Cornelia's eyes darted from James' blue eyes to his lips and back up again as she was torn between her desire to kiss him more, and her reasoning which screamed that they should stop. She knew that he had only a flimsy towel around his midsection, and her t-shirt and shorts didn't provide much coverage either.
She was aroused and she definitely felt his erection pressing on her thigh. If they didn't stop, they might go all the way and she was not sure if that was a good idea. Just until a few minutes ago, she was confident that leaving was the best choice, yet James melted all her arguments away with one hug and a kiss and she was aware that she was sinking deeper with every next heartbeat.
Should she continue resisting this madness that was reinforced by the pull of nature?
James' hands on Cornelia's skin felt good, like they belonged there, and she really wanted to kiss him more.
Her breath hitched when his thumb moved over her hardened nipple, sending an electric current straight to her core.
Somehow, he knew exactly where and how to touch her in order to set her body ablaze. Other than his impressive physique, James' mind also put her in awe, and now this. Was he really just a teenager?
Seeing that Cornelia's eyes were getting clouded with lust, James gave himself a mental high-five. He got her to lower her guard completely and she was his. He inched closer, and their lips touched when…
'KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK!'
James cursed under his breath. What's up with that timing?
Unsure who was on the other side of the door, he pulled a blanket and covered Cornelia with it, feeling that her t-shirt and shorts were too revealing.
"WHAT!?", James shouted at the door.
"It's time for breakfast.", Maya's voice sounded. She didn't open the door. "I called and texted you, but you didn't respond, so I came to let you know that your presence is…"
"FINE!", James interrupted Maya. He got the message and was not in the mood for pleasantries.
Hearing Maya's steps diminishing as she walked away, James turned to Cornelia who lifted the blanket all the way to her chin. It was obvious that she was embarrassed.
He felt like crying. The mood was ruined!
"I think you should dress up, so we can go.", she said.
"Dress up?", he asked like he had no idea what she was talking about. "If we are in your realm, this type of garment would be acceptable." He glanced at the towel that somehow was still set around his waist, but it didn't do much to conceal the tent that was formed in his crotch area.
Cornelia's eyes flashed in understanding. If he wears clothes that were common for witches, he would be totally exposed! "You will need to wear more clothes."
James smirked. "Do I hear that my mate won't like other women looking at me?"
Cornelia paused. Was she jealous? "Nonsense."
James chuckled and yanked the blanket out of Cornelia's hold.
"It's perfectly fine to be possessive of your mate.", James said. "I won't give you any reason to suspect my loyalty, Cora. I am yours and yours only."
He was hovering above her, and Cornelia thought that he will kiss her again, but in one swift move he rolled them over, ending up on his back with Cornelia on top of him.
"We should go to breakfast.", she reminded him.
"I'm not holding you.", he said while waving his hands to make a point that she was not restricted.
Cornelia was in a predicament. Their position was intimate and outrageous, and she could definitely feel his erection at the cradle of her thighs. There was nothing holding her down on him, but why was it so difficult to increase the distance between them?
His cocky smile irritated her, and she knew that he could see through her. Her desire to stick close to him was tangible.
"Cora", James called while running his fingers along the groove of her spine under her t-shirt. "Now that we are dating, you also have privileges."
"Like?"
"Like…" He paused to lick his lips. "You get to hug me and touch me and kiss me whenever you feel like it. Don't you…?"
His next words were muffled by her kiss because she really wanted to kiss him again, and she did.
James and Cornelia entered the dining room to see that Damon and Talia were there with Caden, Maya, George, Dawn, Gideon, Mindy, Petra, Erik, and Zack, and there was another face James didn't approve of. Calvin, the reporter from WW Magazine. James remembered him because Calvin interviewed Marcy and then James after that.
At that time, Cornelia was not present, and this might be a problem.
James's mind was racing. Why was the reporter there? Was he trustworthy? What if he publishes in his article how the young Alpha of the Red Moon pack was with a woman? That probably won't mean much for anyone else, but Alpha Edward would definitely pick up that Cornelia was someone important.
James' instinct was to stay away from Cornelia because if the reporter doesn't see them being close, they would avoid many troubles, but contrary to his instincts, his hold on Cornelia tightened as he pulled her closer to him.
Just a while ago he was pleading with her not to leave and he promised to keep her safe and if he backed away because of one measly reporter, all their progress will go down the drain.
Maya noticed James' discomfort.
"James, Cornelia, nice of you to join us.", Maya said while gesturing toward free spots where they could sit, and she remembered to introduce new faces. "Cornelia, I don't think you met Calvin. He is the reporter working for the WW Magazine, and he is here to interview Alpha Damon and Luna Talia. Calvin, this is Cornelia, she is Shaman Gideon's distant cousin."
"Don't worry about him.", Damon said to James from the side. "Calvin knows that nothing should be published without our approval."
Damon was smiling, but Calvin felt his hair rising. That was definitely a warning!
James relaxed a bit as he held a chair for Cornelia to sit on. Surely, he was overthinking it. Even if information about him and Cornelia ends up in a magazine, James can downplay it. Unless people suspect that things with Cornelia were serious, no one will care, and who will think that it was serious when he was only sixteen years old?
But James had a feeling that all these were just temporary patches because in no later than two years things will start collapsing and if he didn't come up with a solution to his predicament until then not only will he find himself in hot waters, but he will end up dragging Cornelia down with him.
"That's enough", Cornelia's words got James' attention and his hands froze mid-air. Was he really putting food on Cornelia's plate? And it was overflowing!
James cleared his throat awkwardly. "We can share this if it's too much."
Cornelia looked at him helplessly and she took a fork only to see that there was already one with food on it hovering in front of her face.
"You don't need to feed me.", Cornelia told James in a low voice, but it was useless as everyone around them was a werewolf with a very good hearing.
"But I want to.", James responded, and he smiled when she opened her mouth obediently so that he can put the food in there.
James had no idea why he had this inexplicable need to feed her, but he had an urge to stuff her mouth with food, and then he would stuff her down there with his pups. He gaped at his own thoughts. What the hell was wrong with him?
James looked around the table to see that Damon was feeding Talia, George was feeding Dawn, and Gideon Mindy, and even Caden was making sure that Maya's plate was not lacking food. James never saw his father feeding his mother, but maybe that was a trait only fated mates had.
James' mood soared. If he had this urge to feed and impregnate Cornelia, wasn't that another proof that they were fated mates?
James shifted a bit to adjust his hard-on, and then he continued feeding his chocolate-colored Goddess. His worries about the reporter being present were long gone as he was thinking about how to avoid the whole out-for-a-date thing, so that he and Cornelia can spend the day in his room.
