Misty

[51] Ready-I

Day 2

Rolling on bed, raising my knee to get as comfortable as I could under the quilt, I breathed in sleep.

"Misty, fuck! Put the leg down."

My eyebrows furrowed while I felt someone touching my knee and sliding it down to turn my leg straight.

I opened my eyes roughly, looking at a blurry face from under the quilt. Two tearful eyes were staring at me.

My heart jolted and eyes opened fully. I pushed away the quilt and finally observed the reddish cheeks. Rubbing my eyes, I tried to speak but my throat was clenched in cold. I needed warm water.

"What happened to you?" I choked out in pain. "Gosh. I need coffee." I rubbed my neck.

She sniffled while wiping her eyes and staring at me. Laying on her stomach, she was looking at me.

"Keira, I am clueless." I told her while rubbing my eyes. Looking at my finger, a hair from eyelash had fall off. God. I hated it. I already didn't have that long or thick lashes. "Do you know how bad it is to cry early morning?"

The sky was all bluish white. The sun was yet to rise. Which meant that we had slept just for five or six hours. I remember sleeping after midnight.

"I did something wrong. I am pathetic." She wept while covering herself with quilt.

I blinked while slowly, the glimpses from last night came in my mind. "If I want I can make you lick my feet."

The quilt moved away while she stared at me in shock. "How do you know?"

I gave her an amused look. "Be glad, I forgot I had a camera. I didn't click any proofs of how you dominated Ivan's poor ass. What else did you make him lick?" I teased.

Her face turned sad while eyes closed as more tears leaked. My smile faded.

"I thought that he was so sad. I could distract him by going closer to him. I myself will have some fun and he will forget his pain. I asked him to give me my first orgasm. . ."

"You did what?" I gasped while moving closer to her.

She covered her face with quilt. I removed it slowly while looking at her. "Keira, what happened?"

She gulped. "I thought that I could be a little petty and use him to quench my sexual desire. He took me to the home that his father has named for him and his mate. Having orgasms was a far thing when I observed the whole house. He turned extremely conscious and nervous that I was looking at the house that could be my next home."

I blinked, listening to her confused thoughts.

"The rooms and furniture were giving me churns. I realized that I forced him into bringing me there. And then, he said that he couldn't touch me when I was almost in heat. It will add to his pot of sins. I understood his point."

Keira closed her eyes and said, "But those two glasses of bear were getting to me. I got off the bed and went to him. He was standing near the window. I kissed him. He was numb at first but then, he responded."

"Did you like it?" I asked.

She lowered her eyes. "I don't know, Misty. Because within next two seconds, he smelled my arousal. He pulled himself back and started worrying that my heat was closer. He said that we should get apart or it could be dangerous. He was going crazy with all the hard breathing."

"Then?" I asked with wide eyes.

Keira gulped hard. "He was continuously denying. I got so angry that I. . ."