Jason's POV
My lips were still tingling with that addictive sensation, and I was breathing a little bit deeper than normal. My heart was thumping in my chest, yearning to be near the person it held dear. I yearned for her once more as she backed away from the kiss. I so much wanted to kiss her that the prospect of being able to do it again was nearly agonizing. I grabbed her in my arms rather than re-sealing our lips. I figured it would be better if she established the speed and limits since I was worried about frightening her if I did.
I could feel Megan settling into my arms as the effects of the excitement left her body. Her lips lightly brushed across my neck, and I trembled with pleasure as she did so. She didn't realize how much the little act was hurting me when she passed out since she was burying her face firmly into my neck. My heart began to pound more violently as I begged for her to approach.
It fulfilled all of my desires while also exceeding my expectations. These activities mean so much more since we were not the average mates who completed the mate connection within days or weeks of the meeting. Even though she allowed me to hold her and touch her, I was still completely taken aback when she kissed me. My legs almost collapsed from the overwhelming joy and astonishment.
I moved her in my arms so that I could open the door without accidentally dropping her, which is something I would never even consider doing. She moved even closer to me while I did this, sighing lightly, which made me grin. The men and ladies who were still hanging around the pack took one look at us and grinned at me. They were just as eager to have Luna as I was.
Megan grew increasingly agitated as I continued through the pack house. She started to make little wriggling movements in my arms and made unpleasant sounds to let me know she was uncomfortable. She suddenly leaned into my arms and whimpered quietly so that only I could hear it. I turned my head back and caught a glimpse of her face. Her nose was wrinkled up, and her eyebrows were drawn together. Her fists were balled up and stuck to my shirt. In the hopes of providing some solace, I encircled her more tightly and gave her a soothing back massage.
Megan's POV
I yelled as soon as I was dazzled by the bright lights and my eyes immediately shot open. I pulled myself away from the object that was squeezing me firmly. I felt their touch and violently shoved myself away as my skull banged into something hard. I rolled into a ball and cowered, pressing my back against the idea that I had just struck.
You're OK, I hear you say. I peered out from behind my arms after being comforted by his speech. It's OK.
Saying "I'm sorry." I cried out in regret and apologized.
"There's no need for it. You were scared after having a nightmare. There is no big deal. I grasped his hand gently because I was scared when he extended it to me. My body was forced back to his warm one as he gently pulled me to my feet. I leaned into him, allowing him to support my weight as his warmth seeped into me. I still felt sleepy, and the blow to the head wasn't doing me any favors.
Come on over. He chuckled as he re-entered my arms. I cuddled up next to him and basked in the warmth of his presence. I backed away after a little interval and peered at his face.
I said, "I'm tired," thinking it would cover up my humiliating behavior.
He assured me, "I know." Suddenly, he grimaced and his brows wrinkled. I apologize for bringing this up so quickly, but why?
The question "Why what?"
"What's that on your foot for?" His scowl lengthened.
The question "Have what?" I continued despite being perplexed by what he was saying.
Why was your name inscribed on your foot? When you first arrived, my physicians discovered it and first believed it was your name. Until I saw it the other night in the bath, I didn't believe them.
"I'm not sure," I could feel my face becoming pale and losing all of its color. I suppose I've always believed that my father would ultimately murder me and leave me for dead. I did it out of fear that no one would recognize me. If something did happen, I did that so people would know who I was.
Don't call him your father, please. He muttered. "That man obviously wasn't a father figure, so he doesn't deserve to be an Alpha, let alone have the title of a father figure."
I said, "I'm sorry, Alpha Jason."
"We've discussed this, Megan. To you, I am solely known as "Jason." You should address me as such since we are equals. Even though I'm an Alpha, you're my Luna. You should be called Luna or Luna Megan in my opinion since you are more significant.
The sound of my name coming after the title from his tongue made me squirm. It just sounded odd. Please refrain from this.
"At this point, you know how it sounds to me. Therefore, please stop addressing me in that way.
I paused before muttering, "Okay," and then I added, "Jason."
His sudden grin seemed to brighten the whole corridor. One dimple could be seen when the left side of his lips raised up slightly higher than the left. His two rows of straight, brilliant white teeth are seen in his broad, open-toothed grin. His grin brought that sensation back, but this time I relished it, so I couldn't help but smile in kind. He seated me in front of the door when we got to his room and looked me in the eye.
I have to speak with my head soldiers and call Ryland. Stay put, please. I can conceive of nowhere more secure than here. There will be others all around you. You are free to do as you wish but don't go. You may have guests over, snooze, watch TV, or do whatever else you choose. I will bring you food once I'm done. Are you okay with that?
I continued to make eye contact while nodding my head. Still radiant and beaming with joy, his eyes sparkled. I was unable to refrain. I placed a hand on his face while tracing the location of his dimple with the other. He put his hand on my face and pressed our foreheads together as he leaned into my contact. My face was warmed by his breath, and I could barely taste him on my lips.
"May I kiss you, please?"