Steel Me
Myranda and Metas had retired to their chambers just so they could both prepare themselves for the coming battle. Neither were worried much about the Alpha's capabilities - they were more worried about his mouth and they damage he could do with that.
"Are you ready?" Metas asked as he looked over his mate's mismatched eyes and then leaned in to put his forehead to hers.
"Me? What about you? I was going to ask if you were excited," Myranda returned with a soft chuff.
"Very much so. I am just making sure you are with me before battle starts," Metas replied with a measured tone, but she could feel it thump hard against his chest as she came near to nuzzle into his neck.
"I am always with you, Metas" she answered with affection and leaned into his large form so she could rest her chin just behind the back of his ears.
He let out a small laugh and tilted his head to rest on her clavicle. "I would have not thought you'd say those words to me a few mere months ago. It is funny how the strings of life work, yes?"
She replied with a soft chuckle of her own and agreed with a gentle nod.
"We should gather up everyone before we bring Silas out," Myranda offered as she kept her body lovingly wrapped around his. "Then, a feast after your victory."
"I do not go into a battle thinking I will win. It is foolish, and I expect Silas to cheat or fight dirty, which could ultimately lead to my defeat," Metas replied with worry in his chest that she could feel.
"You are smarter than he is, Metas. You are stronger. You are more valorous. You are the true Alpha King. I believe you will prevail, even if he fights with cheap tricks. Everyone is cheering for you," Myranda replied and tried to channel her contentment towards him in hopes it would calm him before he psyched his own self out.
"Should I win, we will all have a feast, and later I am going to make love to you where we will be undisturbed. To slay a foe, and then lay with my wife sounds like the ending to a perfect day," he mused out.
"Oh, will you?" She asked as though she wasn't already excited by his words.
"Indeed, I will." He said with finality as though he had foreseen the future.
"Promises, promises" she teased and gave the back of his right ear a playful lick.
"Vows, my sweet. Vows." Metas said once again with belief.
"I love you, Metas" she sighed out tenderly and closed her eyes to enjoy his scent and the sanctity of the moment that was isolated to just the two of them. She had missed having him all to herself. It felt like eons ago that they had the cave to themselves.
"I love you, Myranda. I will always love you" he swore and laid his head against her back in order to rub his face against her as though to mark her with his scent. It was an ancient instinct they still had, but everyone knew that wasn't how it worked.
"Should we prepare for your fight?"
"I suppose. I do need to stretch,"
"You know, you could do that by making love to me now," she hinted.
"As tempting as that is, I must turn you down. It will help me fight better. As I said - first, fight - then we feast, and then I fuck you tenderly," Metas answered with that same reassuring tone from earlier.
"Very well - but it had better be worth the wait," she let out with a jest.
"It will. As much as I am ashamed to admit it, I am not exactly an inexperienced lover," he confessed (as though she didn't already suspect that).
"That's fine. As long as I don't disappoint you, then it will go well. I am entirely inexperienced, just a warning" she replied warmly, and took in a long, slow inhale.
"No warning needed. We can take it slow.....Perhaps we should stop this conversation before I become too distracted?" Metas answered and gave a soft chuckle.
"Damn you for taking my fun away," she replied with fake disappointment.
"There will be much fun later to have - for now, we need to stop holding one another and I need to stretch and get my head right," he pointed out with a forlorn sigh.
"Come then, let me help you."
The air was so loose and warm as the two of them spent their time preparing for the retribution everyone had been looking for since Silas' capture.
The same could not be said for Silas, who at this very moment was dealing with his own preparations.