Chapter 8
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Vivian’s POV
Zeke wasn’t kidding about making my life a living hell. And be really put that to the test the second breakfast was over with Chris. He had me cleaning every bathroom in the pack house. With a toothbrush.
Then after that, I had to clean the kitchen and every single dish. Even the clean dishes. The kitchen is built to feed a pack. And the dishes are enough to feed…a pack.
By the end of the day, I just wanted to crawl into bed and cry myself to sleep. I didn’t think I’d get it all finished by 7pm but Ivy came forth and helped me speed things up. She was a champ. As I wiped sweat off my brow and let the cool night air hit my face, I saw Chris leaning against a pillar, like he was waiting for me. “Hey, Vivid.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Came to walk my mate home, of course.”
“That’s so sweet.”
“Are you okay?”
I smiled at him weakly. “Just another long day.”
“Zeke give it to you that badly?”
I dragged my feet slowly. “You have no idea. I’m starting to wonder if this is worth it.”
“He said he’d do this anyway to you to try to force you to be a breeder though, right?”
I chewed my lip. “You’re right.”
“Might as well go down swinging.”
“I’m not going down. But I will be swinging.”
“That’s my mate.”
Ivy kept swooning every time he called us mate. She really needed to calm down. Maybe I needed to have a talk with him. But it was kind of nice to hear someone say it, knowing no one would ever say it to me again. Maybe I should just relish it while I could. It was a comforting and endearing term.
When we reached our apartment, I looked up at the stairs, shuddering at the thought of climbing them. My legs were killing me. Chris didn’t say a word as he picked me up. “What are you doing?”
“I’m not dumb. I can see you’re exhausted. You’re not gonna make it up those stairs. It’s okay. I can carry you.”
“Put me down. I can walk.”
“I’m not gonna drop you unless you keep squirming.”
I groaned. “Whatever.”
Finally at our door, he gently lowered me. “Don’t think you can miss training tomorrow. No excuses.”
“I wasn’t gonna miss!”
“Good. Let me cook you some dinner now.”
“You can cook?”
Chris smirked. “Careful or I’ll poison you instead.”
*****
Dinner was delicious. Chris made baked pork chops with green beans and baked potatoes. They watched tv together after and talked about their days. He even massaged her feet. He said it was so I wouldn’t complain at training tomorrow. It was almost like we were a real couple.
Now we were settling in for the night. Chris came out in just boxers, unlike our first night together. When he wore pajama bottoms and a tshirt. I froze. I’d never even seen Chris shirtless but man, I’d been missing out. Chris was built like a God, purely chiseled from stone. Abs with a deep V that veered into his boxers.
“Stop looking at me like I’m a piece of meat. It’s supposed to be in the 80s tonight and I sleep hot. So this is how I’m sleeping. Do with it what you will.”
“Couldn’t we just turn down the AC?”
“It’s an old building. It’s not that great. You can dress down, too. I won’t look.”
I chewed my lip. Pajama pants would get really hot…without giving myself a chance to second guess myself, I struggled out of them. I was wearing skimpy cheeky lacy underpants but I’d keep the shirt on. This time it was Chris’s turn to stare. Since he only wore boxes, his visual attention was obviously not the only thing I was getting…
“Down, boy!” I crawled under the sheet and threw off the comforter.
Chris blushed. Actually blushed. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. It’s the wolf in you.”
“Yeah. That’s it.”
Chris settled in the bed next to me. Keeping a foot of space between us, just as we did the first night. I turned my back to him, ready to go to sleep. “Would it be so crazy if we…”
I turned back towards him. “If we what?”
“What?”
“Ya know…”
“Know what?”
Chris glanced down at his groin. I scoffed. “Shut up and go to bed, pervert.”
I rolled back around. Shifters. He didn’t want me. He’d f**k anything that moved.
*****
“Vivian. Viv…”
Someone was calling my name. More like groaning it. And I was sleeping. Or trying to. An arm slung around me and pulled me up against a hard chest. Chris. I was in bed with Chris.
“Chris, what are you…”
He nuzzled into my neck, sniffing me, and groaning. He started rocking his hips against me, grinding his erection against me. His hand slid to my hip, locking me into place, as he quickened his pace, grinding harder. “Chris, what…”
I turned slightly and saw his eyes were shut. Chris was sleep dry humping me. I gripped his hand, ready to yank his hand off me when my name fell from his lips. “Vivian, baby.”
He was dreaming specifically about me? I froze. Chris was having a hot and heavy dream about me.
His grinding became more fevered. I pressed back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I might never have had s*x or done anything like that but apparently it worked because moments later, I felt a warm sensation covering my backside. Chris had finished in his boxers.
That’ll be awkward for him in the morning. I smirked and crawled back to my side of the bed.
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