CHAPTER 62: SNOW WISHES TO LICK HER TOO

(Alnilam)

I pace in my office and barely hold back the anger.

"Before you blame me for Zevran’s actions. I swear I did nothing," she reluctantly says, trying to stay as far away from me as possible in this confined space.

Turning my head, I pin her with a stare. There is another tiny bruise on her cheek now, beside the one she got while sparring with me. And my wolf hates seeing that on her skin.

What’s it about her that neither I nor Alnitak can resist her, especially our wolves?

"You did nothing? Do you have a death wish? What was that blind run at Ramian? What if he had attacked you with his claws? Do you realise how lethal that would have been? I thought we discussed it."

I am not sure why I am almost yelling at her. Usually, I keep my emotions in check but somehow seeing her run towards the danger so blindly made me lose control.

She lowers her head and deflates like a flat tyre. "I am sorry, I understand that was reckless. You had told me to scan, observe and then make my move not rush. I own up to that fault."

I hadn’t expected that from her. Usually, she just blasts back at me, but not today. My anger almost vanishes and frustration takes over.

Why was Zevran even licking her? I know they went through an intense battle, and Zevran carries more of a golden retriever energy than of a wolf, but still, his action has enraged Snow.

These damn hair itches, wishing to touch her, wrap around her body and slink inside her costume, touching and feeling her bare skin.

No, NO, ABSOLUTELY NO.

Where are these random thoughts coming from?

She is my student, and she has some hidden agenda. I can never go down that path with her. Besides, I am an engaged man, I can’t just throw away my relationship because I can’t fucking control my urges and wolf.

"Heal yourself!" I tell her, a bit calmly this time.

She raises her head, face marred with confusion. "But others will notice if the wound suddenly disappears."

I shake my head and assure her. "The bruise has become more prominent in the past few minutes. When I brought you here it was merely red. No one will notice."

She gulps but gives me a reluctant nod. Slowly taking off her pendant, Amaia transforms into her real self. Her beauty always takes me by surprise and I struggle to keep everything contained in myself.

Such intense shades of green are her eyes. She closes them and remains still for a moment.

I watch, impatient must I add?

Her right hand rises, and the tip of her pointer finger begins to glow with an emerald shade. Her eyes open, and she watches her finger in amazement as if not believing what she is seeing.

"Keep focusing your energy, gather it around your finger and take it towards your cheek," I instruct and she obeys.

Her finger rubs over her bruised skin and the scar begins to disappear, slowly healing. The pink skin replaces the bruised one.

Her healing powers work, but not fully yet. The green energy around her finger dims and dies out before she can completely heal herself.

She huffs, exhausted and draws in deep breaths. Her chest heaves and she bends down, grabbing her knees.

"I can’t, I am depleted."

She has just completed an intense battle, I should probably give her a break. Grabbing the jug from my table I remove the coaster and fill up the glass beside it. Picking it up, I extend it towards Amaia.

"Drink and get some rest. In the next session, we will work on your healing power some more."

She grabs the glass from my hand. Her fingers brush against my skin and her eyes shine. Her touch is tender, like a caress from some faraway land.

Straightening up, she gulps the water down in one go and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her etiquette is rusty to say the least, as if she had been raised by barbarians instead of civil beings.

"Thanks, good night sir." She hands the glass back. Putting on her necklace, Amaia hides away her real self and leaves my office, closing the door behind her.

Frustration and need make my body burn. Snow is not making it any easier.

’If Zevran can lick her, why can’t I? Seems like I need to teach that mut a lesson.’ Snow has trained Zevran from an early age and for the first time ever he is jealous of him.

’Shut up, she is not our mate so cut it out,’ I reprimand him.

’I wish she were,’ Snow’s jealousy hums in my head and then goes into the corner to sulk.

Just then, the door opens, and Jamina walks inside carrying her beautiful smile.

"Hey, handsome, congratulations on the win..." she pauses, scowls and furthers. "What’s with the face? Don’t tell me you went berserk on that poor girl again. You need to give her a break Alni. She is only twenty."

I rub a frustrated hand on my face and mumble, "I know." Moving towards my chair, I flop on it and place my elbow on its armrest, supporting my face with my palm.

Jamina moves closer and effortlessly she comes to stand in front of me. Her right hand rests under the back of my hand and she lifts my face up.

Desires dance in her eyes, raw and carnal. Any other day, this would excite me but something feels off today.

"Let me make you feel better," she seductively says, her soft pink lips curving into a smile.

Damn! She is one beautiful woman.

’Absolutely not. I am not watching you two fuck again. I am going to sleep,’ Snow rages in my head before disappearing.

Jamina slowly moves and straddles me, her long spindly legs going on both sides as her heated core rubs against my hardness.

"You are already hard, Alni. Hmmm, naughty boy, you have been thinking of me," she whispers, almost moans along my lips. She removes every inhibition between us.

’If only that was the truth.’

And then her lips cover mine, the softness of them makes me shut down all other thoughts. She grabs my face, deepens the kiss while rubbing herself all over me.

My arms finally wrap around her slender waist, and I push myself into her.

I shut down my brain to every other thought, especially one revolving around a Fae I am finding difficult to resist.

Jamina is my fiancée and only she gets to share my body, no one else.