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The Mating Ball

By WriterKittie All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

Chapter 13

Spencer’s P.O.V.

After lazing around for a while, Dastan and I finally get up to go exploring.

“What do you want to see first?” Dastan asks me as we are walking down a hallway.

“Do we have a courtyard? My cheetah would like to run around for a little bit; she’s still a bit tense from your cousin,” I explain, hoping that he’ll say yes.

He wraps his arm around my waist and squeezes me slightly. “That sounds like a good idea; I need to apologize to her too.” He begins walking down various hallways, taking twists and turns. “Not much farther now,” he says after about ten minutes of walking in silence.

“This is a long way from your bedroom,” I murmur, twisting a lock of my hair around my finger.

He shrugs. “Usually, I just fly out my window.”

I gape at him and stop walking. “And you couldn’t think to do that?” I ask.

“We were already down a bunch of hallways. It would’ve taken much longer to go back and explain to you why we were going back to my room,” he tells me, tugging me so that I begin moving again.

I huff. “Okay.”

“Don’t be a pouty cheetah,” he tells me, chucking my chin. “It’s not cute.”

I glare at him playfully. “You like it when I pout, though.” I stop again and turn to him, jutting out my bottom lip and making a pouty face.

His gaze immediately drifts down to my lips. “That I do!” He growls, pushing me up against the wall and capturing my lips with his own. He bites my lower lip, making me hiss, and then swipes his tongue over it to soothe the sting. I crack my mouth open and his tongue takes advantage of that; it swoops in and tastes each part of my mouth, making me moan in sync with him. Pretty soon, though, we have to pull away for air.

“That was amazing!” I breathe out, looking at his mussed up hair. I must’ve been running my hands through it.

He nods. “Indeed; now, come. Let’s go to the courtyard so you can run off some energy,” he tells me, extending his hand.

I gladly take it and allow him to lead me down a few more hallways before we reach a door. “Is this it?” I ask excitedly.

He chuckles and nods his head. “Yes, Spencer; it is.”

I squeal happily and jump up and down as the guards posted in front of the door open it. “May I?” I bite my lower lips slightly, waiting anxiously for his answer.

He groans and pulls me to him, capturing my lips once more. Our kiss is short, but passionate and when he pulls away, he says, “I guess so.”

I squeal once more and peck his lips before running off into the beautiful courtyard. It’s like a miniature forest. I start off exploring in just my human form, making sure that there are no other (and bigger) shifters here that could find me tasty. Once I make sure it’s safe, I find my way back to Dastan. “May I shift?”

He nods. “Yes, kitten; but please go behind a tree.” He motions to his guards.

I nod and walk behind a tree. After making sure that no one is watching me from behind, I quickly strip and shift.

Sammy? Are you okay? Do you want to talk to Dastan? I ask my depressed cheetah.

She sighs. Will he want to talk to me? He did yell at me, after all.

I huff and stomp out to Dastan. Dastan? Can you hear me? I ask, cautiously testing our link.

He nods. “Yes, I can hear you, kitten.”

I purr at his nickname and rub my head on his leg for a minute. Can you talk to Sammy? She’s feeling like you’re mad at her and that made her all depressed.

“Yes, let me talk to her.”

No! Don’t! Sammy begs as I begin to force her forward.

You need to talk to him. I say as I finally succeed at pushing her forward.


Sammy’s P.O.V.

You need to talk to him. Those are the last words Spencer speaks to me before shoving me to the front and fading to the back of my mind, leaving me with my mate.

I hate you, Spencer. I mutter as I stare up at him timidly.

“Hello. I believe your name is Sammy, right?” He asks after a minute of staring.

I nod slightly, still nervous at what he would say.

“I just wanted to apologize for how I treated you earlier. What I did was wrong. Please…forgive me,” Dastan begs, kneeling down beside me and petting my head gently.

Did I do something wrong? I finally whisper. If I did, please tell me if I did something wrong so that I can fix it.

“You did nothing wrong, Sammy! I wrongly directed my anger and dislike towards my cousin to you! The blame falls solely on me. You did nothing wrong; please believe me! If you ever do something wrong, I will let you know right away!” He cups my face and makes me look into his eyes. His eyes are full of swirling emotions…some that I can make out like sadness and regret…and some emotions that I can’t tell what they are.

Are you sure? I ask doubtfully, sure that I did something. Because I just want to make sure that I didn’t do something wrong.

“I am absolutely sure that you didn’t do something wrong. Please, accept my apology; I am so, so sorry for what I did to you!” He begs.

I frantically nod my head and whine when I see the despaired look on his face. Of course I forgive you, Mate! I could never not forgive you, Dastan!

He immediately looks relieved. “Thank you, kitten. Now, go run out your energy. I’ll be here, watching you,” he says after pecking my nose, causing me to smile internally.

Okay, but I’m giving Spencer back control now. It’s tiring being in control. I say, yawning.

He chuckles. “All right, kitten. Thank you for forgiving me.”

I nod once more before allowing Spencer to take over again.

Feel better? She asks as I yawn again.

Shut up! I say before drifting off to sleep.


Spencer’s P.O.V.

“Is she asleep?” Dastan asks, causing my attention to divert from my sleeping cheetah.

I nod. Yup! She’s out! That’s all I say as I stretch quickly before taking off through the forest. I run all around, scattering up birds and other small animals that are located around the forest. After a while, I make my way back to Dastan, who I dozing in a chair in the sun. I curl up by his feet and allow myself to doze as well.

I love you, Dastan. I say as I drift off further.

I love you too, Spencer. He replies before I finally drift off completely.


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