Fin's Claim

Kindling

Victoria's POV

His eyes tame me, hush me. He makes me blush soft and tender. Shimmering sparks that have me swooning over him. It's a gradual flirtation, a slow steady rhythm that we have been living for the last several months. Our Future just over five months and still growing rapidly inside of me.

We're getting comfortable together, the way my body fits naturally against his, laying my head on his bare chest at night, the beats are music lulling me to sleep, soft as a lullaby.

Sometimes I think I catch him staring at me, not with that dirty shroud that has been covering me, veiling me in filth, but I feel it slowly lifting revealing something else as if he's starting to see me, not my past me. At these times I want to say things to him but he always looks away, not wanting to express his feelings.

"Victoria, are you almost ready?" I look up watching him drying himself with a towel. My eyes lingering on his skin. A roiling warmth always spreads inside me when I get to see him like this. Hair dripping wet, towel drying himself off, I lick my lips at the sight.

Now a carnivorous greed takes over me, the urge to have my mate between what's most greedy.

"I'm ready." I eyeball him, smiling like a jackal in the night.

"I'm very ready." I breathe out. I just can't help myself it's his thighs that are my undoing, He's got strong thighs that lead to a perfect butt. He ties the towel around his waist again.

"No." He shakes his head at me. "We need to leave, my mother's already called to see how much longer we'll be, she's excited for you to see your new home."

His words barely make it to my brain, but the image I'm staring at does. Solid and well built, a mass of masculine strength. I drink the sight in as he walks into the closet. Coming out putting on a shirt that stretches over a chest of hard muscles, he's in his just stepping into his prime.

Standing I take a deliberate step towards him. He holds a hand up stopping my progress, shaking a finger no.

"One kiss, that's all. Can't I just get one little kiss from my mate." Putting my hands behind my back, doe eyes regard him, soft and needful.

"It won't work, so stop." He says this, but his lips are smiling, eyes taking me in. I'm the silent tease, tempting him in a feminine way. Playing his nature against him.

Striding over confidently to me, he grips my hips, pulling me against him. "One kiss." He whispers in my ear, before his cheek brushes across mine. His skin's smooth, just shaven. Lips press softly, tongue tasting, my heart starts racing. Both hands grip my face, I'm floating in this feeling. With a little bite to my lower lip, he pulls away, kissing my forehead I hold him to me, not wanting to release him yet.

Looking up into his eyes, he takes my breath away. "Fin, I" He presses a finger against my lips stopping what I want to tell him out loud. What I want him to say to me.

"It's time to go." He can't meet my eyes, I try to take a big breath to calm myself, he stills slightly before grabbing my hand leading us out of the bedroom that's been mine since birth. My personal belongs have already been packed and taken away waiting for my arrival at my new home.

Taking my time, I look around taking in everything, almost as if this might be the last time I ever step foot in this house again.

All my memories of this place so vivid, the smiling Charlie, my best friend standing always in my corner. My brother Elliot, always nipping and bothering me. I can see them in every room, the memories of them are every where and I smile sadly at this. How things would have been different if I just did things so much differently.