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This is a direct continuation of chapter 12
Chapter 14
Charlotte's POV
She remembered from her last heat the sharp pains and the aching need. The desire that pooled low in her belly and was only lessened when she figured out how to use the toys her aunt had provided her. When she walks into the house, the first thing she does is head to her bedroom to change her bedding. Her aunt had gotten her some high quality bedding for during her heats designed to be moisture resistant so that's what she puts on her bed after putting her regular bedding in the chest at the foot of the bed.
When the door bell chimes, she nearly jumps out of her skin because she had not heard a vehicle pull up, something unusual since she had heard every vehicle since she had figured out how to use her jackal hearing even when in human form.
After one last look around her room she heads downstairs to answer the door, sending a text off a couple of texts.
-I've gone into heat, invited Kon over- Chare
-I have to cancel for tonight, sorry Aidan- Chare
Opening the door, she smiles at the nearly white-eyed wolf who politely bows to her, "Hi Konrad," she murmurs blushing.
"Hello Charlotte," the wolf murmurs in greeting, "may I enter?"
She nods, stepping aside so that he can enter and shifts from foot to foot for a moment because she is not sure what to do next.
He smiles softly, "Relax, how about we just sit down and talk for a bit?"
She nods, "Ummm can I get you something to drink?"
"Juice, if you have any, though I did bring a small cooler with a few fruit trays, and a few bottles of water. I was unsure if you had food supplies or not?" He responds softly.
She nods, heading to the kitchen and pouring two glasses of orange juice. Turning, she hands him one before heading towards the steps, "There is a small sofa in my room, I ummm," she stammers, "I try not to sit down here too much 'cause Sofia notices the scent."
He nods and the two of them head up stairs where she opens her bedroom door and steps in, before motioning him in.
"Lovely room," he states as he takes a seat on the sofa, after s setting the bag cooler he was carrying down next to the night stand. "How has school been?"
She nods, settling on the edge of her bed, which puts as much distance between them as possible, "Good, I have been enjoying it," she replies before another wave hits her, her stomach cramping up and making her cringe. Part of her is terrified of the effect this is going to have on her relationship with Aidan, sure he said it was alright, even encouraged her, but what if afterwards he found he was not happy with it? What if it made him decide she wasn't good enough? Still, her body hurt, and hurt a lot. According to her aunts this would help. What if it changed her friendship with Konrad or the rest of the wolves? Would they think she was a slag because she was being courted by Aidan and spending her heats with Konrad? How did one even approach the subject of going to bed with someone during said heat? When she had sex with Chris it was because she wanted to explore and was horny, but she hadn't been dating anyone then so she hadn't felt weird about it, at least not for that reason.
"Charlotte, please relax, I can smell your worry," he softly states, "I'm not going to pouncing on you."
She blushes, ducking her head, "Sorry," she mumbles.
For a few moments the two of them are silent, eventually he says, "You're worried about how the others will treat you, that it will change your status within the younger pack," his voice is low, she is pretty sure he is trying for relaxing, "There is no need to worry, heats are a natural part of our life. Does anyone treat Dora differently?"
She shakes her head, looking at him curiously as she tries to understand where this is going.
"Then there is no need for you to worry," he tell her.
"Why Dora?" she asks after a few minutes. There are several girls their age, so why does he mention Dora? She wonders.
His tan skin flushes lightly, "Because I share her heats too," he answers softly.
"What?" she stammers, surprised because she never would have guessed.
He nods, "Have been for three years, she's related to most the males in the pack besides me and Marcus."
"Oh…" she mutters, "I am…" she trails off again as another wave hits.
"How about I rub your back?" he queries, "I am fairly decent at it, took a few massage lessons a few years ago."
She nods, looking everywhere but at him because right now she is really embarrassed. He's being so sweet about this but she feels like a complete idiot.
When he stands, he asks lightly, "Mind if I take my sweater off?"
Again she nods not looking at him. However when he sets the folded sweater on the sofa a moment later she cannot help but look up and her hormones catch up with her. Without the heavy sweater on, she can see the thin, body hugging blue tee-shirt he is wearing that draws her gaze to the fact he is well muscled and solid. He looks like he should be playing sports but as far as she knows he does not. When he moves it reminds her of his wolf because he just about stalks and glides at the same time, it's unnerving to a point.
"Turn," he murmurs as he settles onto the edge of the bed and she catches a whiff of the fact the only scent she can find is his. His scent is sweet smelling, like grass, mint, and something else uniquely male.
She does as directed, turning so her back is presented to him, and holds perfectly still, just breathing slowly.
His long fingers start just above her shoulder blade as he begins to rub small circles in an outwards direction before working his way back in and using his thumbs to do the base of her neck under the edge of her hair. Carefully he lifts her hair over her shoulder before rubbing the rest of her neck before beginning to work his way down and over. As his long fingers work into her muscles she leans forward slightly and begins to relax.
Eventually she finds that she is no longer nervous and the need from her heat is the only thing that she can think about.
"Good?" he queries, as he continues to work circles on her back, now edging closer to her sides.
She nods. Continuing to relax and just focus on breathing, just the simple matter of him touching her had lessened the effects of her heat it seemed.
Eventually, his reaches the edge between where her shirt and pants meet.
"Mind if I?" he inquires, and she can feel the tips of his fingers at the edge of her shirt.
She nods slowly, still unsure but knowing that eventually it will have to come off.
Slowly his fingers work their way under the edge of her shirt and continue to rub, now making his way along her sides and up, but he does not remove it, just continues to rub.
After a while he leans slightly forward according to the fact that she can now feel his soft breaths on the back of her neck and it sends tingles down her spin.
"Mind if I take this off?" his voice is still low, though there is a husky element to it now that sends a thrill through her.
She nods, her nervousness returning slightly.
"Yes or no?" he murmurs, "Please use words so there is no confusion."
"I…alright," she answers, "You can take it off."
Her breath catches as he slowly tugs her shirt up and over her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra on her top half.
When his lips softly brush the base of her neck, she gasps, arching back towards him without actually thinking about it. Slowly his lips trace down her spine spending shivers through her. Moaning softly, she arches further, hands bracing on the bed as her hormones take over. She starts to twist around towards him only to be stopped by his fingers slaying under the edge of her bra over her ribs. At the clasp of her bra, he pauses for a moment and even though he says nothing she understands the question.
"Yes," she mumbles.
Carefully he unfastens it but does not do anything more than push it open before continuing to kiss down her spine. When he reaches the top of her pants, he shifts his focus, kissing along to the right on her back before working his way up.
"Hmmmmm," she whimpers as his lips continue to graze across and down, completely circling her back before coming to her spine to go upwards.
"Kon," she whispers trying again to twist around, this time succeeding in turning to kiss him only he turns so she gets his cheek instead, confused by this she gives him a questioning look.
Straightening as he sits back he answers the question, "I won't kiss you, just as I do not kiss Dora, that is something I believe is intimate and should be between two who are more than just sharing a heat,"
Blinking, she considers it for a moment before nodding and stating, "That make sense," she pauses, looking down, "I hope I did not offend you."
He smiles at her, "I am not. It is something I should have specified before." Slowly, he leans forward, allowing her space in case she wanted to withdraw. When she did not, his lips brush against the soft skin of her throat, gently moving in a soft line down to her collar bone before he swirled his tongue around the hallow there.
Over the next three days he carefully acquaints her with the usefulness of having a shifter lover during her heats. Once she gets over the nervousness and shyness that first causes her difficulties, the two of them take their time having sex. In between bouts of her heat flaring up they shower, sometimes together, other times separately or eat, at one point her dad leaves a tray of fresh fruit and veggies for them with some cold tea.
When she wakes late in the afternoon on Sunday it's to feeling like herself again, but the over whelming need to bath is part of the equation. Seated on her sofa is Konrad with an open text book.
"Good afternoon," he murmurs in greeting, "I made sure to place clean towels in the bathroom and Madeline left a box with your name on it outside the door so I left it on your desk." He stands, closing his book and bowing, "I'm going to head home, see you on Friday at the pack meeting."
Sitting up, she makes sure to keep the sheet covering her, "Thank you Konrad," she murmurs, still embarrassed but not as embarrassed as she would have been three days before.
He nods, grabbing his cooler bag and heading out, pausing by the door he inquires, "Do you need any assistance cleaning up?"
She shakes her head, answering, "No, I got it, the washer should be open, Daddy does laundry on Friday, I do laundry on Wednesday."
Bowing once more, this time lower, he turns on his heal and leaves. A few moments later she hears him bid her dad and sister's good day before the front door opens and shuts.
Standing, she looks down at herself and shivers before heading to the box on her desk. Opening it, she is surprised when she pulls out several circular bottles. Checking the labels she discovers that they are all chemical free body products including shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and lotion. Flipping the lid on one of them she sniffs it, and smiles at the fresh apple smell.
Taking her new bathing products into the bathroom, she showers with hot water and her new bathing products. When she gets done, she heads into her room to dress. She is just about ready when she hears the smooth purr of Aidan's car. Smiling to herself, she grabs her bedding to put on the laundry while she is on her way to the door. She knows that her sisters will let him in.
While she is putting the bedding in the washer, Madeline comes in to grab fresh towels out of closet.
"Hi Madeline," she greets her sister with a smile, only her sister ignores her, her scent angry. "Madeline," she calls after her.
Once the washer is on, heads up to her room and makes the bed. She can hear her sister in the next room over and decides to go see what is wrong. Downstairs, she can hear Sofia letting Aidan in.
Knocking on her sister's door she calls, "Madeline, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Go away!" the younger girl answers angrily.
"Come on Madeline, what's wrong?" she pleads with her sister through the door.
A moment later she is startled as the door is opened and the gifted girl is standing there glaring at her. "How could you?"
Confused, she blinks as she asks, "How could I what?"
"Be a slag!" her sister just about screeches, "You've got Aidan, he's handsome and nice and good to you, yet you spent the last three days pretty much having sex with Konrad!"
"Madeline, I…."she begins blushing but doesn't get a chance to finish as her sister slams the door in her face. Turning slowly to go say hi to Aidan who she had heard come in and speaking with her dad, she is surprised to find him standing behind her with a gentle smile on his face. "I…" she starts but trails off not sure what she is going to say, they had discussed her heats, and he had even encouraged her to find a different person to partner during them.
"It's alright," he murmurs, holding his arms open as if questioning for a hug.
She steps forward into the taller shifters grasp, and buries her head against his chest before she starts crying. It's not fair, why is Madeline so mad at her? She's not a slag, really she's not.
"It's alright love, shhhhhh," he murmurs comfortingly as he hugs, rubbing small circles on her back while he rocks her gently. "Here, that's your room right? Why don't you go sit down, I'll speak with Madeline." He tells her as he leads her into her room, she had left the door open because she had considered inviting him up so they could visit in private.
She was still a little embarrassed by her need to cuddle and felt awkward considering doing so in front of her family.
Nodding, she goes with him quietly, slowly gaining control of her emotions, and stopping her crying.
In the room he settles her on the bed and kissed her forehead gently before murmuring, "I'll be right back."
"Alright," she whispers closing her sore eyes.
oOo
Aidan's POV
He had felt her heat in around four pm on Sunday afternoon. While he was sure she had homework, he could help her with anything she need assistance with, but right now he was feeling a strong need to just curl around her and make sure that his scent was imprinted on her rather than someone else's. So after making sure all of his assignments were ready to be turned in on Monday, he grabs a change of clothes to shove in the car along with his books and assignments before heading to a deli to pick up a fruit, veggie, meat, cheese with dips platter along with a two litter of soda, recalling that she seemed to favor cherry doctor pepper when they were out. It's probably more than the two of them can eat, but he hopes that Greg will not mind.
When he gets to the house, it is Sofia who greets him at the door, chattering away at him for a moment before Greg tells her to go wash up for dinner.
"Would you mind if I eat dinner with Charlotte?" he inquires when the little girl heads to the downstairs bathroom to wash her hands.
The older man chuckles, answering, "I expected it actually. I remember when Audrey was has being courted by Gabriel. After every heat she spent with Timothy, he would show up with food and the two of them would spend several hours just cuddling, often times he would feed her bites of food."
He blushes, trying to hold back the chuckle before nodding. "Thank you," he remarks softly.
Grinning, the detective inspector nods, he looks like he is about to say something when from upstairs they hear, "Be a slag!" and both share a look.
Concerned about his bonded, he turns on his heal and heads towards the stairs, he had just reached the top of them Madeline slams her door in his bond's face leaving her standing there just about in tears.
Not knowing what else to do, he silently sets his stuff down on the floor, and steps forward to directly behind her.
When she turns to him looking like she is going to cry and unable to formulate a sentence, he steps forward with his arms open to hug her, murmuring comfortingly before leading her into her bedroom and settling her on her bed for a moment before he withdraws from the room.
Knocking on Madeline's door he just about expects her to open it up yelling. Instead, she jerks it open but is not speaking.
Madeline, may I have a word with you? He politely inquires, giving her a questioning look.
She nods, opening her door up and motioning him in, "Hi Aidan," she greets him, "What can I do for you?"
Why are you mad at your sister? He inquires as he settles onto the chair by her desk.
"Because it's not right! You treat her amazingly. Then she goes and sleeps with Konrad." The younger girl answers angrily.
He nods slowly, considering it for a moment, What do you know of shifters and heats?
"I know that they are unpleasant if the shifter does not have a partner," she responds promptly.
Again he nods, Yep, but it is more than that. Without a partner they are also longer. Even if she wanted to share her heat with me, she couldn't because we are potential bondmates.
Confused she asks, "Why not?"
Because unlike Konrad, I would get her pregnant, only bondmates can get their bonded pregnant, and it is common for the first shared heat to produce a child. Neither of us wish for her to get pregnant while she is in school. He replies, explaining it to her, I suggested that she find a partner for her heats, and I am actually happy that she selected Konrad, since he is training as a Tracker he understands better than most the role between those who are bonded, and a female's need for a partner during her heat.
As he explains the situation to her, her eyes go wide, and he can scents her emotions as she begins to calm down though he can tell she is also feeling guilty.
Why don't you go speak with her for a moment, I am going to go speak with your sire. He suggests as he stands.
She nods, and follows him out, but while he goes down stairs, she stops at her sister's door.
"What was that about?" the detective inspector questions as he sets dinner on the table.
Flicking his tongue to taste the air, he finds that the emotional taste is far less down here, so he replies aloud, "Apparently Madeline was offended on my behalf for Chare spending her heat with Konrad."
Groaning, the older man remarks, "I should have seen that coming and talked to her about it."
He shrugs, tilting his head and listening to the sounds from above stairs, a moment later the younger sister comes walking downstairs.
"Can I get a couple of glasses for the soda?" he queries, to which the detective inspector nods, so he grabs a pair out of the cupboard, before murmuring, "Excuse me," and heading back up stairs. At the top of the steps he grabs the bag, before knocking on Charlotte's door.
"Come in," she calls out, her voice a lot clearer than it had been.
When he steps into the room, he quietly shuts the door behind him before making his way over to the bed. On the end table closest to the bed he lays out the food and soda with the glasses.
Turning to look at her, he finds her curled on her side, with the pillow pulled up against her chest, "Hey Chare," he murmurs as he settles onto the edge of the bed, "Are you hungry?"
She nods, sitting up slowly and sitting the pillow aside. "Sorry," she mutters softly looking at her hands.
He shifts how he is seated on the edge of the bed, scooting up a bit, and pulling her gently against his side. She quickly accepts this new positioning and snuggles up close to him, so he shifts their positioning a bit more, so that he can stretch his legs out on the bed while she is curled up against his side. With his left hand he reaches over and pours her a glass of soda before handing it to her, before he pours himself one. From there he discusses what she wants to eat and slowly feeds her bits of food, occasionally taking some for himself as well. They spend the rest of the night cuddling, visiting, and when they are done eating, he carefully puts the lid back on the tray before curling back up with her. Eventually the two of them drift off to sleep.
Come morning, he offers to take the girls to school after breakfast, and breakfast goes thankfully very smooth. The problems that Chare and Madeline had shared the evening before seem to be gone.
For the next few weeks they return to their normal scheduling of dinner on Fridays and small gifts throughout the week. They also add family dinner on Wednesday's, sometimes with just him and the Chare's immediate family, sometimes with some of the extended Lestrade family, and occasionally over to Eric's house.