Baby System: My Mates Can Read my Mind?

Chapter 48: Episode 048: To be parents.

Caius did not answer. He did not need to.

He closed the small distance between them in a single, fluid motion. Rue felt the back of her head hit the wooden wall of the bedroom. The wood was solid and cool, a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from his massive body.

Caius pressed his hands against the wall on either side of her shoulders. He leaned in, trapping her in the space between the wood and his chest. His breathing was heavy, ragged, and filled with a heat that made the small room feel like the center of a volcano.

She gulped as her eyes found his lips.

When was the last time we did this?

Her hands rested against his chest. She could feel the hard, thick muscle underneath his shirt. His heart was beating fast. It sounded like a drum. He was entirely focused on her, his golden eyes burning into hers, not seeing the room, not seeing the furniture, only seeing her.

"Caius," she whispered. Her voice was not steady. It sounded like air moving through a screen. freeweɓnovel.cøm

He didn’t pull back. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. The sensation made her entire body shudder. She felt her knees turn to water. She wanted to stand her ground, to remain the observant girl from New York who didn’t let biology dictate her terms, but the beastworld was far too strong.

His hand left the wall and cupped her face. His palm was calloused and incredibly warm. He tilted her chin up. He looked at her with a hunger that was ancient and deep. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"You are mine," Caius murmured.

He didn’t sound like he was stating a fact. He sounded like he was making a claim.

He leaned down and kissed her.

It wasn’t a soft, gentle thing. His lips were firm, hot, and desperate. When he parted his mouth, Rue felt the world spin. His tongue swirled with hers, tasting her, owning her.

She felt her hands leave his chest and tangle in his hair. Her body betrayed her. She didn’t want to fight him. She wanted to melt into him. She wanted the heat. She wanted to stop thinking.

His other hand slid down, pressing firmly into the small of her back. He pulled her flush against him. She could feel the absolute hardness of his arousal through their layers of clothing. It was heavy, pulsing, and totally demanding.

She felt a deep, liquid heat spreading through her stomach. She felt her skin sensitivity increase, every nerve ending screaming for more contact.

He moved his face from her lips to her neck. He kissed the soft skin there, leaving a mark that felt like a hot brand. He sucked slightly, and Rue let out a sound she didn’t know she could make. It was a high, thin, needy sound.

Caius growled. It was a low, vibrating sound that felt like the floorboards shaking. He pulled his head back, his eyes glowing a deep, dangerous red.

"Rue," he gasped. His voice was thick with need.

He grabbed her waist and lifted her off the floor.

Rue gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling his massive thighs under her own. He carried her toward the bed, his movements precise and fast. He didn’t stumble. He didn’t drop her. He moved like he was carrying the most precious thing in the entire world.

He laid her down on the thick furs of the bed. The material was soft, but the heat of his skin was what Rue felt. He crawled over her, his weight pressing her down into the cushions.

He kissed her again, deeper this time. He was relentless. He explored her mouth, his hands roaming over her waist, her hips, her shoulders, making sure she was entirely aware of him.

Rue was drowning in the sensation. She felt his hands moving to the hem of her dress. She felt the cool air for a second before his warm palms were on her skin, tracing the curves of her hips.

I am not supposed to be doing this, her mind whispered, but it was so quiet she could barely hear it.

But when his mouth moved to her chest, and he kissed the soft skin over her heart, she forgot everything. She gripped his shoulders, pulling him down, wanting him closer. She needed to feel every inch of him.

Her back arched the moment, his lips found her aching nipples.

"My bunny," he whispered against her skin. "My only."

Rue’s breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. Yes... I am your bunny.... She was just Rue. And he was just Caius.

He moved his hands higher, brushing against the soft skin of her ribs. He was completely focused on her, his golden eyes watching her face as he claimed her. It was heavy, it was messy, and it was the most real thing she had ever felt in her life.

Everything was perfect. The room was dark. The fire was low. The world outside the cabin door did not exist. There was only the sound of their breathing and the feeling of his skin against hers.

Caius leaned forward, his hands locked beneath her, his intent clear, his body ready to push through the final barrier.

Rue felt her heart hammering against her ribs. She gripped the furs with her hands, ready to stop thinking forever.

WAAAAAH.

The sound was sharp, high-pitched, and completely unforgiving.

It cut through the heavy, dark silence of the bedroom like a blade. It was the wail of a child who had just woken up from a dream and realized, with certainty, that he was hungry.

Theron.

Caius froze.

It was as if he had been struck by lightning. His back went perfectly rigid. His hands, which had been gently moving across Rue’s skin, locked in place. He didn’t pull away, but his eyes snapped wide open. The red glow in them flickered violently, struggling to decide between the feral need of the mating bond and the protective duty of a father.

He let out a long, suffering hiss. It wasn’t a sound a man made. It was the sound of a predator being denied his prey, a deep, frustrated, suffering rattle in his throat.

His golden eyes flashed red, then gold, then red again, as he stared down at Rue. He looked completely heartbroken. He looked like he had been promised a feast and was served a pile of dust.

He hovered over her, his chest heaving, completely paralyzed by the crying baby in the living room.

"Theron," Caius growled. It sounded like a curse.

Rue used that opportunity to giggle as she tried to slide out of his arms.

He pulled back, his face a mask of pure, miserable frustration. He stayed there for a second, his fingers still digging into the furs, his eyes screaming that he really, really didn’t want to stop.

But Theron wailed again, louder this time, a demanding, angry cry that would not be silenced.

Caius let out another frustrated, suffering hiss. He rolled off the bed, his tail whipping behind him in a violent, unhappy arc. He stood by the bed, looking down at Rue with an expression that was half-desperate and half-enraged.

Rue chuckled and stuck her tongue at him, "Don’t be an unfair father, Daddy Theron."