to resist, but Jeremy seemed determined to teach her a lesson. With a gentle nip on Celeste's lips, he unleashed a surge of unexpected desire within her. Caught off guard, she surrendered, parting her lips, and in that vulnerable moment, Jeremy's tongue seized the opportunity, mercilessly capturing her own in a passionate clash.
Every ounce of air was expelled from her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath as the kiss finally came to an end.
Celeste's chest rose and fell rapidly, her face flushed with a fiery heat that matched the burning intensity of their exchange. The unmistakable bulge pressing against her waist indicated that Jeremy's desire was far from extinguished. If anything, it had intensified.
In his eyes, Celeste saw an unapologetic hunger, a raw craving that sent a ripple of curiosity and apprehension through her.
It was perplexing, for the back of her neck had not been stimulated, yet it pulsed with a subtle swell as if yearning to be claimed, marked as his.
Before they both descended into the abyss of irrationality, Celeste snapped back to reality. She shook her head, breaking free from the enchanting spell they had woven, and with a sudden burst of determination, she propped herself up, rising from the bed.
She was not ready, and the clandestine nature of their current location only exacerbated her reservations. The soundproofing of the room was crappy, leaving them vulnerable to potential eavesdroppers. Moreover, the werewolves still believed they were siblings, unaware of the new relationship between them. How awkward it would be if their intimate encounter were suddenly exposed within those confined walls.
Jeremy let out a protest, but Celeste simply shrugged it off. Regardless of Jeremy's gaze on her naked body, Celeste rose from the bed, strutted over to the wardrobe, and retrieved her clothing. The entire time, she could feel Jeremy's body prowling hungrily behind her, his gaze lingering over her every move.
With her back turned to Jeremy, she slipped into her chosen attire. A surge of defiance welled up within her, and as she fastened the last button, Celeste pivoted, her eyes locking with his. With a boldness that matched her resolve, she raised her hand and gave him the finger. Jeremy snorted.
Celeste finished tidying up and spun around to find Jeremy still sprawled in bed like a lazy sloth. With a mischievous grin, she rummaged through the closet and grabbed a handful of clothes, tossing them onto his face.
"Hey!" Jeremy protested, his voice muffled beneath the fabric assault.
Jeremy peeled back the sheets as if he had finally mustered the determination to rise from the bed and face the day. Just as Celeste turned away, thinking about giving him a smidgen of privacy, Jeremy seized the opportunity, swiftly grabbing her hand and yanking her back onto the bed, enveloping her in his own embrace.
Celeste let out a short cry in surprise, but she couldn't deny the thrill she felt being treated this way. Nestled in Jeremy's arms, she relished the intimacy. She, fully clothed, contrasted against Jeremy's mostly bare body, creating a delightfully peculiar contrast. Nestled in the crook of Jeremy's arms, she felt a delicious wave of drowsiness wash over her.
But the realization that it was probably already noon shook her awake. She shook her head, gently nudging Jeremy, urging him to rise. If they continued indulging in each other's company, the day would slip away before they even managed to leave the bed.
Jeremy let out a grumble. Unable to contain herself, Celeste let out a laugh.
"Come on, sleepyhead! We've got a heap of questions to pester Byron with," she said, twirling around to face Jeremy.
The mention of Byron made Jeremy reluctantly straighten up a bit, though his resistance still lingered. He tossed aside the covers, finally surrendering to the idea of getting dressed.
As Celeste strolled into the bathroom to freshen up, she couldn't help but ponder the urgent need for a serious conversation with Byron. They had to uncover the secrets he had been hiding. Moreover, she couldn't bear the feeble defenses of their entire wolf pack any longer.
Imagining a group of hunters stumbling upon their sanctuary, launching an ambush, and effortlessly casting sleep spells on every werewolf, Celeste shuddered at the potential danger they faced. It was a risk they couldn't afford to ignore.