Chapter 505
But none of that was making me feel repulsed~… NONE~ OF~ IT~… It is more like a blissful feeling.
My eyes rolled back as I arched my body. That was when he decided to let go of my mouth, but his hands were still holding onto my cheeks. I panted and gasped heavily, but the others didn’t stop.
After a while, catching my breath, I finally mustered the courage as well as some strength to speak up. My voice gravelly hoarse, “Who~… are yo~u all? Why are you~ doing this to me? Why me p>
“Hahh~ Myra, ohh, my Myra. What are you saying? Has the pleasure mushed your memory, that you don’t remember us? US? ” the one oozing out the scent of sandalwood spoke, his voice came out gruff. “We are your~ of course your, destined mates. “
“Huhh? My wha~… des~ ma~ mates?” I mumbled. The word, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
“I think you are too confused. Let me help you get the blindfold off first. It will help you remember,” one of them said, and then I felt his hand reach the back of my head, and he unknotted the cloth covering.
The blindfold slipped off. Slowly, languidly, I opened my eyes, revealing those mysterious men who had been making me go berserk. The first thing that came to my vision was a pair of striking, sharp, brown eyes. “Now, you see~… who am I?” he said, his voice lazy. I blinked multiple times, but his face remained unclear.
My body tingled as, all of a sudden, I heard a distant voice, “My~ra~ Myra~ Myra, MYRA p>
I instantly jolted up. And looked around. I was in the car, watching the scenery pass by.
“Myra~ are you okay? Look at me~ I heard that familiar voice again. As the person cupped my cheeks and shifted my head, I met those brown eyes once again. My eyes widened as this time~… the face was as clear as crystal. It was none other than Brave Everests.
The sunlight penetrating from the windowsill behind him shone on his face, making him look like a celestial being. He was glowing, shining. His gaze fixated on me as he spoke, “Are you okay? Your face is all red. Gosh~… you are sweating. Let me help you wipe it p>
’Let me help you,’ his words made me come to my senses completely. As he extended his hand to reach my forehead, I, instinctively, pushed him away with all the strength left in me.
Although his body didn’t budge, a look of clear confusion was etched on his face, “You~… why?” I could see even a hint of hurt.
“I~ I am~ I fumbled with my words. Not being able to utter anything intelligible. My mind raced violently, ’Was it all a dream? But~… what kind of dream was that? How can it be so vivid, so real? Did I see Brave~ Brave Everests doing~ doing that with me? He isn’t even human. He is a freaking werewolf. And what about those others? Who were they? What the~… ohh god. Ohhh my freaking god~… what the heck did I just see? No, no, no~ it wasn’t real. It was just some wild imagination. Snap out of it, Myra~ Fucking snap out of it p>
“Ms. Miracle?” my chain of thoughts was interrupted by another voice as the vehicle stopped. I looked at the source, and it was the driver, “Ms. Miracle, are you feeling okay p>
My eyes flickered, and all of a sudden, I was filled with calmness. As I spoke, my voice came out steady, “Yes, I am totally fine.” I gave him a reassuring smile. Believing my words, he started the car once again.
“But~… you look,” Brave said, but I interrupted, looking straight at him, “I am really sorry for earlier. I was having a bad dream. So, my mind was messed up p>
He didn’t say anything for a while, just kept his eyes locked on me. I could tell he was observing me. Then he exhaled a sigh and replied, “It’s okay. You don’t need to apologize. The dream must have been really bad for you to get scared like this. You were even holding onto m~ my arm”
I blinked rapidly, gulping hard. His words made me speechless. ’I was holding onto him? What the fuck is wrong with me?’ And the dream~ it was~ it was just~ I can’t even express my feelings right now.
A shade of crimson must have crept up on my cheeks as I felt the heat rising. “Myra~ umm~” Brave’s voice trailed.
I cleared my throat and replied, “Hmm~ what is it p>
His eyes fluttered as he leaned in. His actions made me back away, instinctively. He was now very close to me, as he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “I want to talk to you about something?” his tone was serious. His breath fanned on my face. The familiar cologne of cardamom mixed with musk infiltrated my nostrils.
My hands clenched and then unclenched, ’This was pure torture.’ I licked my lips subtly and evened out my breathing. Then said, “You can say it p>
His eyes shifted towards Gunnar and then back at me, as he added, “Not here. There are too many eyes and ears. Can we~ talk later tonight p>
“To~ to-night?” my brows were skyrocketing, raising to the roof.
“What I mean is~ in the evening, outside your house,” he clarified. His face held a pleading look. I couldn’t look away, nor could I decline him as I nodded without realizing, my voice came out small, “Okay p>
A charming and magnetic smile was traced on his lips as he mumbled, “That’s great p>
Involuntarily, my eyes lingered on his moist lips and ’gosh~ they look so~… HEY, MYRA. What are you doing? You really have lost all your senses, huhh?’ My inner voice rumbled.
The passionate dream, the dirty thought. FUCK~ I AM DOOMED.
To Be Continued………