Carramel's POV
My knees are weak and wobbly as I walk from the toilet to the sink to wash me hands. I look at myself in the mirror and I barely recognize myself. My hazel eyes are low and hooded my irises wide, my gaze a bit heated even in this break in the waves of heat crashing down my body. My caramel face is red and warm to the touch, though blurry, my glasses abandoned somewhere in the room.
As I continue to stare at myself in awe, drying my hands in the process, I feel Jessie try and push past the metal barrier and say something to me but I ignore before I turn and shakily make my way to the kitchen.
I'm only wearing a pair of James' boxers, every other item of clothing making my skin itch and burn at the contact. Walking down the hallway I marvel at how clean and familiar it is, a picture perfect representation of my memories from when I was younger. I round the corner and shuffle into the kitchen, hands fluttering about at the sight that greets me.
James is bent over looking for something in the fridge, only in a pair of briefs and the view as Jessie's breaking through the barrier and growling a shiver of heat passing through me. I whimper and the noise has James standing upright and turning around. "Hey, bean." He greets with a smile and walks over to me, keeping a slight distance so he won't accidentally trigger another wave of my sex driven mind.
"Hi." I answer back shyly, unable to meet his eyes or his lips, knowing exactly where they were just forty minutes before.
"Want something to eat and drink? I brought some stuff from Kaulike I thought you might like." He tells me going back to the fridge.
"Can I have some water and a sandwich?" I ask quietly taking the opportunity to glance up and admire his mostly naked body. I walk over to the table and sit down, my short legs swinging against the chair as I wait for something to eat.
Keeping hydrated and fed during any physical monthly is important. If you don't take the time during you breaks to keep your body healthy, you could end up passing out or endangering yourself. At least that's what they taught us in Health class. James comes to the table with a bottle of water and the ingredients for a ham and cheese sandwich, passing the water to me and setting the rest of the stuff on the table across from my seat. He pulls his chair and and settles down into it, smiling at me before he begins to make food for our overheated and worked bodies.
"How are you feeling, Carramel?" He asks me as he opens the bread and lays it on a paper towel before picking up a butter knife and the jar of miracle whip.
I open my bottle of water from in front of me and take a sip, still choosing to avoid James' eyes. "I feel good. My knees are weak though." I admit shyly my cheeks burning hit at the admission.
He chuckles as he pulls out two slices of cheese to open and put in our sandwiches. "I'm not surprised. They were shaking quite a lot." He teases and my hands fly up to hide my cheeks from the furious blush that's trying to attack them.
"Shut up!" I whine not wanting to hear about all the shameful things I do as soon as James is around. Something about his hard lean body and his eyes hypnotize me into liking and doing stuff I didn't even know existed two weeks ago. He only laughs at me before his face gets a bit serious and his eyes cast a far away look. I want to ask what's wrong but afraid he'll get anger if I do.
"Carramel can I ask you a question?" He finally asks after having what seems like and internal war for a minute or two.
I hesitate to answer, my anxiety shooting up at the question. "Am I in trouble?" I ask in panic and he glances up form his sandwich with a frown.
"No, bean not at all." He answers as he assembles the sandwich and raises the knife to cut them into triangles- my favorite.
"Okay." I tell him giving him a wary go ahead to ask away. He takes a few moments to think before he opens his mouth again.
"Why don't you ever mention your wolf?" He asks me and I immediately tense. No no no he's not supposed to ask about this. I wildly panic, my legs stop swinging and I try to breath calmly. James looks back up and sees the expression on my face and immediately tried to calm me. "Oh, bean I'm sorry you don't have to." He always in regret but I shake my head.
"I was going to have to tell you at some point I guess." I tell him and I take a deep breath to continue, tears pricking my eyes as I do but James immediately stops me.
"No, baby, you don't have to. Not right now. We'll revisit another day when you're ready I'm sorry for asking." He says and I feel so bad, my tears refusing to go away. This man saved me from his father and kicked him out for me but I can't even tell him why I can't talk to my wolf. Pitiful.
I nod my head as if I understand and he takes a breath to relax again.
He gives me a reassuring smile before he slides one of the sandwiches over to me from the spot in front of him. I put up one of the triangle halves and bite into it, my stomach instantly thanking me for the food.
We eat in the few moments of silence, James finishing his food before me, as I start my second sandwich triangle. "Carramel?" He starts again and I answer warily, only being able to stop the tears a couple minutes ago, my sniffles enough to calm the rising eat that's trying to crash into me.
"Hmm?" I hum, my eyes snapping up to look at him before the slide back down to the table.
"Is it okay if Sloan talks to you?" He asks nervously as if assuming I'll say no, but I perk up, excited to meet the infamous sassy Sloan.
"Of course, I want to meet him." I tell him, voice full of excitement as I bounce in my chair happily. James gives me a quick smile before he closes his eyes and when he opens them again a moment later they're black.
"Carramel!" Sloan says, his voice higher than James and I smile and the warmth that I find in his eyes regardless of who's present.
"Hi, Sloan." I answer shyly, and I feel Jamie watching from the corner of my mind as I interact with my lover's wolf for the first time.
"Uhh this might be awkward for you but I wanted to talk to you about something." He admits and I don't miss the pretty blush that coats his cheeks and it triggers my own as I watch him.
"Oh okay." I say quietly not really knowing how to respond.
"Well, as harsh as this might sound, you and James aren't the only one going through your Monthly." He says softly and I tilt my head in confusion before he continues. "Your wolf and I are going through this as well and as much as you and James has been going at it like bunnies, we're suffering. I'm not saying you have to get along with your wolf but please consider letting him out enough so that we can handle our needs as well."
I feel my heart deflate in shame at Sloan's words. He's right. James and I aren't the only ones going through this, hence why he probably asked about Jessie earlier. I've been selfish towards Sloan by keeping him away from Jessie.
"I'm sorry." I tell him and tears begin to well in my eyes but just as I go to say more, a trail of heat like a finger tip is racing up my skin in a away that makes me grip the table.
"Fuck, I guess I'm out of time. Just think about it, please." He begs and I can tell he's trying to hardest to stay in the other side of the table and not comes towards me. Before I can respond, he shuts his eyes and it's dark forrest green ones that meet me again.
Looking at the power in his eyes has my skin flashes hot, a wave in heat crashing along my body and I greedily drink in James smell. I begin to squirm in my seat, whining in my throat as I envision James finally sliding into me to the hilt, making sure he Marks me in places at everyone can see and special places just for me and him.
James stands up from his chair and rounds the table with glaring nostrils as he drinks in my scent. Once he gets to my chair he picks me up and begins carrying me towards the room. I moan at the contact, the skin to skin feeling enough to drive me crazy as wave after wave of lust fills me.
"Come one, bean. Let's go take care if you." He promises as he walks to the room and closes the door behind us.