Blessing from the Goddess

Myranda didn't hear any guests arrive as she was deep into her personal petting session. Without knowing anyone was there, she let out a moan and called Metas' name sweetly as her fingers stirred her perfect pink pearl faster and faster so that she could reach climax.

...and just as she was-

"I hope you have clothes in there...and hopefully nothing else..." Jyriah called and slapped his hands over his mouth as he realized what exactly they had walked in on.

"Why? What did you do to my clothes, Jyriah?" she demanded. "--and why are you here listening to my personal shower habits!? You're weird!"

"Just answer my question first - Goddess" he whined overly-exasperated.

"Yes. Now tell me what you did to my clothes," she insisted.

"Oh, I didn't do anything - I just didn't want you to come out gross and naked- Ow!" He started, but stopped at the sound of a slap.

"I hope Joss just hit you so hard just now" Myranda teased and gave out a laugh.

"Get dressed and come out here please, we need to talk" Metas' voice came seeping into her ears like thick, sweet wine.

Myranda seized and squeezed her towel tight to her chest in agony.

'...Is he here to deny me? Maybe he actually wants to see me?....Did...did he hear me?'

The trio of males heard an entire scuffle and a slew of sounds from behind the door. She dropped things, knocked things over, and if their ears were right, she broke something.

Jyriah failed to keep his laughter from exploding out of his mouth, and had to excuse himself from the room. Sister or not - she was going to be his Luna, and he would have to learn to respect her (not today, though).

"Oh grow up," Joss huffed and followed his mate out into the main portion of the bakery, as he wanted to give his Alpha and Luna some time alone together in a safe environment. He even had the foresight to close the door to her room as he left.

Metas was ready to question Joss' actions, but realized that he was very much ready to meet his mate face to face and within the privacy of four walls.

He waited on pins and needles as multiple sounds and soft curses emitted from under the door. The scent of strawberries and peaches wafted into his nose, but he could smell the bright 'spice' that was Myranda's scent.

Had he heard her correctly when he walked in? Was she...? Had she called his name, or was that just his hopes?

His heart pounded, and only pushed against his chest harder when the doorknob turned and opened.

She walked out in a set of pajamas that he found quite sexy for it just being a regular set of green sleeping pants and a loose light blue shirt. He still felt the same thing the first time he saw her just weeks ago, and a smile erupted on his face.

Myranda was terrified at first when she finally stood before him with nothing in the way - not even nature. Her breath was quick and hot, and each mouthful of air had a taste of Metas' scent in it, which further intoxicated her, and made her want more than just a staring contest.

Both of them were a little afraid to talk, and spent a good thirty seconds staring at each other to gauge their respective expressions.

"Hi," she said shyly and pushed a long piece of her black hair behind her ear.

"Hello again," he said softly and carefully, as though she were a bird ready to fly off.

"How are you doing?" she asked awkwardly.

"Better now that we're here together," the Alpha said smoothly and smiled as her eyes glittered.

Her cheeks started to heat up again, and the bridge of her nose was already glowing red.

"Do you... mean that?" Myranda asked as she gazed into his endless gold eyes.

"Every word" he answered truthfully. "I am sorry if I caused you anguish. I never meant for you to feel as though I denied you."

"No-no - I'm sorry that I made you feel that way with my careless words. The way your eyes looked after I said what I did - it broke my heart. I never want to do that again," she revealed and dared to reach out for his hands, but stopped herself half-way.

"I will spend the rest of my days making it up to you, even if you rebuke me. Please believe my promise," he uttered with a soft voice and stepped closer to her as an invisible thread pulled him to her.

"I believe you, Metas. So, please believe me when I say that I will also make up my foul words to you for the rest of my life," she promised in return and found herself gravitating towards him.

She looked up to him, and he looked down to her with so many silent words between them. Even without moving their lips, they said it all in their gaze.

'I want you to kiss me - and then I want you to slam me on that bed over there...' she pleaded into his orbs of gold.

He heard her clearly, and leaned down to finally lock his lips against hers. He stopped himself from being too greedy too fast, and withheld the urge to seize and toss her on the bed just as she had asked inwardly.

Myranda pushed her feet up and pressed into him fully. She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and inhaled his scent through her nose as they shared their first embrace. He tasted so good - like a bitter dessert wine with a hint of clove. It was delicious, and it left her wanting more.

One kiss wasn't enough, they had to roll into another slowly while they both slid their tongues against the other's with intensity.

Metas couldn't help but pull her into him as his left arm snaked around her waist, and his right hand found the back of her head where he could hold her steady. The gentle taste and scent of peaches and cinnamon filled his sense with electricity, and once more he pulled her closer and stepped backwards until he sat on her bed, and she on in his lap.

Myranda had never ever before believed that destined mates, or mates in general were something special. In fact, she thought it was just others trying to show-off, or dramatize their feelings to compensate for an actual terrible relationship.

Now she knew it wasn't just stories or myths. He was real - and he was hers. The tingling and electric pulses to her heart were not figments of her imagination. Everything was authentic and substantial as her desire for him, and the idea of being whole saturated each and every nerve of her body.

The Goddess was indeed behind their union, and she promised silently to praise the divine being every day for Metas. She would re-do all of the suffering she had ever endured if it meant that they would be mates again - and again - and again.

It would be impossible for her to be without him now. If he wasn't here to take her with him, then she would find a way to break out and be by his side. She was his mate, and he was hers - and she finally accepted that.

With him here and in her presence, she wanted to take pure advantage of the situation. She wanted to finish what she had started in the shower, really... but she'd settle for what she could get.

They continued to share their oscillations and she could feel his pride as it hardened between her legs the longer she straddled him, and it emboldened her to tease him further, in hopes he would return her actions.

She pulled her shirt up and over her shoulder when they took their next break to breathe, and did not expect how hungrily Metas devoured her with his eyes. She was a little shy about her body - but was able to see past that when her mate's eyes roamed over her two large breasts that were free and begging him for a touch.

Her pink buds had hardened from the chill in the air, as well as from the gentle pinches and tugs from his fingers, as it seemed he couldn't resist her, either.

Metas hadn't planned on being so bold, so fast - but now he was certain she had moaned his name out, and was far more emboldened since she threw her shirt off.

"Did I interrupt something earlier?" Metas spoke into her ear with a deep seduction that caused a shiver to crawl down her spine.

It was involuntary when her inner walls clenched at the thought of him filling her already. She'd take absolutely anything he would give her, though - and Myranda had wished she had come out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel instead of the clothing that needed to be discarded.

Myranda wasn't sure what to say, as she had never been in this situation before - but after what felt like a long moment she settled on replying into his ear with a whisper to contrast his velvet words.

"You did....perhaps you can repay me?" Myranda wasn't sure why she was being so forward, maybe it was the longing, or the distance between them. Maybe it was the whole 'mates' thing... or maybe she was just downright attracted to him and wanted to make her shower dreams into reality.

He hadn't expected such a bold reply, and it made him grin in delight. Metas wasn't going to let her have the last tease, however. He knew already how to stir her desires - and he would have the last 'nip'.

Metas moved his lips to her ears, and gave her soft lobe a gentle tug with his teeth before he finished off with, "I will repay you as you desire, my mate...but you'll have to wait until we can be somewhere you can be loud enough for me to enjoy."

'Oh shit...' she breathed inwardly as her heart raced. It seemed their hunger and desire for one another was equally matched - and now she wanted to throw herself on a slab of rock so he could do as he pleased with her.