Dies Irae

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“Did you want to sleep in the room tonight?” he asked me.

I shrugged.

“May I call Authur?” I brought up.

He wanted to question me but didn’t want to get angry and cause some tension so he just reached over to his desk, grabbing his phone.

“Do you know his number?”

I nodded, typing it in.

I put it to my free ear as my other was pressed against his shoulder.

The line rang three times before it answered.

“Bonjour?” I heard Authur’s questioning tone from the other line.

“Bonjour, Alpha, c’est Ines,” I greeted.

“Ines, comment allez-vous?” He asked.

“Bonne. J’appelle pour demander si quelqu’un peut envoyer mes effets personnels?” I asked as polietly as I could.

“Bien sûr! Je vais l’envoyer tôt le matin,” he explained.

I forgot about the time differences. I thanked him and apologized for the timing of my call before handing the phone back to Marcus.

“You sound so pretty when you speak,” he told me.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“So, my adorable French mate,” he started, “are there any terms or phrases that would offend you?”

I looked up at him, my heart thumping in adoration.

“Oui,” I nodded, “um,” I thought for a moment, sitting up in his lap, “I would prefer it if you did not call me ‘dirty,’ many people say we don’t wash but we do,” I explained, “and I do not like the term whore. It is mean but also I have heard people say I take ‘whore baths’ because they think we only bathe in perfume.”

“Did someone call you a whore?” He demanded, his tone was cross.

I blinked.

“Maybe you should count to ten,” I mumbled, trying to prevent him from getting angry.

He swallowed, glancing away from me.

“Um, when people insult our food. Like, oui, I know there are other types of foods, I just have a preference,” I shrugged, “things like that.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “I can do that, anything for you,” he smiled.

“Are there any terms I should not say for you? Besides like the shared ones like mutt, dog, those,” I added.

“Well, most don’t apply to me, like hillbilly or trailer trash just because I don’t live in a trailer and I’m not a farmer in the East,” he explained, “but for me, a resident of California, refrain from calling me a wood or a peckerwood. Not many people use them but, now you know,” he told me.

“Okay, will not,” I agreed, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

“You’re so loving,” he smiled, his grip around me tightening.

“Why not?” I blushed.

“Don’t get me wrong, Nes, I’m not complaining, not in the least,” he smirked, coming closer to fully claim my lips.

My body relaxed against his, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Due to our height difference, that wasn’t that much, when we parted, from how much I was pressing against him, my breasts were practically in his face.

My face heated, my ears getting warm as I sank down into his lap, removing my pressing posture from him.

“Sorry,” I apologized.

“Don’t apologize to me, Nes,” he corrected, “I like you,” he kissed my forehead, “and your sexual ways,” he smiled, “they make me very happy.”

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“So, why did you have to call Authur?” Marcus questioned.

“Oh, to transfer my stuff over, if that’s okay?”

I should’ve asked before I called…

“No, no, that’s fine, I should’ve called earlier, I’m sorry,” he explained only for me to shake my head, telling him it was fine.

I laid my head back in his shoulder, sighing softly, content.

“Did you train in his pack?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Good,” he replied, “tell me when and you can come with me. But, just a warning,” he moved his lips to my ear, “I train without a shirt on.”

I shivered.

“With other females around?” I questioned, not liking the idea at all.

“I don’t train with females,” he informed me.

“Good,” I replied, relieved, “but, you should know, I train without a shirt,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his neck.

That sole action brought so much lust and arousal to him.

I smiled to myself.

“And I look good in tight sports bras,” I ran my hand up to cup his face.

“Dear,” he groaned, “you’re doing a lot. I don’t like to think you know.”

“But I know,” I confirmed.

“I think we should play twenty questions,” he changed the subject, clearing his throat.

“Okay,” I shrugged, pulling myself off his lap to occupy the seat I was just in.

Throughout our conversation, I felt our bond practically grow.

It was so strong.

And it was the only way we were able to deal with the frightening problems that came our way.

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