Page 19 of Mating at Midnight: Book 1

Nyah stands as I lean down to pick a wildflower from the plot. I bring the array to my nose and inhale its natural fragrance before placing it above her left ear.

“The cabin is beautiful, Nyah,” I tell her. “Do I get a tour of the inside?”

She smiles. “Of course, but there’s a rule before you enter that my grandmother had, and I will still uphold it.”

Gripping her hips, I pulled her to me. “And what is that?

“You have to take your shoes off at the door. My grandmother was a stickler about people wearing their dirty shoes in her house or paws for that matter.” She pointed to the bucket on the porch. If you were in wolf form, then you needed to use the water in that bucket to clean your paws off.”

I stifle my laughter to respond. “Understood.”

Nyah led me to the porch where we took off our shoes. She then pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Stepping inside was like entering a historical museum. Outdated furniture but still in good condition filled the living room. An antiquated large floor model television sat against the wall, in front of the couch. To the right is a fireplace.

Black and white photos along with some in color, hung on the walls. The one that caught my attention was of a Black woman who looked to be of Native American descent. Admiring it, I went over to it to get a better look. Her dark brown eyes seemed to draw me in. The woman was naturally beautiful.

Nyah came up behind me. “That’s my grandmother, Lillie, my daddy’s mother. She was a Creeks Tribe Indian.”

“I see where you got your beauty from,” I said.

Nyah snickered. “They say most Black people have Native American in them. Well, I can prove it’s true with my family.” She reached for my hand. “Anyway, stop drooling over my grandmother before I start to get jealous.”

“I’m far from drooling, sweetheart.”

“Well, good then let me show you the rest of the cabin.”

When the tour was over, Nyah had shown me the master bedroom and bathroom and the two guest rooms with aJack and Jill bathroom. The spacious kitchen was the room that stood out the most. The refrigerator and stove looked like they belonged in the sixties. There’s original wood-stained countertops and a matching four chair table. I suggested having one of my contractors come in and give the kitchen an overhaul, but Nyah was adamant about not taking out the old appliances and I got that.

Our last stop was on the back patio that sat several yards in front of a wide stream.

As we stood on the patio, Nyah said, “Kenia and I would race to swim across and back. She always won, but I think that was because her legs were longer than mine.”

Sibling rivalry, I knew it all too well. My father never claimed my mother, Tallulah, as his mate. Although he loved her, he didn’t want to settle down and that didn’t stop him from planting his seed all around the States and other Countries. I can’t tell you how many sisters or brothers I have. Me being the oldest and the first son, my father accepted me with no hesitation. At that point he still could have officially bonded with my mother, but he didn’t. My mother to this day is still loyal to him and our Pack. During my early years, I had resentment towards him, but Mother never spoke any ill words against Father. She has always encouraged me to have a relationship with him. The only reason why I gave in is because my father never mistreated my mother or me. Even without the claim, Father in turned gave mother the utmost respect and made sure I had everything I needed.

“Nyah, I would love to spend time with you here at the cabin. I can check out of the hotel, and we could stay here while I’m here.”

I don’t know what I said that had Nyah glaring at me like I cussed her out.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I inquire.

She huffs. “Because we are not going to use my grandmother’s home as some kind of fuck cabin.”

“Nyah, that’s not what I meant,” I said. “All I’m saying is if you decide to stay here, I want to be here with you.” Grasping her hips, then pulling her closer to me, I say, “I just want to be where you are. I don’t know how it is with you, but this mating bond makes me want to always be next to you.”

Nyah bashfully looks away then back at me with a small smile. “I feel the same. I’m just happy the Gods sent me someone that is easy on the eyes and not an asshole.”

I pick her up, then twirl her around in my arms. “I don’t know about easy on the eyes, but being an asshole, I can’t argue with that.”

Nyah wraps her arms around my neck before giving me a kiss that could tip the Richter Scale. She might have said not using her grandmother’s place as a fuck cabin, but the energy she is giving off says otherwise.

She wraps her legs around my torso as I lift her up, looking for a comfortable spot to lay her down. I settled on the cushioned wicker couch.

Laying Nyah down, I deepened the kiss as I went to work on getting her out of her shirt and bra before moving to her jeans. Nyah lifts her hips to help me.

Tossing the jeans and panties to the side with the rest of her clothes, I growl as the delicious smell of her pussy drifts across my nose. Taking a step back, I kick off my shoes, then begin to unbuckle my belt before unfastening my slacks. Nyah’s hooded eyes widen when I lower my pants over my hips and my massive dick springs free. The sight of her sinuously biting her bottom lip makes me wrap my hand around my dick and give it a few strokes. I hum before letting it go to remove my shirt.

Admiring her brown shapely body, I slowly walked to her. Nyah, wantonly gazes at me as I place my hands under her knees, then spread her legs, exposing her glistening pussy.

“Are you ready for me?” I ask, positioning myself between her legs.

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