Chapter 92: Chapter 92

Miatta

Within me, I was worried, troubled by my encounter with Beta Logan but I didn't want Lucas to discover my discomfort. Therefore, I had taken some time to relax my nerves in the bath shed before presenting myself to my mate. Distracting him with my body was a tool that worked immensely and while he was busy dwelling on how fast he could get me back in bed, I was battling to keep my mind in check.

“Are you trying to kill me, Miatta?” he asked huskily, doing that throaty groan he knew I liked. I preferred when he did it close to my ears, in my mouth or at the entrance of my wet orifice but I would take it however he wished to give it.

“No. I'm sorry,” I feigned a sad countenance, bringing my fingers to my moist lips. “I didn't realize that I wore you out last night. Guess you are not as virile as you used to be.” I tried to walk around him but met a broad, solid chest. My dart must have hit close to home and if I knew anything about Lucas’ pride, it was that he would find a way to prove me wrong.

“You, wore me out?” he accused, capturing my wrists with his big palms. “I will show you just how virile I am.” He plucked me off the ground in a split second and carried me back to bed. Half an hour later, I laid on him silently, dragging my nails through the smattering of hair on his chest. His breathing was light and calm, reflecting his mood without him speaking. I was sore once again after he had ‘proved’ himself and sweaty, ruining the effect of having an early bath. He stared up at the ceiling, humming in satisfaction with his arms around me. We were almost picture perfect, the ideal power couple.

“Lucas?”

“Yes, sweet?” he responded, giving me his face. His adoration shone in his eyes and I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for the wrestling match?”

He lifted his eyes back to the wooden ceiling boards, his countenance darkening. Perhaps I had touched a sensitive topic that he didn't want to talk about. I placed my palm on his flat tummy and smoothened the curly hair I found there. Lucas was deliciously hairy and I could think of the many ways I could tease him with them as a weapon. I was once considered wicked in the past but with Lucas, I had achieved the grand height of being evilly inventive.

“Well? I had assumed you would be doing some final training ahead of time. I would love to see this power house you are packing in action. I'm sure the other females will drool over you and I will try to restrain from tearing out their eyeballs as much as I can.”

He rewarded my dark joke with a deep-throated chuckle, a hand roaming in my hair. “I don't care what other females do, sweet. I only have eyes for you, no other. As for my wrestling match, I have till the evening before I have to participate because I am the defending champion and I only have to fight whoever wins out of the main contest.” He shrugged lightly and snaked his palm underneath the sheets to fondle my ass. I gasped, not anticipating his rough move and pinched him on his arm. He winced, hissing out from the mild discomfort and let go of my ass. I was still basking in his words earlier and he went ahead to ruin the effect for me. I had nothing to fear if he had only one fight but Beta Logan’s words rang in my ears continuously:

“You are a danger to the Prince. It would be in both your interests if you leave him be. You don't deserve his affections and he deserves a lot more than you. He will be wrestling today and he does not need distractions from the likes of you.”

Was the Beta right? Was I indeed a distraction to Lucas? I had only started appreciating his company and I was already been called a distraction by the third most powerful man in Red Bone lycan pack. Being around Lucas made me happy but I would rather let him go than be a hindrance to his progression. I felt a tug on my hair and I lifted my head to look at him.

“Miatta, what's the matter? I was talking to you and you zoned out. Is something wrong?” His dark eyes bore into mine, searching for the secrets of my soul.

“Nothing,” I hastily replied, kneading my forehead with my small fingers. “Perhaps, I am more tired than I thought I was. How about you go take a bath while I catch up on some sleep?”

He squinted, never taking his eyes off mine. He must have realized that I had changed the subject skillfully and was waiting for further explanation. I faked a yawn to throw him off my scent and rolled away to the vacant part of the bed. He laid beside me for a few minutes before leaving me behind in the big bed. That day, he needed all his concentration and I wouldn't be the one to cause his defeat.

Lucas

I sat on my bed after my bath while she stood before me, combing my wet, thick sheaf with a bony comb. I had to hunch over a little to bring my head to her eye level though I was sitting and I could feel the swell of her breasts against my forehead. My fists balled the sheets under them, restraining myself from groping at her. She carried on silently, increasing my suspicion that there was something bothering her. The Miatta I knew was vocal, physical and full of light. The one standing in front of me was cold and mute, combing my hair indifferently. I wanted her to pull at it wildly, complain that I needed to cut it short and then warn me never to cut it short when she was clinging onto it for dear life during mating. When I went down on her, her claws made short work of my hair, disarraying the mass of locks.

Asking her what was wrong again would be looking for trouble. On the other hand, I would choose her warm anger over the silent treatment. I drew her closer and hugged her, my face pressed against her stomach. Her hands fell off my hair and hung beside her motionlessly.

“I’m here for you, Miatta and I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I can't help it when I know that you are in some kind of trouble and you can't tell me about it.”

She whimpered and moved away from me, allowing me to sit up to my full length. Her hazel eyes were stormy with withheld tears and she tossed the comb across the room. I gave her some time to calm down, hoping that whatever it was, she would confide me eventually. Pushing her would only result in her pushing back and we would get nowhere.

“I'm fine,” she lied, blinking furiously to hold back her tears. “I'm. . . fine. Get dressed, please.”

I wasn't ready to let go of my stance. She was hiding something from me and I would pry it out of her somehow.

“Please, Lucas! Stop looking at me like I'm a broken doll you have to fix! I am fine. I'm just hungry and irritable. Just hormones, maybe.” When I did not move an inch, she cursed loudly and stomped out of my room, banging the door childishly.