Chapter Eight: Hold My Heart
Thirty minutes later, they were pulling into the parking lot of a hotel. Malique laughed when his passengers grunted because they had to stop their make-out session.
“I’ll go check us in,” Malique said as he stepped out of the car. “Don’t want to freak people out with that bulge in your pants.”
Wolfric grumbled as Malique chuckled and walked into the hotel lobby.
“Ready, little one?” Wolfric asked.
Akira nodded, and he opened the door. She climbed off his lap and out the door, almost falling on her face again. With a chuckle, Wolfric caught her and helped her stand. She brushed her skirt down, then moved out of the way so Wolfric could exit the car. They gathered their bags, and
Wolfric held one in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in his pants. Akira giggled when she saw Wolfric place a bag in front of his crotch. Wolfric gave Akira a look that had her sucking in a breath. He smirked, then motioned for her to go ahead of him into the hotel.
“We’re in luck,” Malique said as he joined them and took the bag from Akira. “They had one room left.”
Akira looked at her Warriors, her cheeks turning bright pink. Now that she is no longer on Wolfric’s lap, she is not as confident as she had been before. Isn’t she supposed to wait until she has chosen her mate before she has sex?
“You look like you have a question on your mind,” Malique said as he led them to the elevator.
Akira shrugged. She did not know how to word her worries.
“You can talk to us about anything, little one,” Wolfric said with that Wolfie grin of his.
Akira took a deep breath, then asked the question that has been plaguing her mind. Her parents had never talked about it. What was the use of telling an Empty Vessel what she will never have?
“Aren’t I supposed to wait until I have chosen my mate?”
Wolfric and Malique looked at each other, then at their Psychi.
“We’re all your Warriors, Akira. All five of us are your mates. You will choose your chosen mate, who will be with you for the rest of your life. In and out of bed,” Wolfric informed her.
“And the rest of you?” she whispered the question.
Malique pulled her against his side. “The rest of us will live our lives to protect and serve you.”
“And like with your father. If anything happens to your chosen mate, one of us will take his place,” Wolfric said.
Akira started to cry. Wolfric dropped the bags he was carrying and pulled her into his arms.
“Don’t cry, love.”
“But I don’t want to lose either of you. And I know I will feel the same for my other Warriors,” Akira cried against his chest.
Wolfric looked at Malique. Their Psychi has been through so much in her short life. The thought of losing one of her Warriors, even the ones she has not met yet, scared her.
“We won’t leave you any time soon,” Malique said, placing his hand on her back.
Wolfric snorted, “they will have to pull my soul down to the pits of hell before I left you, little one.”
Akira snorted and buried her face in his shirt. The elevator doors opened, and Wolfric lifted Akira into his arms. Malique grabbed the other two bags and walked ahead of Wolfric as they headed for their room. He found the number and unlocked the door.
“Now go take a shower,” Wolfric said, placing Akira on her feet.
She looked up at him, and he felt his heart skip a beat. He put his hands on either side of her face and smiled down at her.
“We will be right here when you come out.”
The huskiness in her voice had his cock pulsing, and she was still turned on from their session in the car.
“We promise,” he said, his eyes roaming over her beautiful face.
She smiled and placed her hands on his. “Okay,” she said.
He smiled, then bent his head and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss and whimpered when he lifted his head.
“I’ll set your pajamas on the counter after you hop into the shower.”
She nodded, and he let her go. Wolfric and Malique watched Akira walk into the bathroom, and both sighed.
“She has had enough torment in her life,” Malique said.
Wolfric nodded. He could not agree more. He went to the new bag they had bought for Akira and found the pajamas she had picked out earlier that day. When he heard the shower running, he opened the door and placed the clothes on the counter.
Wolfric looked at the shower and wanted to join Akira. But he could not, not yet. He smiled as he thought about what he would do to her when he could join her.
‘Soon,’ he promised himself, ‘very soon.’
Akira held her head under the cool water of the shower. Today has been crazy. First, her father finds her, then she has to prove to the Councilman that she is a Havent and the guys are her Warriors. And then her Warriors had taken her shopping, and she got all kinds of new clothes. Then she discovered that she was in love with her Warrior. Not a crush like when she was thirteen.
Oh no—now that she is eighteen, she is full-blown in love with Wolfric Selinofoto, the third son of the Moonlight clan. A descendant of Amarok the Wolf, a Mythical Direwolf, who was so big, he was probably bigger than a house. And she could not forget his power.
A Shadow Walker is rare in itself. At least that part she knew before Brynhildr had told her. Akira sighed. She wished her ancestor had told her about all of her Warriors. It would help with finding them.
She moved her head out of the spray of the water and washed her hair. What will she do with her Warriors? What if one of her other Warriors is her chosen mate? She cannot just turn off her love for Wolfric.
Akira sighed and rinsed out her hair. A memory of what had happened in the car had her shivering. No, she will never stop loving her Wolfie. And she wants to show him how much she loves him. Akira smiled and quickly washed her body in anticipation.
She will not need the pajamas Wolfric had set on the bathroom counter.
Malique sat against the headboard of the only bed in the room, a book in his hands. He is always prepared for times like these. Always a book to read or a woman to fuck. He smirked. He will not be doing that anymore. Not now that he has found his Psychi.
“How can you read at a time like this?” Wolfric asked.
He was pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, his hand continuously combing through his hair.
Malique looked up from his book and smiled at Wolfric. Their little Havent has gotten to him.
“Sit,” Malique told his friend.
Wolfric growled, “I can’t. When she comes out of that bathroom, I will know what she has chosen.”
Malique shrugged and went back to his book. If Akira comes out in her pajamas, they will know she is not ready. If she comes out naked or in a towel, they will know she is ready to take the next step.
Wolfric froze in his pacing; she has never called him by his full name. It has always been Wolfie. He turned to her and sucked in a sharp breath. Akira stood in the doorway to the bathroom with nothing on but a shy smile.
Malique looked up from his book when he heard Akira’s voice and his heart, not to mention his cock, jumped. He licked his lips, his eyes traveling over her curves.
’Damn, she may be short, but she has some long—sexy-ass legs. And those hips. And fuck me, those tits,’
Malique shook his head and went back to his book. This is Wolfric’s time with her—he will get his.
Wolfric cleared his throat, his eyes glued to her body. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice heavy with desire.
She nodded, and that was all he needed. Wolfric moved to Akira and pulled her against his chest. She was perfect—his perfect little Havent.
“Wolfric,” she breathed.
Akira looked up at Wolfric, pure desire in her eyes. He claimed her mouth in a body-jerking kiss. She moaned and pressed herself against him.
Feeling her breasts pressed against his chest had Wolfric’s cock pushing against his jeans. He lifted her off her feet and turned to the bed. When the bed was behind her, he gently laid her on her back.
Akira whimpered when Wolfric left her lips, then moaned with pleasure when he kissed down to her breasts.
Malique looked up from his book and smirked before he went back to reading.
Wolfric kissed and nibbled Akira’s breasts, making her let out the cutest mews. When he kissed down to between her thighs, she gasped, then jerked. Her head tilted back when he licked her sensitive inner lips. With a grin, Wolfric spread her open and took hold of her perfectly pink clit. He sucked and licked until she unraveled and cried out with pleasure.
Wolfric heard Malique whisper the word without looking up at them from the book he was reading. Though Wolfric was not sure if the Vampire was having an easy time concentrating on his book with their Psychi naked on the bed before him. Wolfric shook his head and cleared it of any thoughts. He grinned and kissed up her body, then stood from her and watched her open her eyes.
She looked at him with the most beautiful look. Her amber eyes were glowing the brightest he had ever seen them.
Wolfric quickly removed his clothes, then crawled up her body. He slid a finger inside her pussy and moaned when it clamped down on him. She was soaking wet but still tight. He pushed another finger inside her, trying to stretch her, get her ready for him.
“Wolfie,” she moaned, pulling on his shoulders to get him to come closer.
Wolfric removed his fingers from her pussy and held them up to his mouth. With a smirk, he licked them, making her eyes open wide in shock. He chuckled, then leaned forward and kissed her. She moaned against him as he shared her taste.
“Wolfie,” she moaned again.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, moving more comfortably between her legs.
She nodded, then looked up at him with eyes that said, make love to me. Wolfric groaned and took hold of his cock, then pressed it to her opening.
Akira felt the tip of his huge cock at her entrance and whimpered. She tilted her head back and looked up at Malique, who had turned his head from the book he was reading and was now watching them. She reached her right hand up to him; he smiled and took her hand in his. Malique gently squeezed her hand, letting her know they were there for her. She looked back at Wolfric and screamed as he pushed himself into her.
‘Talk about tearing off the band-aid,’ Akira thought as pain ripped through her body.
They laid in that position for what felt like hours—when in reality—it was only a couple minutes. When the pain settled, she felt how much he filled her and how good it felt and wiggled her hips.
“Fuck. Don’t do that,” Wolfric said with a growl.
She smiled and wiggled again.
“Damn it, woman,” he said, taking hold of her hips.
“Make love to me,” she said, looking into his eyes.
Wolfric groaned and leaned down, settling his weight on top of her. It was not uncomfortable, Akira liked the feel of his weight, and she wanted more. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him further into her. Wolfric groaned as Akira pulled him deeper inside her. He took hold of her hands once Malique let her go and started to move inside her.
She felt incredible. He gritted his teeth, not wanting to have it over too soon.
“Oh, Wolfric,” she cried out as she moved with him.
He groaned and took her mouth in a deep kiss. She moaned against his mouth as their tongues danced the now-familiar dance.
“Interesting,” Malique said from his spot at the head of the bed, still watching them.
If Malique was not Akira’s Warrior, Wolfric would call him a pervert. But it was not unusual for another Warrior to watch a fellow Warrior fuck their Havent.
“Wolfie,” Akira said against his mouth, “faster.”
Wolfric grinned. Who was he to deny his Havent? He picked up the pace and took her screams into his mouth. When she tightened around his cock, he knew she was lost to another orgasm. He smiled and continued to pound into her. She felt so incredible he never wanted to leave her sheath. But his balls had other plans.
Wolfric grunted when the tingling started at the base of his spine and traveled up to his head. His balls tightened, then exploded, pushing his semen deep inside the only woman he would ever touch again.
“Wow,” Akira said with a heavy sigh, “that was….” She had no words for it.
Wolfric smiled at his Psychi, who he had just rendered speechless.
“I love you,” she whispered, watching his face.
Wolfric swallowed. “I love you too, my little Havent,” he said with a huge smile.
Akira sighed. Did he love her or his Havent?
‘Does it matter?’ a pesky voice in her head asked.
Akira smirked. ‘Nope. Does not matter at all.’