Chapter 47

Weeks had flown by and Shemika was in a state of bliss. Everything was just as it should be. She had no desires left unfulfilled. Once, she had dreamed of far-off places, of families and friends, but not anymore.

Her days were spent placating Lyosha, sharing meals with him and his guards. She kept Nikandr at bay, allowing him to chase after her in his futile quest for her affection. She spent her afternoons with the other she-wolves by the river, soaking up the sun, unafraid of the men.

When night fell, she would sneak away to Caturix’s place. They would talk for hours before giving in to their primal desires. He was everything she had ever wanted and more. She had initially been drawn to him for his prowess in bed and his irresistible charm. She hadn’t expected him to have such depth, but it only made him more attractive to her.

Caturix had tried to persuade her to meet him at her place, but it hadn’t worked out. Not because of Shemika, surprisingly. Kisa had grown quite fond of Shemika. If by fond, you meant overly protective and possessive.

The moment Shemika stepped into Caturix’s place, Kisa would cling to her like a second skin. She had even ~hissed~ at Caturix a few times when he had been a bit too rough. He had to start locking her in her room at night to get some alone time with Shemika.

“Are you hungry again, Mika?” Caturix asked, rolling over in bed to plant kisses on her bare shoulder. He had become more comfortable with her spending the night. Cuddling was still a bit of a challenge, but he was making progress.

She used to feel shy about accepting food from him, embarrassed that she couldn’t hunt for herself. But not anymore. Now that he had reintroduced fresh meat into her diet, she was insatiable.

She had always considered herself curvy, but now, with her newfound appetite, she had filled out in ways she never had before. Her breasts were fuller, her thighs thicker, her stomach rounder. But Caturix seemed to love her new figure, so she felt no shame.

“Starving,” she finally replied, watching as he got out of bed to prepare her ~more~ food. She felt content, a silly grin plastered on her face. It was embarrassing, but she didn’t care. Not anymore.

He might not have said it, might never say it, but Caturix was hers. Completely, utterly, irrevocably hers.

Caturix tossed a large piece of meat into his skillet before opening Kisa’s door, letting her run back to Shemika’s side. It was the only place she wanted to be. Shemika had thought about getting her own pet, but it seemed unnecessary. Kisa was hers too.

She scratched behind the feline’s ears and under her chin as she watched Caturix, who was unfortunately clothed. He had let Shemika control the thermostat and she ran ~significantly~ hotter than him lately.

“I wish we could spend time together during the day,” Shemika suddenly voiced out.

Caturix nodded but didn’t verbally agree with her. It ~was~ progress.

“Have you considered nudity?” she asked with an innocent wide-eyed look.

He looked up and grinned at her expression, causing her to smile back. His humor was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. He deserved more happiness in his life.

“I think it’s in your best interest,” she continued, pretending to pick lint off his blanket as she lay belly down on his bed.

He shook his head, chuckling softly at her. “I would, Mika. Unfortunately, some ~literally~ hot woman turned my place into an icebox,” he teased.

“It’s not an icebox, Cat. You keep it too hot in here,” she argued, throwing a pillow at him.

He caught it and tossed it onto the sofa. “It’s too cold in here. I thought you liked a certain part of me, but you seem intent on freezing it off,” he joked.

He was crazy if he thought it was cold. It was stifling. Especially at night, she needed two fans pointed directly at her to get any sleep.

“Why do all the packs have to be at each other’s throats? Why can’t we just be like…different cities? So people can move around freely and visit each other,” Shemika asked.

Caturix shrugged. “I’m not sure, but I’m not an alpha.”

“What would you do if you ~were~ an alpha, Cat?”

He paused for a long moment before answering. “I wouldn’t have any problems with any other pack. So, I’d probably try to call a truce, of sorts.”

That sounded wonderful to her. She would love a truce.

“Would you ever want to visit my old pack? Vale? You could meet Ylenia,” if she made it back, considering Simu said she’d gone missing, “She’s my ‘kind of best friend’.”

“Kind of best friend?” Caturix echoed.

“I mean, best friends are hard to come by for lycans. Especially she-wolves. So, we just kind of always hung out together. Her pack duty was just…being a witch and stuff, and I just followed her around and pretended to help.”

“What was ~your~ pack duty?” Caturix asked.

“Being beautiful,” she replied. “Nah, I just pretended to do stuff, but I think my calling in life is doing absolutely nothing but enjoying myself. I mean, given all the shit I’ve been through. The universe owes me big time.” Though, now with Caturix, she felt like the Goddess was giving back to her.

Caturix looked at her seriously. “If I were an alpha, you wouldn’t have to do anything but pamper yourself.”

Those were some enticing words. Was this his version of foreplay? “I have other needs besides pampering, Cat,” she countered flirtatiously.

Caturix froze, mid-cooking. His eyes met hers. “What are your other needs, Mika?” he asked slowly, carefully, as he set down his cooking utensil.

She saw his muscles tense and flex, ready for ~just~ what she needed. “Have I ever told you about my favorite color nail polish, Kitty?” she teased, changing the subject to annoy him.

He didn’t react to her pet name and simply redirected the conversation. “What are your other needs, ~Mika~?” he pressed.

“You—” was all she managed to say before Caturix launched himself across the room to take her once more. Kisa darted out of the bed to retreat to her room.

Shemika let out a giddy giggle as Caturix covered her body. It didn’t take long for her giggles to turn into moans of pure pleasure. She would never get used to the ecstasy that Caturix could coax out of her.

He was just too perfect.