Olivia Blake
The ache in my step didn't let up as I made my way downstairs to have breakfast. Caleb hadn't woke me that morning- which had been strange, but I had needed the rest after the night before. When my foot hit the last step, I heard his little niece giggle, and it continued as I walked into the kitchen. Where I found Caleb at the breakfast bar with Krissy, crayons and paper all strewn about as Lara cooked at the stove. The woman looked wildly together and preppy given her situation and my mate's needed aid in it.
“Morning.” Caleb, of course, was first to notice my presence.
“Morning...” My yawn accompanied my greeting as I stopped at the island next to Krissy. The little girl intently drew a picture of the sun and grass. “That's such nice coloring.”
“Oh, thank you, Aunty Olivia!”
It made me blush and pause, only to have to bear witness to Caleb and Lara staring at me. They both held different expressions though.
Caleb smiled. “How good are you with crayons?”
When I noticed the absolute ease he had about him, I had to infiltrate and enjoy it. “I don't color in the lines as good as Krissy.” I walked around to him on the stool as he chuckled from my reply. “What about you, Alpha Wyler?” I swore he knew what I was insinuating because when I got beside him on the empty seat he leaned in to kiss my cheek, which ended with a chaste bite on my neck. I got wiggly, his teeth leaving quick as Lara spun to face us, plate in hand. She put the hot food in front of Caleb with a blissful smile that put me off. How could she smile like that with a bruise that big on the side of her face?
Caleb fixed the dish in front of him and thanked her.
She prepared plates of food for Krissy and herself and then aimlessly said, “oh, Olivia, I'm sorry, I can whip up more.”
“Don't worry about it.” I swayed my head and then smirked. “Caleb has way more than he needs.”
He eyed me but when I slid my hand between his legs, he offered a forkful of food and I ate off it while grabbing his cock through his jeans. I diverted my eyes for a millisecond to see Lara's red face as she pretended not to watch us. It worked so I kept my hands all over him and something about that public display of affection had him sharing his entire meal with me – zero protests.
“Thank you for the breakfast, Lara.” Caleb slid off the stool away from me and I pouted enough so he'd see it.
“What are your plans for the rest of the day?” She asked him- fitting her role of a domesticated mother.
He put his plate in the dishwasher as he mulled over the answer. “Just work.”
The front door opened and in walked Johnathan seconds later. he greeted us all and gave Caleb a let's get to it expression.
“Do you have Jackson?” Lara suddenly blurted out.
Caleb wrinkled his nose, so slightly that I swore only I could notice it on him – it meant he didn't want to discuss it with her and I wondered how he'd react.
“Not at the moment, but it's not something to concern yourself with.”
Lara sighed as he walked toward me, avoiding her lifted hand to continue the conversation. He came to me and kissed my forehead. “I'll be in the office.”
I gripped his white shirt only for a second before he walked out of the kitchen with Johnathan, leaving me to sit antsy on my stool.
“So, how do you like him?” The clattering of Lara putting her plate in the washer pulled me out of my dreaming more than her question had.
I stumbled to answer her. “Uh, Caleb... he's...” She stared at me with a cock to her head. “He's great.”
“But you're not mated,” she whispered the last part, almost like it was offensive.
I guess that was obvious, aside from me thinking Lara knew more about his business than I would have liked – obviously we didn't have mated scent to us.
“We're taking it slow.”
“A mate to an Alpha like Caleb is like finding... gold.”
Okay, I got it. she thought he was the greatest thing since sliced bread and here was I, his mate – not mated to him. Got it.
“Like I said, we wanna take it slow.”
“It's just not his style,” Lara admitted while wiping down the countertops.
“What's his style?” I chuckled.
She looked up to shrug. “He likes to have things worked out. Of course, you know how organized he is.”
Yeah – but what did a sister-in-law know about Caleb Wyler's OCD?
“Sorry, not my business.”
I wanted to reply in one particular way but held back, knowing it would tick off Caleb. “I'll see you guys later. I'm gonna go see a friend for a bit.”
Krissy was the only one who waved me off with enthusiasm and though I'd made no plans to see Sara, I rushed to her house to see if she was home. While walking there though, I was stopped many times by other pack members to offer me congrats and even to speak with me about some pack affairs. By now, I figured the entire pack was well aware I was going to be Luna and this had gotten me some freaky notoriety. When I got to Sara's, she let me in, announcing her parents were out so my timing was good.
“How did your weekend go?”
“Not as expected.” I huffed, finally able to wipe my smile from my face.
“What do you mean?” She took a glob of peanut butter in her mouth as I followed her into the kitchen.
“Ugh.” I sat to the table, not wishing to repeat but knowing I had to. The story came out even more gory in detail than I planned, but all my friend seemed concerned about was how big his...
“But really, this big?” She mimicked my earlier measurement of Caleb's cock between her hands.
I shrugged. “Sure... anyway, his sister-in-law... she's totally strange.”
“Yeah.” Sara was now chowing down on a bag of chips. “Like, how are you not mated to him? Does he go really hard?”
“Oh my god!” I laughed at her. “Stop. I wanna talk about Lara.”
Sara looked bored. “Who cares about her? Unless you think he's fucked her?”
“Where the hell did that come from!” I stared at her blankly.
“Seriously, if she hasn't fucked him, then who gives a crap about her! Now – continue on about what you did in the hot tub, maybe more detail about the bed too.”
I groaned, rubbing my head and glancing at a clock – it was almost three in the afternoon, the time had flown by. “It's late, I better head back.”
“Why!” Sara exclaimed, “don't leave me hanging like this!”
I laughed at her. “You know everything.”
She eyed me in displeasure and followed me to the door as I slipped on my pair of fuzzy boots. “You think you'll mate tonight?”
“No way!” My heart leapt out of my chest. “Caleb said after a training session this week.”
“Gah.” She shook her head at me as I waved her off and headed back to the house. This time, not being stopped so many times and making it in the door with relief. I trailed Caleb's heavy scent up the stairs to the office, he'd obviously been there the entire day. I went to spin the knob but knocked instead.
“Come in.”
I poked my head inside to see him at his laptop, alone in the room, and my smile grew. “Hey.” I stepped inside and shut the door.
“How was your day?” He typed without looking up.
“Good, I went and saw Sara.”
“I see,” he mumbled, glancing at a paper and back to the computer. “How's she?”
“Okay, yeah – I'll go...” There wasn't a memo needed on how busy he appeared.
“No.” He paused his typing and looked up to me across the room. “Come here.”
I shifted on the spot before moving forward under the command.
Leaning back in his chair, he extended his hand to me and I came around the desk to take it. “You were a bad girl at breakfast.”
I bit my cheeks to stop my smirk. I hadn't seen this coming but it was a nice surprise. “What did I do?”
“Oh, don't play that game,” he chuckled, arranging and sitting me on the desk in front of him, his hands came to my hips.
“Cause' I played with your cock through your jeans?” I leaned toward him and put my hands on his tense shoulders. His muscles were taught and flexed, maybe from being stressed out most of the day but I didn't dare ask. Just the fact that I could recognize it on him told me enough.
He stared at me with a fire in his eyes burning so hot I could feel it torch me. Standing in a quick movement he came into my space bubble, making me giggle but that was stifled by the way he grabbed me around the throat. Gently at first, then the pressure increased. I stared up at him in shock, but not in fear.
“Babygirl...” His breath tickled my lips and I stayed paralyzed under his grip- loving every second, able to breath but weirdly becoming euphoric. “Suck me off.” He let me go and I felt to see the damages on my neck but there was nothing but the lightheadedness I loved.
He'd started to undo his jeans and I sunk to my knees like he wanted, awaiting the arrival of his thick cock. It flopped in front of my face once freed from his briefs and I went to suck. Though he grabbed my hair and pulled me back, sitting at his chair and then loosening his hold, running his fingers tenderly through my locks. “Under the desk, Olivia.”
I gulped and inched back under the enclosed space while he wheeled himself in position. It was me and his blood filled cock under there, nothing else and I curled between his legs to put his erection deep in my throat.
He muttered something of reprieve and I began to enjoy it from that moment on, even with his continued typing on the desktop above my head. His once in a while grunts and groans had me chasing his release, and just as I felt it would come – the door of the office opened.
“Caleb, here's the files. They're ready for the meeting when you are.” Johnathan's heavy steps approached the desk and I pulled back in panic, but Caleb's hand was fast, grabbing my head and hair and shoving my mouth back on his cock. My eyes widened when I realized what he expected – that I would do this while he had a fucking meeting!