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"Is he wrong, Kayo?" Olex questions. "I know that expression I keep seeing on your face, that your mind is thinking, planning, and plotting like you do. Which, right now, can only mean your timeline is not on the terms of waiting a year to claim Leah."
He's not wrong. Our inability to lie doesn't even allow me to tell him he is. Grace walks over to me and places her hand on my shoulder.
"I know you're worried, Kayo. So am I, but if you don't do it right, she won't get drafted, and you may never get to claim her. She will never be allowed to come down here."
"Nothing can keep her from me," I growl at just the thought.
"Do you want to chance that?" she bites back.
I deflate at her words. "No, but sitting here for another year feels impossible. And that's if your leaders even decide to send her down next year. They already had an issue with sending Keri because of how it will look. Do you really think they won't take issue with sending a third sister down next year?"
I wish I didn't notice the worry that enters her eyes. I want her to tell me that I'm wrong, and everything will go as planned, but she doesn’t.
"Exactly," I say. "Something inside of me just...doesn't feel right."
There's a churning in my stomach that hasn’t stopped all day, and a twisting in my chest. Like something is happening above ground that should not be. That Leah needs me; as if she's in pain. I know if I told any of them, then they would tell me it was all in my mind, and that there's no way I can feel her emotions so far below. But I just know.
Something is wrong.
"She will need you tonight," Grace tells me after a few moments. "Even though she won't know you're there, she'll need you. It helps me to believe that her mate being near will bring her some type of peace. Keri's name will be announced in just an hour, and Leah will be..."
"Alone," I finish for her. "Nothing will keep me from going to her tonight."
She opens her mouth, as if she wants to say more or tell me something, but instead, she smiles before saying, "You are welcome to join us in our cavern for the last meal.”
I shake my head. "No, but thank you. I just want to wait alone until it's night and I can go. Besides, I need to work on the crib for my nephew."
"Any day now." Olex grins.
Grace throws a pointed look at him. "So says the man who just has to hold my hand while I'm in labor."
A few more minutes pass and they leave, and I'm alone again. My parents will be at the market for some time, my mother trading the pillows she makes and my father hearing others issues, so I know I can safely go to my bedroom without hearing about making better use of my time than mourning what will come. I lay on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, but all I see is Leah. Her round eyes, a light brown, bordering on hazel. Long blonde hair that reaches her ass. And what an ass, plump, the perfect size for me to grab and...
I groan, turning to my side and knowing once those thoughts start, they're hard to stop. With it being daytime, I can't even go and watch Leah right now. I can't look at her and let my mind run wild with fantasies. But turning away from focusing on the ceiling does nothing to push away other thoughts of Leah. Now, I'm just picturing her behind my closed eyelids.
The way she smiles when she remembers where she hid the last chocolate bar from herself. The way she wrinkles her nose when she and Keri attempt to cook something and it ends in disaster. How she looks sopeaceful in her sleep.
Her scent wraps around me, as if she's in my room. Vanilla, all soft and enticing. It's in everything. The shampoo she uses after coming home from the factory and wants to get the smell of metal out of her hair. The lotion she uses at night for her tired hands. How many times I have wanted to climb through the window I was watching her through and massage her aching hands myself. I hate that she works so hard and wish I could bring her down here where she would never have to go to that damn factory again.
I hear the soft sigh she lets out as she gets comfortable in her bed at night. I can almost pretend she's in the bed beside me, lying next to me in the old T-shirt and tiny shorts she wears to sleep. She doesn’t even know how much she entices me night after night. Or that it only takes one look at her to have me barely holding back from climbing through her window to show her all the filthy things I’ve imagined doing with her, to her.
The images that fill my mind have my hand drifting down to move my loincloth aside. My fingers wrap around my cock as I picture Leah on her knees, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes as she leans forward while parting her full lips. I begin stroking myself, precum dripping out of the tip as I imagine the feel of those lips wrapping around the tip of my cock. A grunt leaves me when my fist tightens, wishing so badly that it was truly her mouth engulfing me instead.
I work my hand up and down my cock, my eyes closed so I can keep the image of Leah right there in the darkness behind my lids. Her cheeks hollowed, peering up at me through her lashes, and her hands coming up to my thighs. A deep, long sigh leaves me while I pretend my fingers are threading through her hair, moving her head back and forth. I thrust into my hand the way I imagine myself thrusting into her mouth, hard and fast, her warmth surrounding me, and her tongue sliding along my length.
I hit the back of her throat, a shudder rushing through me with my mind providing how I think that will feel. But I know whatever I think will not compare to how it feels to truly be in her mouth. My control is slipping though, so as I jerk myself even harder, I yank on her hair, making my cock slip out of her mouth. I grab her hips, bringing her forward until her legs are spreading and she's climbing into my lap. Her breasts in my face, wet pussy rubbing against my cock.
My mind provides what her moan might sound like, how her nails will sting when they dig into my shoulders, and what it'll feel like when she reaches between us and places me to her opening. Then, she's sliding down on me, and I turn my face and bite my pillow to muffle my groan as I come.
My cum spills out over my hand and thighs, warm and smooth. My back arches with the force of it. In my mind, I'm sinking into Leah and her pussy’s wrapping around me rather than my hand pumping me. My cock twitches in my hand, bringing me back to my bedroom. I don't want to come back, hating that my eyes blink open to face the reality that Leah isn't here with me. She's so far away that I can't hear her thoughts or feel what she's going through. I hate it.
My anger returns swiftly as I get up to clean myself. I try to soothe my bitterness by remembering that it'll be night soon, and I can go up and check on Leah. Even if it will only be to watch her cry and mourn what she thinks is the death of another one of her sisters. I despise her leaders for so many things, but right now, most of all, I hate them for the pain their lies will make her feel tonight. And because their bullshit laws forbid me from being able to comfort her.
"Soon, Leah," I murmur to myself, wishing she could hear my words. "You'll be with me soon."
I look towards the crib that I'm still building for the baby in the corner of my room, knowing I could do work on it to pass time, but I just don't have the heart for it right now. Not with all the rage burning in my heart. Anger should not be put into energy to make something for someone I love. I lay back on the bed, facing the wall. I close my eyes, pretending Leah's with me again, but only this time, she’s in my arms, her eyes closed. I join her in her sleep.
Chapter 2
