52
Bitch Keira
“Come on, sweetheart…time to wake.” I heard Draven’s voice entering my subconscious and I frowned, wondering what had happened? The last thing I remembered was Draven pulling me in for a kiss, telling me I was perfect one minute and then the next speaking an ancient language to me. I remembered eyes of fire. I remembered his voice, a deep and throaty growl lacing his words, but then one softer when telling me what those words had finally meant.
‘Slave, that ties my soul.’ That was what he had said to me. Now what had he meant by that? And now what was happening to him…was he back? I was almost too afraid to open my eyes and find out.
“Hey, come on now and open those pretty eyes for me,” he said, and I felt his warm touch against my cheek, so this time I placed my trust in his voice. I opened my eyes and saw that it was now light outside, asking myself once again what had just happened.
“There she is, there’s my girl…good morning, sweetheart,” he said before kissing me gently on the lips.
“What happened?” I asked him whilst rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and trying to make sense of the last few hours. I knew it hadn’t all been a dream because I could still feel the wonderful evidence of last night’s tenderness between my legs. I could also see that we were still in my ‘prison room’ in the tower and sunlight was beaming through the tall windows.
“I think it’s called passing out after incredible sex,” Draven said on a chuckle, with a cocky smirk. Well, at least that look told me that Draven didn’t remember all that happened after we’d had one of the most incredible nights together. I know that he had touched my birthmark, the one no one could see. But the one Pythia assured me was still there. And I think that after last night, that was easy to confirm. But this just begged the question, that if Draven’s demon had come out to play at the end, then what did he play with exactly…as I remembered none of it?
After this strange morning of at least ten whole minutes of asking myself why, Draven soon took my mind off it as we spent time being lazy in bed together. We talked about everything and nothing as couples usually do. But it was times in the past I was interested in, as I couldn’t get the image of Draven in the VIP out of my head. I wish I could have just asked him about it, but then again, I shouldn’t have known about any of it in the first place, as I hadn’t been there. So, I asked him a different way.
“Can I ask you a question?” I mused, half lounged over his bare chest, as I was currently running circles around his flat nipples with my fingertip and doing so with my breasts smushed up against him. I looked up to find him staring at the impressive cleavage my position created and at first, I thought he hadn’t heard me. Obviously being elsewhere…lost and maybe somewhere the hills were giant breasts with rivers of breast milk running in between and he was currently riding on a magic carpet nipple across Boob land. But then he answered me and smashed the boob illusion
“I think with this bountiful view I am currently enjoying, you will find me susceptible to answering any of your questions,” he teased making me pinch his nipple in return and making me laugh when he complained,
“Oww!” Although, I knew it didn’t hurt, as I had seen the impossible happen to him and never once had I heard him saying ‘Oww’. Which was why I called him,
“Baby.” Then once my teasing him was through and after I kissed the fake hurt away, I leant back and asked him,
“Did you ever want to just do things the normal way and ask me out?” He looked taken back by my question for a moment and then totally shocked me by saying,
“Keira, don’t you realise, I didn’t just wish I could simply ask you out like any normal man would, I also wished for the first time in my life that I could be that normal man.”
“You did?!” I asked nearly reaching high pitch levels.
“But of course, do you not see how much that would have been simpler, if I had just met you in my club that first night, and instead of feeling frustrated with myself that I couldn’t just have you, I would have just asked you to join me for a drink like any normal man would…like I wanted to,” he told me, sending my mind on a trip down memory lane. I remembered how he had first stopped at the table, staring at me as if battling with himself on what to do with the sight of me. At the time, of course, to me it had just been another intimidating time where Draven just looked unimpressed and annoyed at my presence. But then his actions usually always contradicted these times.
“But in the end what I had been left with was to stalk you in the shadows or the through the eyes of others. The only times I felt like I could breathe easy in the day was when you would start work under my roof and therefore I knew I had you under my protection.” Hearing this sweet confession, I placed a hand to his cheek before reaching up to kiss him. It wasn’t a mad passionate kiss that would lead to us being naked, because well, we were still naked. But instead, one that spoke only of the love I had for him, not for the passion he knew burned as always.
It wasn’t long after this moment that Draven suddenly went tense in my arms and I pulled back to see him concentrating.
“Sophia needs to see me,” he told me after a few seconds. After this he told me that behind one of the partitioned walls I should find some clothes in my size, which made my lips twitch this time, as I had been right…he had thought of everything. I already knew there was a bathroom behind the other as I had needed to use this not long after waking up.
So, after no time at all, I was just kicking my feet into some brand-new navy converse shoes that I was already claiming from this room as ones I wouldn’t be bringing back. In fact, when looking through the racks and drawers of clothes when looking for something to wear, I had already decided that I had fallen in love with most of them. After all, it was a waste to just leave them here, right? As they were all brand new and all in my size and style. I knew Sophia had definitely been involved in this one.
“Are you ready?” Draven asked me after using the bathroom himself as he now looked as if he’d had a quick shower. His hair looked as though he’d just rubbed a towel over it for a few seconds as it was mainly still wet at the ends. He was also wearing a lot more than he walked in here with, which made me wonder if he too had his own secret stash of clothes in here. You know, for all those nights he intended to spend ‘making me fall in love with him’. A task I think he would have accomplished in less than twenty-four hours, that was for sure.
So, with him now looking sexy in his long sleeved light grey t shirt and his charcoal jeans and black boots, I could then take about twenty hours off that first statement. I was wearing a navy blue long sleeved top, with light blue jeans and a chunky knit, white cardigan that was hooded and tied around the waist with a belt.
I then watched as he picked up the key he had taken off at some point during the night, as when he had woken me it had been gone. He walked over with it now in his hand and unlocked the door, after first staring at it in his palm for a while. I don’t know why he did this as he seemed to be fixated with something, but then just before I could ask him, he looked back at me and asked if I was ready to leave. I decided to let it go for now.
“Yeah, but can I ask what this is about?” I asked but swiftly after this question I wished I hadn’t, as his answer had me nearly falling back to the bed…
“It was about Takeshi.”
We were making our way through the halls of his castle, both in silence. Me, because I was on edge, thinking the worst and wondering what would happen the second Draven knew what had been going on. And his silence was probably because he was wondering what was wrong with me.
“You look deep in thought, pet,” he said giving my hand a squeeze.
“Oh, do I?” I said in what must have been an unconvincing tone as he gave me a look that said it all. But even if he hadn’t, his next question did,
“Alright come on Keira, out with it.”
“It’s nothing, just wondering about Takeshi, that’s all,” I said because this wasn’t exactly a lie.
“He will be fine, and I am hoping now to find him awake, but as I told you, this is nothing I want you worrying over, as I will handle whatever it is…yes?” he said, stopping me when I didn’t reply straight away and with a small tug on my hand, I was being pulled into his arms.
“Keira, I need to hear the words,” he told me, bringing my face up to his so that he could look at me when I lied.
“Yes Draven, I will let it go,” I said knowing that right now I had to use the words carefully so that he didn’t know exactly what I was going to let go of. I know it was tricky but what else could I do? I couldn’t exactly say to him, ‘ah that maybe very well my dear, but I think you will find in this instance it’s me you have to leave it up to, as if you knew what I did, you would probably do something stupid like leave me again just to make it safe.’ Nope, not a chance.
“Good girl,” he said kissing my forehead and making me growl as it sounded far too patronising. However, this just made him laugh. Then, to change the subject, I took note of all the battle scenes on the walls again and said,
“I am sensing a theme here, Draven.”
“You mean worrying about things that you should leave to me?” he said making me poke at him and say, shouting the first bit and then struggling to find the right word at the end,
“NO! I mean all the war… stuff!” He laughed at this and repeated,
“Stuff…you mean paintings, tapestries, that type of stuff?” he mocked and for some reason this made me really mad.
“Oh, just forget it!” I snapped, storming off and shocking him with my girl bitch paddy. Yep, I think Pip was right, I had some serious pregnant hormones kicking in.
“Hey, Keira wait up!” he shouted, laughing at the sight of me stomping down the hallway and then catching up to pull me back gently.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you,” he said gently, but his smile also told me he was finding my reaction funny too.
“You don’t look very sorry!” I told him, pulling my arm from his hand and folding them across my chest. Again, he looked as if he wanted to burst out laughing as a smirk played at the corner of his lips. Which again, made him look as if he was trying not to laugh, which in turn just made me huff out loud, spin on a heel and march back down the hallway again. I think, after this, he decided the safest road to walk down during this ‘preggy freak out’ was to give me space and follow me from a safe distance behind.
We found Sophia in one of the sitting rooms, as eventually I had to wait for Draven to show me the way, doing so like a gentleman as he would hold his arm out in the direction I should go. Which ended up just pissing me off more as he would always smile down at me like he adored me and found this whole thing adorably cute…and funny.
“Hey, I wondered where you two…whoa, okay what’s wrong this time?” she said the second she saw my scowling face.
“Nothing, ask him!” I snapped not understanding why I was so annoyed anymore, but I just was. Wow, being pregnant was weird. It was like I knew I was being a bitch, but I just couldn’t help it. Sophia looked to her brother questioningly and without looking at him, I heard the amusement in his voice without needing to see the smile I knew was there.
“She got angry because I repeated her words in a mocking tone, thus teasing her,” he answered, not sounding at all affected by this.
“Oookay, I have to say that doesn’t sound like the worst thing you’ve ever done,” she commented dryly, but then one look at me and she quickly changed her tune, addressing her brother again and saying,
“I meant, Dom, you bastard, how could you!?” Then she turned back to me and asked,
“Was that better?” At this Draven burst out laughing, making me growl at them both this time.
“Right, well I can see that I am not needed in this conversation, so I will just go,” I snapped walking away.
“Holy shit, she really is pissed off,” Sophia commented as if it was the first time she had seen me in a mood. I even stormed past Pip with only a head nod in greeting.
“Ooowee what’s up her Nelly, as I know it’s not his elephant if she is looking that pissappointed?” Pip asked Sophia creating what sounded like a new word for pissed off and disappointed rolled into one, making Draven groan in what now sounded like frustration.
“She’s pissed at my brother,” Sophia told her as I could still hear them all talking about me.
“For what, killing kittens and making a game out of it?” Pip said.
“For teasing her,” Draven replied sternly.
“Oh…ahhh, oh okay, so I know what this is,” Pip said as if now hit by a ‘eureka’ moment. Sophia didn’t ask, but must have done some gesture at her for the next sentence was,
“It’s the hormones. Apparently, it’s not uncommon for someone expecting to also be expected to get pissy and often. The slightest thing can usually set them off, so if I were you I would hurry up, my Lord,” Pip said.
“And do what? I think it’s obvious that I am the one pissing her off,” Draven replied, and I was getting too far across the room now to hear anything other than Pip’s reply.
“My advice…Go grovel, King.”
The next thing I felt was Draven’s arms wrapping around me from behind and his face came to my neck to whisper into the sweet spot he knew he would find there.
“Hey now, come on sweetheart, I am truly sorry if you found my teasing insensitive…please don’t go.” The second he said this I felt like the biggest bitch ever and turned in his hold and hugged him, declaring,
“I am so sorry, I am being a hormonal bitch and I took it out on you…please don’t hate me!” I said as he held the back of my head to his chest and rubbed my back in a soothing way. I could see side on that Pip was giving him the thumbs up.
“It’s okay, hush now, it wasn’t your fault, you’re just going to be a little more sensitive than usual.” I tensed in his hold and then repeated,
“A little more sensitive than usual?”
“Oh no.” I heard Pip say as I watched when her thumbs up dance stopped and she smacked her forehead instead.
“More sensitive than usual?” I repeated again when Draven looked as though he didn’t know where to put himself. Then he looked back to the girls as if needing their guidance.
“Back pedal!” Pip shouted, meanwhile I growled up at him and started walking away again.
“What the hell does that mean?!” Draven shouted back.
“Retreat! Abandon ship...TRY SOMETHING ELSE!” Pip shouted louder this time, after he obviously didn’t understand Pipisms yet.
“Fuck this!” Draven growled, and the next minute I was spun back around and before I had time to argue, he framed my face with both his hands and leant down to kiss me. And when I say kiss me, I mean really kiss me, to the point that angry pregnant hormones were being overtaken by horny ones, as I was close to climbing him like a stripper’s pole!
I think at one stage even Pip was wolf whistling and Sophia was applauding us. He let me down after I was panting because at some point he must have picked me up to be able to deepen the kiss.
“Okay, so for future reference, that right there, is how you handle a hormonal pregnant sensitive lady,” I told him on a deep sigh, making him chuckle before agreeing,
“That, my beautiful wife, I promise I can do.”