I Claim Your Love novel Chapter 29

In the bright early morning, Einar struggled to open his eyes. Today had been the most pleasant day in his entire life. He felt content, he felt happy, overjoyed for he was not restless about a certain person last night. His rhythmic heart beats were at a comforting slow pace. He breathed in deep and looked at the welcoming rays of the early sun, scratching its way through the window. The curtains added an orange glow to the morning light. He reached for the fabric beneath noticing the warmth of the material. With the warmth came a faint mesmerising aroma which reeled his senses on a high alert. He looked sideways and sucked in a lot of breath in astonishment.

Sleeping besides him was a shirtless Callan!

He frantically moved his head around and noticed that he was out of his place. He sniffed smells to confirm that the house belonged to Ashtons. He could not come up with the explanation as to why he was in Callan's house out of all the places. The more important question being; why was his mate sleeping besides him partially naked?!

Unintentionally his eyes went to the torso of Callan. He noticed small amount of hair surrounding the nipples to the the line of fine strands reaching from his chest to his belly button all the way to his groin area. However when he looked at his perfectly sculpted abs his mouth went dry. Callan was beauty personified! His flawless skin could put all the gods to shame. Though nudity was a norm in the werewolf world still Einar was being all shy and nervous in the presence of his mate. The urge to touch that physique was overwhelming. Einar in his own trance reached for Callan's rhythmic heart. He was about to touch Callan's chest when the handsome man hummed in his sleep. The sleepy melodic voice brought Einar out of his daze and he pulled his hand back.

He wanted to distract himself from the beautiful body and so his eyes went straight for his face. That was even bigger a mistake..

The pure bliss of watching this beautiful man sleeping with him was making Einar nuts. The shallow breaths Callan took increased Einar's palpitations. His perfect shiny black hair covered his temples while his fluffy pink lips were inviting enough to make Einar crazy. He was thankful though that Callan's eyes were closed. Had it been otherwise, the fire in Callan's eyes would have burnt Einar through and through. Just a look and all of Einar's senses would have come crashing through. Before his heart lost its control Einar decided to leave the place and head for his home.

He carefully landed on his feet. His head throbbed and his legs wobbled but he still managed to cross the door with great difficulties. In his rush he did not realise that he had been on medication and so the weakness. Moreover the fact that he was in his bare essentials lying with his half naked mate added to his woes. He made his way down to the main hall and searched for the kitchen. All the sexiness of his mate had made his mouth dry and accelerated his heartbeat. He opened the lid of a few water containers but found it empty. He saw a jug of water lying near the burner and reached for it. Unfortunately there was not a single drop of water in it. He tilited it upside down in hopes to quench his thirst but it failed.

Einar was startled when a glass of water appeared in his line of sight right in front of his chest. He gulped and sharply exhaled as a sexy half naked man was holding the glass with a smile.

"Here.. take it." Callan pushed forward the glass "You should have woken me up. There is no water in the house currently. The one barrel which was left was used up in your medication and healing."

Einar just hummed and pretended to listen to what Callan had to say. When in reality his mind was distracted by the sheer amount of flesh his mate was displaying. The disheveled hair of his mate were dangling through his forehead while the beautiful forest green eyes were tempting Einar to kiss Callan. His train of thoughts were put on hold when a hand was been waved in front of his eyes.

"Do you need more?"

"uh"

"I asked if you need more water."

"T-That will be all." He looked around in embarrassment and tried avoiding his mate. He could not take the proximity anymore and uttered "I think I should leave." He marched his way to find the door when suddenly his walk was interrupted by a hand.

Callan caught hold of Einar's arm "You cannot go right now. Your last decoction is yet to be consumed by you. I have alerted Aurora and she must've been on her way."

Einar looked hesitant enough, like staying here for another minute would make him loose his sanity and he would take his mate here and now.

Callan noticed the dilemma in Einar's face and thought that Einar must've been feeling out of place, uncomfortable. Hence to aid him relax he offered him breakfast. "Why don't you wait here for some time. I will freshen up and then we can have breakfast together."

"Uh." Einar looked puzzled.

"Don't worry. I am not a bad cook." Callan chuckled on the startled look of Einar and leaved for the door. He came back after some time with a bucket of water and a clean pair of clothes. "Your wounds have almost healed but still if you feel any discomfort don't apply water to it." He then kept the clothes to a nearby table. "I guessed that since we are of the same height the clothes would fit you. I am sorry but I have no new washed pair. My mother usually does the laundry and since you can see she is not here I have no choice but to hand you these." Einar fidgeted his fingers as he kept looking at the clothes intently. The unwashed clothes where the scent of his mate was lingering.

When he looked at Einar's face Callan thought that he had insulted him or made him angry. Einar's face was stoic and glued to the clothes. "I am sorry if I have insulted you in any way. Don't worry about the clothes. You can call Garrick and..."

"NO! The clothes will do." Einar quickly snatched the fabric and turned his back. He leaned his head and breathed in the mesmerising aroma of the clothes.

Callan was confused for a moment but he recovered quickly and went to do his morning chores. After some time when he came back to the kitchen he saw that Einar had taken his seat on the food table already. He was wearing the clothes Callan had provided him while he admiringly glared at the fabric from its cuffs to the shoulders. Callan smiled that the alpha had liked his clothes and went straight to the kitchen table. He laid down the water container he had filled on his way to the house and looked at Einar. "So what would you like to eat?"

'I..I don't know. Surprise me."

Callan smiled and started picking up the utensils to make a dish. All this time Einar just focused solely on the bare back of his mate. The sheer amount of muscles, the perfect skin and the curved bottom. These were making it difficult for the alpha to think straight. He wanted to distract himself from the vulgar thoughts he had for his mate but his manhood had a mind of its own. It was struggling to maintain its position and tried to sneak out of the now tightened pants. Einar breathed heavily to calm himself but nothing seemed to be working right now. He could not stand from his place as it would show his arousal and embarrass him even further. He clenched and unclenched his fists and took deep breaths.

Callan was all smiles when he returned soon with a platter full of food. Eggs, pork cuts, piles of fried potatoes were all decorated in the short space of the container. He kept it on a side of the table and returned again with a teapot and muffins sprinkled with strawberry sugar cubes. There was a joy in how Callan plated the food. There was a feeling of love in his subtle smile and soft gaze. For the first time ever Einar could see every day of his future he desired. He wanted this happiness; he wanted this contentment. Most importantly; he wanted Callan.

These thoughts brought so much joy in him that Einar's eyes could no longer control his emotions as it freely flew.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

Einar blinked his eyes rapidly and composed himself. "Don't worry. Its just the wounds. It will subside soon."

To cry on a healing wound was not the Einar he knew. Callan thought that probably Einar had recalled the moments from his attack which got him emotionally weak. "Do you remember anything from the attack?" he asked cautiously.

Einar nodded "I remember everything. By the way, how long have I been out and why am I in your place rather the pack house?"

"It has been four days. To bring you here was my idea. We thought that you must recuperate somewhere aloof so that the pack does not know of your attack."

"That was a wise decision." Einar smirked. "And why are you not wearing any shirt?''

Callan instinctively looked at his bare self and chuckled "It is an old habit of mine. I usually sleep naked in my bed but since I was sleeping with you, I had to make a compromise and cover myself partially."

"You should not change your habits for someone." These words halted Callan's action. His mind suggested that Einar's words had a different meaning. He just rebuffed the thought as he looked intently at the alpha.

They glared at each other awkwardly for a few moments before Callan cleared his throat "Have some food. Some sugar in your system will do you good.''

Einar coyly smiled and nodded at his mate. He then shyly dug in to the food and when the first bite entered his mouth; he moaned in ecstasy. He had never tasted delicacy as such. The food was more than delicious. Einar just forgot the world and started eating the food as if there was no tomorrow. Callan was dumbfounded by the appetite Einar possessed and kept looking at him in amusement. When Einar was about to finish the food, Callan offered his own plate and the alpha happily obliged. The childlike behaviour of Einar brought a smile to Callan's face.

In his hurry to consume it all, Einar had spilled some of the food on the table while some of it was smeared on his lips slightly outwards towards the chin. Callan could no longer control himself and he laughed from his heart.

"What?" Einar asked confused. His focus had been shifted from the food he was eating to the captivating laugh of his mate. Einar grinned from ear to ear without any reason.

Callan picked up a napkin from the table and went over the other side. He started cleaning Einar's face with the cloth but the closeness was making it difficult to breathe for the alpha. He could take no more as he grasped Callan's cleaning hand with his own. There faces were now inches away as their eyes bored into each other. The forest green eyes were making the alpha fall to his knees while all Callan did was to stare at Einar in bewilderment.

The moment of blissful frenzy was disturbed when Einar smelled a familiar but unwanted smell at this time. He reluctantly jerked Callan's hand away and looked to the other side in annoyance.

Callan still confused looked at the incoming shadows piercing through the door. He saw a worried looking Rosaline followed by a relieved Garrick and Arthur. She quickly ran towards the alpha and embraced him in a tight hug "You cant even begin to comprehend how much worried I was for you. Thank Luna you are safe." She kissed Einar's cheeks much to his dislike. Einar on the other hand just hummed and caught Rosaline from the arm to make her stand in front of him. "Are you all right? Did that bastard of an alpha hurt you?"

"I escaped in time."