Forty Five

Ash and Camila were woken up by thunder echoing outside. They rushed to close the door and the windows, and they sat back on the sofa while staring at each other. The living room was now dimly lit, giving it a warm effect. Camila's stomach rumbled louder, reminding her that she had skipped her lunch. That was when she remembered the fish she had come back with. Jumping into it, she picked it up from the floor and then excitedly turned to face Ash, who was looking at her differently. "We can wash it, right?" She asked. Ash had always forbidden her from eating food that had fallen to the ground. Although she would do it secretly, he always found out and got angry with her. So when Ash nodded, agreeing that she should wash and then cook it, she thought that maybe the accident had left a big difference in him.

"Mila," he called, and pulling her back to him, he suggested, "why don't you go and get dressed up? I'll cook." When Camila looked at him with confusion, he said, "I don't have any problem with you staying naked. It's not like I haven't seen you before, but it's raining, Mila, and I won't risk your health."

When Camila finally got what he was talking about, she looked at herself and gasped. She was naked all that time! How come she was not aware of it? When she shifted, she didn't have any clothes with her, and because she had been staying alone for a while now, she had stopped caring about clothes. In the place she was, no one could see her, so instead of wasting the clothes she had found in that house, she decided to stay naked. She was so used to it, and that was why she didn't even notice that she was naked for a second.

"Uh, sorry," she chuckled.

"No problem, go and put on something warm." He smiled, and he stood to stare at her disappearing figure upstairs. By the time Camila was back, he was already done frying the fish, and he had already set the table for the both of them. The dinner was simple but very delicious. They reminisced about their past, and they kept on filling each other in on what they had missed in each other's lives when she got married.

"Maybe you should go and see Uncle." He must have been really worried because of you," Camila said when they went to bed.

"Will you come with me?" he asked her.

After thinking for a while, Camila said, No way; don't forget that I am the wanted Lycan. I can't risk the life of my unborn baby." She refused.

"Unborn baby? Are you pregnant, Camila?" He asked her in shock.

"Yes, I am pregnant, Ash. I thought that I would never get to give birth after what Alina had been doing to me, but I didn't know there was already a life growing inside of me." She smiled broadly while rubbing her still-flat tummy.

"I am so happy for us, Mila. Have you thought of the names? Wait, I want a boy, Camila." Ash jumped, pulled her from the bed, and twirled her around.

"Stop it, Ash. I am feeling dizzy," Camila giggled, but Ash ignored her. He twirled her until he was satisfied, and that was when he put her back on the bed.

"Do you think we should start making his room? Wait, what about clothes? Have you bought any?" He asked excitedly.

"Calm down, Ash." Camila stopped him and said, "He's not even your baby, and you are this excited." She chuckled. Ash stayed quiet for some time. The smile on his face disappeared, and the glow in his eyes dimmed away.

"Yeah, you are right. He's not my baby." He took a deep breath and turned to face the wall. "Goodnight." He said it grumpily to her.

Camila sighed while shaking her head in disbelief. "What have I done now? I am not wrong, am I? This is not his baby; it's Kilan's, or am I wrong?" She thought while rubbing her tummy. "Why does he always have to confuse me?" She thought.

"He's jealous. Apologize!?" Her wolf snapped at her.

"What? Apologize? I haven't done anything wrong, Ash. I told him the truth: The baby is not his." She responded to her wolf.

"So you still have the guts to call the man who cruelly banished you out of his pack at the middle of the night, not caring whether you are dead or alive, the father or your child? The man who cheated right under your nose? The man who subjected you to such cruelty because of his demon of a girlfriend? Disgusting!?" She spat and then went silent.

"Ash," Camila called him after giving a thought to what her wolf had said. Ash, I am sorry; I didn't mean to make you angry. Listen, even though this baby is Killan's, you will be the father, okay? I won't tell him who his father is after he's born because I severed ties with his father long ago, or we'll just tell him the truth that his father banished me and doesn't want me anymore."

When Ash refused to talk to her, she decided to do what she had done in the past. Curling herself on the bed, she started crying. Ash, who was still mad at her, woke up the moment he heard her sniffs. It was Camila who cried, but he was always the one who felt the pain. Wrapping his arms around her, he apologized once again. "I am sorry, Mila. I didn't mean that. I wasn't angry with you; I was just kidding, okay?"

He smiled when Camila turned to face him. "Mila?" he called in disbelief. She was lying. She wasn't crying at all, and she was already giggling after he fell into her trap.

"What? You just said you were kidding, and so was I." She giggled and then planted a wet kiss on his cheek. Ash kept on staring at her, and after a while he asked her seriously, "Did you mean what you said?"

"What?" Camila had already forgotten.

"That I can be the father of this baby?" He rubbed her stomach.

"Well, if you want to." Camila shruggled.

"Yes. I'll be." Ash shouted excitedly.

Camila giggled, and then, slapping him playfully, she chuckled, "I wonder why you are getting excited. I was not proposing."

"Wherever. But tell me, Mila, if Killan were to come back into your life and apologize for all what he had done to you, would you go back?" He bailed his fist while waiting for her response.

"I won't Ash. He didn't even hesitate to get me killed, so why should I trust him? He might apologize genuinely, but that doesn't guarantee that he will abuse me again in the future. It doesn't guarantee that he won't cheat on me again. Besides, our relationship had no trust, so nope. I won't go back to him." She said while popping out the p in nope.

"Are you sure?" Ash asked while looking at her closely.

"Yeah, I am." She nodded in agreement.

"Promise me. That you will never go back to him," he insisted.

Looking at him with confusion, Camila shrugged after failing to read through him, "I promise."

"What if I were to make you take an oath? Will you take it?" he asked her.

"Yeah, I will, Ash. I won't go back to him. Don't tell me you no longer trust me, Ash?" She asked him.

"Nay, that's not it; it's just that I don't want him to take you away from me again. I want you to stay with me." he said. Ash had always been a straight-forward person. He doesn't beat around the bush, and Camila loved him for that.

"I will stay with you here." She promised him.

"Forever? I mean, will you stay with me forever?" He titled his head.

Camila tapped on her chin as if someone were in deep thought. She shrugged her shoulders, and then, rolling her eyes, she jokingly replied, "Of course, Mr. Ash. I will stay with you forever!" Ash grabbed a pillow and hit her after she called him Mister. "He had forbidden her ever since they were young from calling him Mister." Grabbing her own pillow as well, Camila hit him back, and they played until they both fell asleep, sleeping into each other's arms. They are finally back together, and they will both conquer the world.

Camila was woken up by a delicious scent wafting through her nose. Even without keeping her shoes on, she walked out of the room, even without brushing her teeth or washing her face, and traced the scent. She walked into the kitchen only to find Ash standing behind the gas cooker, making some eggs for them.

"Delicious!" she yawned and walked towards him. Ash chuckled while ruffing her hair.

"How was your night, pretty one?" He asked and then docked to kiss her forehead.

"My night was great, handsome one," she winked at him, "and by the way you look, you look delicious." She smacked her lips together while looking at his abs printed on the black apron he was wearing. He had been sick for a month, but his body was still active. The only difference he had was that he had grown a little bit taller and had a few beards growing from his chin.

"Stop it, Camila," he told her when she started tracing her fingers on his arms, sending some tingling sensations all over his body.

"Or else what? I know you want me as well, so you better stop this pretense and fuck me the way I deserve." She got closer to him and took off the apron he was wearing, thus leaving him shirtless. Without letting him say another word, she closed the gap between them and captured his lips. Ash tried to push her away, but she was stuck to him. After trying for a while, he finally gave in to his lust. The tingling increased, making him feel things he had never felt before.

"Camila, I can't hold myself anymore," he wished.

"I didn't ask you to hold yourself, did I?" She asked seductively, pushed him lightly away from her, and broke into a seductive dance. She grabbed Ash by his hands and took him to sit on the stool at the kitchen counter. He stared at her lustily, and she started performing a strip dance for him. She then went ahead and took a leather chair from the living room and rode it right in front of him. She held their eye contact as she did all that. He watched her as she let go of her messy bun and let her hair fall freely behind her. She played with it, tracing her palms all over her body and then getting hold of her boobs. She squeezed them, and her lips opened slightly. A moan escaped her lips when she pinched her nippes, which hardened in the same instant.

She didn't stop rubbing her pussycat on the leather chair because she moaned louder and louder, increasing her pace with each nipple rub. Sucking her fingers, she traced down and down her abdomen, teased her navel, and opened her legs wide open in front of him. She teased her clitoris, rubbing and teasing it until she grew wet. Dragging her finger downward, she reached the spot that needed attention, and she slowly pushed her middle finger deep into her wet cunt. Thrusting it out, she pushed two more fingers inside and started fingering herself while moaning his name.

Juice flowed down her legs, causing her scent to cover the whole kitchen. Ash breathed shakenly as he watched her thrust one more finger into her cunt and thrust deeper and faster into the tight cunt. Not able to watch her do that anymore, Ash walked to her, pulled her off the chair, and carried her to the kitchen counter. He claimed her lips for a deep and intense kiss that left both of them breathless. He bit her earlobe and sucked it while letting Camila's moan fill his ears. Licking her jawline, he traced his tongue on her neck and sucked on her collarbone, making sure that he left bluish marks everywhere.

He had always wanted to do that. Have Camila in his arms and mark her as his. He had always wanted to let the world know that she was his and his alone, and now that she has promised to be with him forever, he won't hesitate to make her forget about Killan and leave all his own prints in her heart. "Ash," Camila moaned when he sucked on her nipples. She threw her head backward, finally surrendering herself to him. He kissed her navel and traced her flat abdomen with his wet tongue, and when he was about to suck on her sensitive bud, a sting on the cheek woke him up.

"What are you doing?" It was Camila's confused voice.

"Uh, nothing," he blabbered, finally coming back to his senses. "Damn it!" he cursed inwardly while scratching the back of his head. It was a wet dream. "Not again!" He thought.

"Nothing, come on. You are rubbing your little brother over me, and you are saying it's nothing, see?" Camila pointed at the wet patch left on her thigh.

"Mila, I peed on myself." He blushed while bowing his head in embarrassment.

"This isn't a pee, Ash. Tell me, who was it? Who was in your wet dream? Is this the same person you have been having since we were twelve?" She asked, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness.

"Mila, I'll go and..."

"There is no taking a shower today until you tell me who this girl is who has been making you like this all these years." She interrupted him with her hand akimbo. "Speak up. I am waiting," she snapped her finger to jar him from his half-conscious state of mind.