"Yours," Arya said. "I am yours."
"Only mine," Keith demanded.
"Only yours," she confirmed.
Arya gasped into the kiss that landed on her lips with urgency.
She could feel his erection teasing and prodding, and his hands caressed her to set her body on fire, but even more impactful were his emotions that matched his words. Possessive, unyielding, dominating. Under that overbearing attitude was an endless ocean of worship he had for her, and she knew he would do everything in his power to make her happy.
Keith pushed inside her with a groan. She was hot and wet, and the sparks of their bond amplified the pleasure to the point of his legs trembling.
Keith's right hand gripped Arya's hip to hold her in place, and his left palm laid flat on the tiled wall for support as he thrust into her vigorously. Faster. Harder. It was mind-blowing, and he wondered how high they could go.
Arya was lost in the sensation of his hard cock stretching her while delivering an addictive dose of sparks that drove her closer to the edge.
Arya was never with a man before, but that didn't mean she was unaware of how perfectly Keith handled her body. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard, and how long to maximize her pleasure and make her cry his name within minutes.
Her mind was dazed by lust that consumed her, and then it all exploded into ecstasy when his lips latched on his mark on her neck.
The bathroom was spinning, and she held onto Keith for her dear life as an orgasm trashed her insides. Her left leg gave in, but luckily, Keith was pinning her against the wall so she didn't plop on the floor.
"Fuck! You are perfect!" Keith breathed as his body twitched while releasing his load inside her.
No matter how many women he had before, those were just fleeting pleasures, while intimacy with Arya was on a totally different level. She was able to make him experience heaven, and it was absolutely addictive. If it was up to him, they would have sex all the time.
Arya leaned on Keith limply while he washed her body under the hot shower. He was so gentle while rinsing shower gel that she couldn't believe that was the same man who fiercely plundered her insides only minutes ago.
Keith cradled Arya in his arms and waited for her to catch her breath before asking, "How about that food now?"
"You know what a woman wants," Arya said. "In more ways than one."
Keith felt a pang of jealousy coming from Arya, and he guessed that her comment was about his past. He didn't mention how many women he bedded, and he had no intention of going there, but it was obvious he was not a newbie. Shouldn't that be a good thing? Keith cringed at the memory of his first time, how nervous and clumsy he was. If he showed that side of him to Arya, she would make fun of him forever.
But Arya's dejection was rising, and Keith needed to fix the situation before it escalated.
"Hey, hey," Keith called while cupping her cheeks and making her look at him. "All of me is only for you. Do I need to take a blood oath for you to believe me, or will my feelings be enough?"
Arya was embarrassed that her insecurities showed. She was always stoic, her actions measured and careful not to disappoint people, yet now she was making a fuss in front of Keith. What will she do if he thinks of her as petty?
"That's not what I meant," she said.
"What did you mean?" Keith questioned. "Whatever is on your mind, you can talk to me. No secrets."
"What if you don't like my secrets? What if you dislike me?"
Keith puffed his cheeks. "I can't guarantee I will like your secrets, but you… I will always like you."
"How can you be so sure?"
"You are my other half, Arya. Disliking you is the same as disliking myself, and I love myself."
Arya didn't know how to respond to this, so she didn't.
She watched in silence as Keith turned off the shower. He wrapped her into a large bathroom towel and wiped himself roughly with another before picking her up and carrying her to bed.
"You got a lot of food," Arya commented when she saw a full tray. Some containers were stacked.
He smirked. "We will need it."
Keith got the soup to start with and offered a spoonful to Arya.
Arya wanted to take the spoon and feed herself, but Keith avoided her hand.
"Open widely. Your mate wants to feed you."
Arya pouted. "So bossy."
Keith smiled, seeing that she accepted his offerings.
"If you become Talia's guard, I will be your boss. Keep in mind that I'm strict. I might require… extra hours." He wiggled his eyebrows, and Arya couldn't prevent herself from smiling.
Keith continued feeding her while talking.
"I know this is a big change for you, Arya. The Moon Goddess paired us for a reason. Trust in her and trust in me. I will do whatever I can to make it easier on you, but I need you to talk to me. Tell me what's bothering you and if we could do something differently. And especially tell me if I'm doing something right, so I can do it more often…"
All this was a big change for Keith also. It's not like he had a mate before. Actually, he didn't have a proper girlfriend either. But Arya left her position as a general, and pack and her friends, and everything was new, mate included.
Keith could feel her insecurities bubbling to the surface, and he was unsure what was causing them, but he was determined to assure her he was there for her.
Arya was lost in his deep brown eyes and deep soothing voice, and she would open her mouth whenever food got close. She hummed in satisfaction when perfectly roasted steak danced on her tongue.
"Can you tell me something?" Arya asked.
"Anything."
"I don't know if I imagined it, but… When Luna Talia found me, I thought I was dying. I believe I died, but then I felt warmth, and there was light. Is it possible that Luna Talia did something?"
"It's possible."
Arya was not pleased with that ambiguous response. "You said there shouldn't be secrets between us."
"True. And I won't have secrets from you. However, if Talia had the power to bring you back from the dead, that wouldn't be my secret to tell."
Arya disliked the protectiveness coming from Keith, but there was another thing… "You didn't say no."
Keith puffed his cheeks. "Arya, Talia is the Alpha of the Midnight Guardians pack. I'm sure you've heard about that pack."
Arya nodded in confirmation. Of course, she heard about that pack. They were mysterious, and rumors said their members were descendants of witches with mystical powers.
Indirectly, Keith confirmed that Talia was special.
Arya's eyes flashed when she remembered one more incident she couldn't explain. "Are you from the Midnight Guardians pack?"
"No."
"How did you ignore Alpha Cristian's suppression?"
