13: Caught In Action

Daphne's POV

I can't quite tell how long we stayed like that, before Kieran's sobs eventually subsided. He lifted his tear-stained face and looked at me intently. Like he was still doubtful if I had indeed accepted him as my mate. “Can you open your mind-link for me?” I asked with a shy smile. He nodded fast, doing as I requested, and I could finally hear his wolf in my head. I also felt just how overwhelmed my acceptance was to both him and his wolf.

“Thank you.” He breathed, reaching out for my hand and began caressing it lightly. “I swear you won't regret forgiving me.” He promised.

“You still have to grovel, though,” I smirked. “Forgiving you doesn't mean I am ready to accept your mark yet, you have to earn that.”

“I will.” He accepted readily. “I will do everything to make you and our boy happy.”

“Let's start with you making dinner.”

“You are still hungry?” His incredulous tone had me laughing. He seemed truly horrified at the idea that I wanted to eat more. “Where are you packing all that food?” He pretended to scan my bony frame.

“Do you want me to reconsider…”

“I will get started.” He interrupted, straightening his back, and kissed my forehead before his eyes from on my torn dress. His face hardened. He was no doubt beating himself up for losing control.

“Don't worry about it.” I cupped his face and kissed his nose lightly. “Nothing happened.”

“But it could have…”

“I shouldn't have provoked you in that state.” I didn't see the use of us fighting for the big share of the blame. We both fucked up in some ways. But likely no dire damage had been done. “Now go shower and get started on dinner, I am starving.”

“Yes, your highness.” He mock bowed, making me hit his shoulder playfully. Grabbing me by the waist, he placed me on my feet and the two of us left the guest bathroom. I hurriedly rushed to my room fearing I might bump into Taylor who would definitely question about my torn dress. Kieran laughed at my obvious distress, and I shoved my middle finger in the air at him.

In the shower, I couldn't stop smiling. What had just transpired was nothing short of magical. My body is still tingling at the sensations that Kieran aroused in me. Every inch that his hands touched was still coated with goosebumps. My core ached. I had no choice but to run my own fingers just to get myself off. It was either that or jump on my mate, and I am not sure any of us is ready for that. So slowly, I began by inserting one finger, and by the time I got to the third one, couldn't keep Kieran's name off my lips. It wasn't until I got off my high that I realized I had company. Shit!

Kieran was casually leaning against the bathroom door, staring at me with dazed eyes. Though his hands were crossed over his chest, I could see the struggle he was going through to keep his cool. “I had come to ask about your dinner preference.” He mumbled throatily. My core jerked at the husky voice. It didn't help that he was regarding me like some delicious snack he couldn't wait to get his hands on. I wanted to retort. But strength failed me. I could only gawk at him, wondering what was going on in his mind. He had obviously seen me as I shamelessly stroked myself with his name in mind and lips. “Do you have any idea how tempting you look right now?” I gulped. Watching as his Adam's apple bobbled up and down. I do have an idea of what I want to do to his body. “If I didn't swear to be a gentleman with you, I would be slamming you against that glass right now, and fuck you hard we both would barely stand tomorrow.”

Shit! My inner slut, aka, my wolf, loved the thought. If it were up to her, she would be spreading her legs telling him to do just that. “But I won't touch you.” Disappointment hit hard. “Until you ask me to.” With that, he turned and left me struggling to breathe. The man had a way with words. I wonder if when the time comes he will deliver or if it's all just talk.

'It's not!' my wolf assured. Well, she is in contact with his wolf, so I am sure he must have muddled her brain with fantasies just like Kieran was doing to me. It did take a while for me to start moving. And when I did, it was to rush and close the door before I slumped on my bed and began screaming, with my pillow muffling the sound.

How will I face him now? Would he ridicule me?

“Daph!”

Not now! I groaned. I love Taylor. Don't get me wrong. But he has the worst timings.

“Daph!” He knocked persistently until I answered. Promising to come out shortly, I advised him to wait for me in the kitchen so that we could help Daddy make dinner.

'Why are you being so shy about it?' My wolf whined. 'He is our mate, and I bet he is just as horny as we are.'

'Tell me something I don't know.' I grumbled. I was still hot. And my nipples had hardened more, which forced me to wear a brassiere. I tiptoed my way as if there were a way I could appear invisible to Kieran, just to shield myself from the inevitable embarrassment.

“There you are,” Kieran grinned just as I stepped into the kitchen. He must have caught my scent beforehand. “Help him chop the onions.” He pointed at Taylor who was hoisted on a chair frowning down at the onions, am sure Kieran had placed on the chopping board for him.

“He wants me to cry.” Taylor accused with a pout. Kieran chuckled.

“Now it will be the two of you crying.” I glared at him. The bastard purposely left the onions for me. Every other ingredient was already chopped nicely on the counter.

“Daddy is mean, Daph.”

“Yes, baby, he is one mean giant.” I exaggerated with a feigned horror, making Taylor giggle.

“Get to work if you two want to eat.” Kieran scoffed, stopping whatever he was doing and gave us his full attention.

“What if we don't? Will you starve us?” I dared. He smiled knowingly.

“I just might.” He retorted. I was about to say something nasty when the doorbell rang and barely a second later the door opened.

“Baby!" A sharp, annoying voice we all knew echoed. Instinctively, a growl tore off my throat as I sniffed the air just to confirm my suspicion.

Janice!