Leah's Fate

Leah's POV

He stared at me for a moment without speaking, and I was starting to feel that I was too direct with my question. But was it a bad question?

I didn't think so.

"About myself?" His eyes held a playful gaze.

His playful eyes made me feel that everything was off about him, but I couldn't point out anything. It wasn't like I'd tried to, but I was already accepting defeat even without making an effort.

"Yes, I want to know about you. I should know things about my fated mate, shouldn't I?"

He nodded multiple times. "Sure, you should know everything about me. It's important."

I let out a partial smile, sitting on the bed like an audience who was waiting to watch a performance. "Start now, I'm all ears."

There was a small chair in the room, like a footstool. He brought it close to my legs, and sat on it. His face was too close to mine such that I could feel his breath on me.

"I would have a lot to say." His hands rested on my thighs. "Tell me exactly what you want to know… I can start throwing light from there. How is that?"

I nodded. I turned my face away from him, looking outside the windows, trying to think of something I could ask. But his face being too close to me was too intense.

"Could you move backwards from me?" I had to tell him.

"Am I suffocating you?"

"No, it's not that… I would feel better if you move backwards a bit. It's nothing much." I had to do some explaining just so he wouldn't read far beyond the lines.

And then his hands touched my hair, packing them backwards so my face became well detailed to him. He was smiling. Our topic of knowing more about him was already fading off as though we had intended for pleasure.

"It takes a gradual process to get the details about people." His eyes fisted on my breasts.

His strange gestures were making room for confusion.

"Tell me anything," I said. "I could start from there."

"For a starter, I have no parents," he said.

"You're an orphan?"

"Yes."

He stood up from the stool, and walked around the room, having me turn my head to look at him. He stopped right in front of me, fixed his eyes on me for about a minute, and sat beside me.

"Have you heard any rumors about me?" He asked.

Rumors? What was I supposed to tell him? Tell him what Andrea had told me?

"I haven't heard… What do people say about you?"

"I don't know." He shrugged. "Because I barely pay attention to anything called 'rumor', why should I care about that?"

My muscles relaxed when his gaze on me had become mild. His fingers touched the mate mark he had imprinted on me, and I felt a certain kind of connection. I saw him visualized in my mind like a trance, but he did not let his picture last in my mind for more than a minute. He unhooked the buttons of my blouse, exposing my nipples.

"Gerald…" I gasped, releasing a deep breath on him as my hand caressed his long hair. "I don't know you, but this connection between us…"

Maybe it was because I had no experience about what it felt like to have a mate. I couldn't compare the experience with the feeling I had with Amon.

"It's because you don't realize that you already know a lot about me. You might just be chasing clout."

His tongue sucked on my nipples, and my body stiffened, dismissing all the thoughts I had in mind about him. About him not being a normal werewolf, and the subtle ideas Cristine was passing to me.

All those thoughts melted down.

He pulled my skirt down, throwing it on the floor beside the bed like a rag. His tongue traced down my body, mixing it up with kisses, and I was shaking on the bed.

And then, he focused on my pussy, sucking me out.

"Gerald… Gerald…"

His tongue did a zigzag movement on my clit, and his mid finger went into my warm hole, going slow at first, and gradually picking up pace.

"There's so much more about mates that you don't know," he said. "It's not just a sexual relationship."

He had stopped touching my body, but I hadn't cum, and the urge had not reached its peak.

"Gerald?" I'd been waiting for him to insert his length, but realized he was just looking over at me. "I didn't finish…"

"I would have loved to see you in your wolf form."

"Not now!" I groaned, pulling the bedspread off. "You should make me finish since you started it!"

My voice must have been loud, but I didn't care about it. My body was set on fire by him, but he was not intending to continue. That was punishment that I couldn't bear. My clit was starting to throb, begging for his attention.

"Sorry…" He goes down to suck my clit, resuming the pleasure, and this time more intense.

But why had he stopped? And his facial expression. I had no clue. The pleasure was good enough to cloud my mind.

He sucked for a while, and then took off his clothes. His length rubbed my pussy's entrance, up to my clit, and the anticipation I had increased.

He slid in slowly, filling me up. I wrapped my hands around him, pulling him close for our bodies to rub against each other all through the process. He started with a consistent rhythm, but gradually took up pace, and sometimes, made it inconsistent.

"Hmmmm…." The fluid from my pussy shot out with force, and my legs were shaking like I had been trekking a long distance.

I left the bed for the bathroom, and he came with me under the shower as I washed myself. His eyes steadied on me again, and he offered to wash me up.

"I was with Amon for over a month," he said.

Amon's name was resounding in my mind. What business had he got to do with Amon, my ex-lover?

I could tell he was waiting to see the reaction on my face, but no, he knew nothing about Amon and I being together, even my father knew nothing about us being together. At first, I had planned not to involve him in issues concerning my relationships.

Things hadn't been smooth between us and we had become like strangers, such that he had no idea of Amon being my lover. Or maybe he didn't know because he didn't care to.

"What about Amon?" I asked.

I did not want to hear anything that had to do with Amon from him as it gave me the impression that he was prying into my personal life. Personal life? or what I was hiding from him?

"I met his mate," he said. "Her name is Claudia… He told me she's the only girl he had ever loved, that he had to leave his ex-lover for her." His hands went all over my body as he said these.

But what if he knew I was the ex-lover? That shouldn't be an issue, I thought, but his talking about them was taking me back to the scene when Amon had come with Claudia, calling her his mate, and dumping me aside.

"I saw love between them," Gerald said.

That triggered the pain I felt, but he was still talking about them without a clue that he didn't want to listen. He could be he knew I had something with Amon, and therefore had full details of the breakup.

"You have to stop!" I blew out at him.

But he didn't react, turned off the shower, and was using the towel that was hung at the door to clean me up.

"I saw clues that he came to this pack, but I didn't see him…"

I got a bitter taste in my mouth. Everything screamed that he knew more than I thought, and it might just be that he had the idea that Amon was trying to get back at me.

"Amon had tried to kill me, but because he knew less of me, there was nothing he could do against me." His face showcased worry, the first weakness I'd seen in him.

"He… He tried to kill you?"

He just nodded, and I immediately wore a gown to leave. I should have stayed to talk with him about it, but the thoughts of Amon were giving me a sick feeling.

"Gerald, I have to go… I won't be back in a day or two."

I got to the door, but turned back to look at him. I got the feeling that my walking away from him was rude, especially when he was talking about how he had almost been killed.

"Sorry," I said.

I turned the doorknob, and was about to step out.

"Leah." He called me. "Last night you were outside…"

My whole body stood on end. He might have had the idea that I had gone out to meet up with. My palms are sweaty, and I was rubbing them on my gown.

"Tell me," he left the bed to come closer to me. "Do you still have a connection with Amon?"