Althena

22. My Love

I take my shoes off and walk through the shop. I get to the backroom and Mike looks at me with tears in his eyes.

"I didn't know you were here."

"Conner called me."

"Seems he called everyone."

"Are you ok?"

"Yea. The trash took itself out."

"I'm sorry." He looks down and wipes his eye off.

"Why?"

"I didn't know you needed more. I had to keep my distance. You were so young before. I've always..." He stops and stares at the floor.

"You're keeping your promise to my mom. I know. But yea, eventually, I was going to start dating. I'm perfectly fine. I ..."

He cuts me off. "There was no promise."

"What?"

"The last time I saw her was with you. There was no promise. We talked. You held each other. She was gone before I talked to her again."

"I thought you promised to keep me safe. That's why I have the mark still."

"No. I loved you even then. I wanted to protect you. But you were so young. I didn't understand what it meant. When you were 15 I realized you are more than likely my mate. But it was still too early for you. You weren't ready for anything like that. You started dating without me realizing you needed more. To me you were still 15. I was still trying to keep my distance. I'm sorry."

"There was no promise?"

"No." He smiles.

"You did everything for no reason."

"Oh, I had a reason. I am crazy protective of you. It breaks my heart when you are hurt. I have no choice but to keep you safe. Keep you as happy as I can. Keep you texting me, so I know you're ok. I was insane when you were missing. I..."

I run to him and kiss him. I don't hold back at all. Tingles and sparks flow through me.

He picks me up and I wrap around him. My shoes and the box fall to the ground.

I pull back completely breathless. "It's always been you. You're mine."

"Are you ready for that?"

"I'm ready for you to stop keeping your distance." I kiss him again. Then I kiss his neck.

He holds me tightly. "You're mine."

I wiggle down and pull him upstairs.

"You grew up so quickly, baby."

I smile and let the dress fall. "I'm yours."

"Are you sure?" He grabs me and kisses me.

"I've never been more sure of anything. I love you, Mike."

"I love you, babygirl."

I unbottun his shirt and get it off him. Feeling his chest against mine is intoxicating. I close my eyes and feel his lips on my shoulder. The sensation makes me gasp.

"You're perfect, baby." He kisses my neck.

My fingers fall down his chest and over his stomach. They stop at his belt. The breath catches in my throat.

He kisses me again. "Whatever you need, baby. I'm right here."

His fingertips trace my arms. I feel tingles from everywhere. I need this. "I need you."

He picks me up and I wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm yours."

I hear his pants hit the ground. I hold him tighter. "Mine."

He kisses me and I feel the sheets touch my back. He props himself over me and kisses me so deeply. "Damn, woman."

I can feel his d**k pressing between my legs. It's so hard. I rock against it. I can't help myself. "Mike" It comes out like a whisper. I have no idea what I'm doing but this feels so good. His skin, his muscles, his warmth all against me.

He presses it against me and kisses my neck. "I need you, baby."

My nails drag down his back. "Ohh please, Mike"

The underwear gets shredded off me. Then he starts pushing his d**k in. "Fuck."

"UUHHH" I push his shoulders back.

He kisses me so gently. "Relax for me, baby."

I pull him in for another kiss and he pushes his d**k in further. I grab him so tight. That hurt.

"You're ok. Relax. I got you."

I hold him and try to get used to this. "I'm too full."

"You're stretching. It's ok. Relax for me." He gives me the sweetest kiss. "My girl."

I relax and he pushes in a little further. Then he pulls back and starts making love to me. "Mike"

"Relax and let it feel good, baby."

My head falls back. "It feels good."

"f**k. I've needed you." He goes a little deeper each thrust.

"YES" I can't get enough of him. I pull him towards me and hold on.

"Mine." He kisses me as he gets in all the way. "All mine."

"MIKE" Pressure builds in me from everywhere. "PLEASE"

"Let go, babygirl. c*m for me."

"AAHHH" The most pleasure I've ever felt comes over me. "MIKE" It pulses out and takes over everything. I scream out more things that aren't even words. "MIKE"

I feel him throbbing inside me and he growls out "MINE" one last time.

I fall alseep naked and laying on him. I've never felt anything that good.

His fingertips on my back is how I wake up. I smile and enjoy his skin against mine. "You're still here."

"You're never getting rid of me, woman. You're all mine."

I lay on his chest and smile. "What do you want to do today?"

"Get back inside you and make you..."

I put my hand on his mouth.

He laughs. "You can't be embarrassed when it's just the 2 of us here."

"I smell different."

"Your scent will mix with mine when we have s*x. When I mark you, it'll be this way forever."

I throw the blanket over my head. "OTHER PEOPLE CAN SMELL WHAT WE DID?"

He cracks up laughing. "Yep. They can smell what I did to you."

"Do you smell lots of girls?"

He stops for a second. "You?.. Oh, I get it. No. I waited for you. I don't think I planned on it. When I was a teenager, the thought of smelling like s*x weirded me out. So, I waited for my mate like most of them do. When you were 15, I was ready. I wasn't caring about the smell anymore but then I realized it was you. I didn't want to hurt you like that. I would think about you. I figured I would be waiting another year though. I had no idea you were dating or ready for that. I'm sorry, I didn't realize you were needing more."

"It is weird to have everyone know I had s*x. Can I shower it off?"

He rubs his eyes. "Maybe the first time. But not this time." He rolls us over and kisses me. "Lets see how deep I can get."

"Shhh."

He kisses my neck. "See how loud I can make you scream my name." I feel his d**k getting hard against me. "Make you c*m for me. All over my d**k again. I'm going to make this last as long as possible."

I am putty in his hands. We make love all morning. I cannot get enough of him.

Then we take a shower and have breakfast.

We get to the shop just before lunch.

Chris smells the air. "Oh." Then he laughs at Conner. "And you thought she would be upset. I told you, the trash took itself out. We need to thank that girl."

Conner nods. "She did get rid of him for you."

I pick the ring up. "Well, he did give me the ring after that. He chased us down in a helicopter."

Mike rubs his face. "You have got to be joking. He left his engagement party to give you a ring?"

Chris takes the ring. "She gave you something better so who cares? He's old news."

Conner nods. "We'll keep him away."

The shop door opens and we all look at the queen.

She smiles. "I see we're all over last night. That's wonderful news. I was wondering if that was enough. My son loves girls. I knew something was going on. Glad I caught on in time. The girl he's engaged to will deal with him forever. You would never be able to. I'm sure he would much rather have you, but you're off the table. Now, we have something else to discuss."

"What?"

"You're leaving."

"Why?" I shake my head.

"I needed a backup plan if the party didn't work. I'm going to use it anyway. My plane is waiting for you at the airport. Pack and go there."

"But." I hold Mike so tight.

"I found your grandma. She is waiting for you to land. Don't make her wait too long." She picks up a cottage cheese salad. "For my mate. You can always come back. And they can join you when they're ready. But you need to go now. No waiting."

"But."

"By order of the Queen Luna Anita Gold Of Crystal Falls, Althena May-Eve Sage, you are to report to the airport within 90 minutes. You are leaving. Do not make your grandmother wait. That is a direct order."

I hold Mike tighter.

"He can join you on the next flight if he wishes. This has nothing to do with the 2 of you. You need to know the past before you can begin the future. Now, my plane is waiting." She walks out the door.

I stare at Mike.

Chris grabs me. "WE HAVE TO PACK YOUR SHIT."

"BUT."

"NO. 90 MINUTES. IT TAKES 60 TO GET THERE."

There is no packing organization. Everything goes in the luggage quickly. Mike dumped his so I have some.

"Why?"

"You meet your grandma. I'll be on a plane as soon as you tell me where you're landing, baby." Mike kisses my head.

Chris cracks up laughing. "It's probably woodland."

Mike rolls his eyes and nods.

"My mom never said anything about a grandma."

"There were a lot of things your mom never said. We'll figure this out." He hugs me. "Meeting your grandma isn't a bad thing. We can do this. I'll be right behind you."

"I am interested. I never knew my family. I thought that horrible aunt was all I had. What if she's horrible?"

He rubs my back. "Call me. I'll put a room on the moonlit credit card. We'll figure out a plan when I get there."

"I love you."

"I love you, baby. We got this."

"I'm not letting him take you. You'll never leave the airport and you'll get in trouble. Mike, stay here. She'll text you as soon as she knows anything." Chris pulls me out.

Mike runs and wraps his arms around me. "I love you. I'm yours forever. Don't forget that."

"I'm yours too. I love you." I pull his lips to mine. "I'll see you soon."

"So soon, my love."

"Love you too. Let's go. Love everybody. Bye Conner. We love you too." Chris shoves me in his car. "Stay away from the car asshole. You're gonna make her late." He jumps in the driver seat and steps on the gas. "We'll make it."

I have to hold on for dear life but Chris does get me to the airport in time. Then he shoves me in the gate. "SHE MADE IT."

"Right this way, ma'am."

I follow the lady and board a private plane. There is nobody else on it. Me and this lady. I'm assuming there's a pilot here somewhere too.

Then the little old magician from woodland sits beside me. "I'm so excited to be going home. It's been nearly 18 years."

"Home? Are you my grandma?"

"No. We're not related. But she's my best friend. I owed her a favor. So, I came to watch over you. That's what she wanted." The plane lifts off.

"Where is home?"

"Darkburn."