Life With An English Noble
By: Wizardtho
Chapter 7:
I laid my head on Caleb's chest after the phone call with the pack ended, then whispered, "Take me to bed, please."
He had already taken care of my dinner dishes, thankfully, so he swooped me into his arms to carry me bridal-style to the bedroom. He stood me at the side of the bed, turned down the covers, then trailed kisses down my neck to between my breasts. As he looked up at me from his position, he took the tie from my top between his teeth and slowly pulled. Once it released, he slid his hands up my thighs. Hooking his fingers in my thong, he pulled it down as he finished kneeling.
He helped me step out of it, then caressed his way back up my body. He removed my top, whispering into my neck once he was fully standing, "This has been torturing me since you put it on. Your beautiful nipples were taunting me with every brush against the fabric."
I moaned softly in response, then he whispered after flicking his tongue against one of said nipples, "Let me please you, My Mate. Let me worship you... make love to you." I wove my fingers up into his hair as I nodded, allowing him to guide me up onto the pillows.
Our lovemaking this time was truly that. We worshiped each other completely, kissing and licking every piece of skin we could reach, caressing everything else with our roaming hands. It wasn't frenzied, like our passionate coupling earlier, but instead was much more intimate. It was a learning of each other, a memorizing of every inch of skin, every sigh and moan, the depth of feeling in each others' eyes. Neither of us rushed toward release, instead choosing to savor every second we were connected.
We each found more than a few releases, filled with sighs and breathless whispers of our love, which all seemed to be leading us to something extraordinary. By the time it neared, I was in his lap as we held each other. We trembled in each others arms, our names falling from each others' lips as we peaked together, and it felt like our souls literally merged.
Suddenly my world seemed to shift; everything seemed right... complete. I think he could feel it too, because his eyes went wide just before he kissed me with so much emotion that tears brimmed in my eyes.
He laid back against the pillows, bringing me and the sheets with him, before slowing the kiss to small reverent pecks. His fingers trailed my spine deliciously as he licked and nipped his way up my jaw towards my ear, then whispered, "I don't want to disconnect us. I feel whole when you're wrapped around me so completely."
I sighed in content, thankful I wasn't the only one, kissing his shoulder as I whispered, “I feel it, too.”
I tried to stifle my yawn against his shoulder while his fingers continued their path up and down my back, but Caleb just whispered, "Rest now, my beautiful mate. Let me hold you while you sleep."
He gave me another small kiss, settled the sheet at my hips, then I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed, "Love you... Caleb."
...CPOV...
I knew the instant she walked into my classroom. After being on this earth for 740 years, I had finally found my mate. My mate... and Gods, was she glorious. She was heaven-sent angel, sensual goddess, and sinful torture of the sweetest kind all rolled into the most perfect woman imaginable. Long luxurious hair, large perky breasts, petite waist, full hips, all led to a luscious ass that drove me insane every time I even thought about her. Christ, to top it all off, her scent was exquisite.
The last several years have been complete utter hell, knowing I couldn't have her without breaking the rules, but needing her while instinctively craving to worship her like the mate she was to me. My inner beast purred in satisfaction at the scent of her arousal every time I caught her appraising my form. I never let on that I knew, though. First, I didn't know at the time, that she knew what I was. Second, I had to stay true to my contract with the college, if I was to stay close to her.
My Isa was a hard-working student, always working after hours in one of the studios or dark rooms, letting me know she was goal oriented. I didn't want to tell her before she had gotten her degree of choice, since hopefully, she would consent to change shortly after I was able to tell her of my true self. I was lucky enough to get positioned as her mentor, which abated some of my need to care for her, but I grew increasingly worried about her. I noticed that not only did she work in the studios after hours too frequently, but she also never once met with any of her classmates outside of school... no social functions, no girl's nights out, no bars or clubs. I knew where her house was, but I didn't know if she lived in the main house or over the garage. She spent an equal amount of time in either place.
As the years passed, Isa graduated with dual Bachelor degrees in Art History and Photography, then started working on her Masters degree in Fine Arts. To say I was proud of her accomplishments would be the understatement of a century. She was brilliant, which also showed in our regular coffee meetings at the cafe near campus.
My mate proved to be an enigma at every turn, though. I couldn't wrap my head around her not having any social life at all. I worked hard to gain her trust through the years, but never once did she even attempt to let me in. Finally, just after graduation for her MFA degree, I asked her to coffee, even though it wasn't our usual night. I could see the confusion in her eyes, but she met me there willingly.
I broke down, feeling completely defeated, asking her if I had not earned her trust over these years. I wanted to be let into her world so badly, but I knew I couldn't tell her of myself until she did so willingly. She stiffened for a moment, looking at me was like she was seeing straight through my human facade. It was the same look she had for the briefest of moments on the day we first met. She agreed to finally talk to me, but told me it wasn't a conversation fit for the cafe.
When she took me up to her private studio, which was the space above the garage, I didn't know what I would be walking into. A barrage of emotions flooded me as my eyes caught the wall of charcoals and oils dedicated to the Cullen coven... disbelief, shock, recognition, along with many levels of anger. I could see that the small female and wild-haired male were most prevalent, the images of them the most heartbreaking. I knew without a doubt that she had been hurt deeply by this coven somehow. Instantly my protective instincts kicked in, along with the need to comfort my trembling mate. She most likely wouldn't have wanted my comfort then, though, as she walked to where there was a sheet protecting more oil paintings.
After telling me who they were of, she choked up, excusing herself from the room. I memorized the four paintings, took care to cover them again with the sheet, then made sure the studio door was closed tightly before dashing down to her. She was clearly having a panic attack, so I did what I could to calm her without revealing our mate bond yet, choking down my urge to hold her and purr to her. I was still reeling at the fact that she had known what I was all this time, but never once made any indication to that fact. My mate definitely knew how to keep secrets buried deeply. I wanted to get my hands on that insolent boy for whatever he did to her... make sure that when I was done with him, he had several permanent reminders to never treat another being like that again. It wasn't just him, though. It had been the whole coven. I was surprised the Volturi hadn't been called in, honestly.
Then to find out that shifters had been protecting her since the departure of the Cullens... well, I was beginning to be quite thankful for that fact. If it weren't for the wolf pack protecting her, I would not have a mate to cherish for the rest of my existence. When they offered the treaty, so they could meet me, I jumped at the chance. I thoroughly looked over the terms, finding everything laid out clearly, then signed it quickly before faxing it right back.
The most prevalent part of the night, though, was making love to Isabella. Not only was it highly unexpected, as I had no indication of her feelings until then, but it was the most life altering experience of my entire 745 years. I had wanted to take my time to learn her at first, but Isa's rising need provoked mine, the last several years of not giving into our mutual feelings fueling the flames of our passion. It was full of need, passion, and so much desire for one another that it almost paralyzed me. The only thing driving my movements was her... her mewls and sighs, her arches, her cries of pleasure... she ruled me completely.
Hearing my name fall from her beautiful lips, whether pleading for more or cried out in pleasure as she came, was the most glorious sound in the world. It could only be matched by the actions during our second round of lovemaking. It was as slow as it was erotic, each reveling in the act of learning each other completely, as we both reached multiple orgasms.
Then something shifted. Our bodies started to synch themselves, our hearts and eyes spoke words we couldn't find sounds for; it was as if our souls merged into one as we found a final mutual release. With our eyes locked, we rode the waves of pleasure together until we were both finally, blissfully, spent.
I was immensely relieved when she, too, didn't want our intimate connection parted, as I felt a distinct need for the contact to remain. My fingers seemed to find a natural place tracing along her delicate spine, but as I whispered for her to rest, I silently prayed to the Gods that my tiny mate be able to get more than two hours of sleep. Thankfully, it wasn't long before her breathing evened and slowed, with her nose buried into the crook of my neck as her dainty little hand lay over my unbeating heart.
I continued to silently trace Isa's spine as my thoughts drifted, going over the night's revelations. I knew many things would be changing soon. First, Isabella and I needed to talk about what was to come with us, her change, as well as where we would move to. I hoped she would want to stay in the states for a bit, at least until after her change. I didn't want her anywhere near Europe, with the Volturi issue. They would likely force me to change her right away, but I didn’t want her decision to change to be rushed. Second, I truly wanted to find a way to express my gratitude to Isa's wolves for keeping her safe all this time. I couldn't wait to meet the ones who were such a big part of my sweet little mate's life, and hoped they truly would see me for me, instead of the vampire in me.
Finally, after everything was said, I knew we would be coming face to face with Carlisle Cullen and his coven again at some point. That was a double-edged sword where I was concerned, because though I had always held a high level of respect for Carlisle himself, there was a growing anger seating itself deep in my heart for his actions toward my mate. To know that he held no regard for her life, when their coven had willingly taken her in... well, frankly it pissed me off.
Was he not teaching those he turned the true way of vampire life? Was he disregarding it to keep his coven under his thumb? I knew that the infamous God of War was part of his coven, having thankfully turned away from the violence of the Southern Wars, but he of all people should know better. I could not see Jasper agreeing to leave Isabella on her own after her being so entrenched in their lives... especially when his tiny dark-haired mate was one of the ones closest to Isa. There was something else going on… there had to be. I was determined to find out what that was before Isabella saw them.
The thought of calling Peter -Jasper's closest confidant and second in command- crossed my thoughts more than once. By the time I felt my sleeping beauty starting to stir above me slightly, I had not come to a decision of whether or not to call him. I looked at the clock on Isa's night stand, pleasantly surprised to see that she had slept well passed her two-hour limit without so much as a whimper.
...BPOV...
I woke to gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder, along with the soothing feeling of Caleb's fingers ghosting along my spine. I hummed sleepily as I snuggled further into him, causing him to smile against my shoulder before whispering softly, "Good afternoon, Beautiful. I am immensely proud to announce that you slept for just under 9 hours."
My eyes popped wide open at that, my head automatically whipping around toward the nightstand. He chuckled as I gasped, "Holy shit! I slept! I actually slept, and I didn't have a nightmare! Christ, this is historic! I have to tell the pack, even if it turns out to be a fluke."
I pressed my lips against his deeply, making him let out a hum of appreciation, then he leaned with a grin to grab my phone from the nightstand. I must have looked like the cat that ate the canary as I dialed Sam's number, but Caleb said, “I don't think it was a fluke, Sweet Dove, but we will wait to see if the pattern holds.”
I smiled as Sam picked up, not even waiting for him to say hello before I exclaimed, “Sammy, I slept!”
Sam gasped, then said slowly, "Bella? What do you mean you slept, Honey? For how long?"
I giggled, "Almost 9 hours, Sammy. I slept in Caleb's arms for almost 9 hours without one nightmare. I just woke a few minutes ago, and had to call. It might be a fluke, but I had to tell you anyways."
Sam let out a surprised laugh, then whistled before calling out, “It's Bella! She says she just now woke up, and that she slept for almost 9 hours this time with no nightmares!”
I heard a round of cheers in the background, then Jake asked hopefully, "Jokester Bells? Is it true? Did you really sleep finally?"
I giggled, then Caleb and I both said at the same time, “It's true, Jake. Serious as a heart attack.”
Caleb added, “She slept on my chest peacefully the whole time, without even a small whimper.”
You could hear the collective sigh from the other side of the line as Sam said softly, “Praise the ancestors.”
I put Sam on speaker, then laid back down against Caleb, kissing over his heart once before resting my cheek on it as Jake asked, "You guys are still coming out, right? Nothing's changed?"
At Caleb's bright smile, I said, "We're still coming out, Jake. I wouldn't miss my yearly visit for the world, plus Caleb really seems to want to meet you all. We have a lot to figure out, but the visit is still happening. I may even be able to talk Caleb into spending a few weeks at the Colorado cabin with me, so we can have some of you out for a party."
At that, Caleb kissed my shoulder, smiling, "I'd like that, Isa. It would give me more time to know your wolf family, and I know you miss them terribly."
After several seconds of hushed discussion, Sam said seriously, “Bella, if all goes well during your visit, we'll plan for some of the pups to stay with Quill, since he can't leave Claire. The rest of us will bring our imprints with us for a week at the Colorado place for a party.”
I smiled widely at Caleb, knowing that Sam would never say that if he thought the imprints could be harmed, then whispered, "Thank you, Sammy. It means so much that you would even consider it. We'll check in tonight, as always." The pack all called out their love for me, along with the standard 'stay safe', before we ended the call.
Caleb continued his attentions to my spine and shoulder for several minutes after the call ended. I actually felt like I could go back to sleep, but my bladder disagreed with me fiercely, so I decided to make a compromise. "Caleb? Would you mind me going back to sleep after I have a few human moments?"
He hummed, "Not at all, Sweetheart. Your body is trying to recuperate, and it feels so good to finally have you in my arms. I will gladly hold you as long as you wish, even if it's only for you to sleep in my embrace."
I hummed, kissed over his heart a few times, then whimpered, “I'm going to hate this part.”
He kissed my shoulder, cooing to me as I slowly slid up his length. When I whimpered again at him slipping completely from me, he reassured me, "I am not going anywhere, Isabella. I'm still right here."
He purred and stroked my spine for a few minutes until I calmed, then whispered, “All better now?”
I shook my head, "I seriously hate that part. Promise me one thing. If I ever fall asleep while we're still joined, disconnect us while I'm sleeping, so I don't have to feel it."
Caleb chuckled as he nodded, "I think I can manage that, Isa. Hurry and go have your moment, then come back to me. Would you like to go right back to sleep, or would you rather have something to eat first?"
My yawn answered for me, but I chuckled, "Sleep, please. Food when I wake up again." He grinned and nodded as I hurried toward the bathroom.
Once I had taken care of necessities, I crawled back up onto Caleb's chest, then kissed over his heart before I said sleepily, "If I'm still sleeping at 9, please wake me. I want to have time to shower and eat before I need to check in with the pack, plus we still have a lot to figure out."
He pulled the covers up to settle against my hips, placing a line of kisses along my shoulder before whispering, "Of, course, Sweets. Rest now, and I will wake you when it's time." His fingers began ghosting over my back again, so it didn't take long at all before I was asleep.
I laid my head on Caleb's chest after the phone call with the pack ended, then whispered, "Take me to bed, please."
He had already taken care of my dinner dishes, thankfully, so he swooped me into his arms to carry me bridal-style to the bedroom. He stood me at the side of the bed, turned down the covers, then trailed kisses down my neck to between my breasts. As he looked up at me from his position, he took the tie from my top between his teeth and slowly pulled. Once it released, he slid his hands up my thighs. Hooking his fingers in my thong, he pulled it down as he finished kneeling.
He helped me step out of it, then caressed his way back up my body. He removed my top, whispering into my neck once he was fully standing, "This has been torturing me since you put it on. Your beautiful nipples were taunting me with every brush against the fabric."
I moaned softly in response, then he whispered after flicking his tongue against one of said nipples, "Let me please you, My Mate. Let me worship you... make love to you." I wove my fingers up into his hair as I nodded, allowing him to guide me up onto the pillows.
Our lovemaking this time was truly that. We worshiped each other completely, kissing and licking every piece of skin we could reach, caressing everything else with our roaming hands. It wasn't frenzied, like our passionate coupling earlier, but instead was much more intimate. It was a learning of each other, a memorizing of every inch of skin, every sigh and moan, the depth of feeling in each others' eyes. Neither of us rushed toward release, instead choosing to savor every second we were connected.
We each found more than a few releases, filled with sighs and breathless whispers of our love, which all seemed to be leading us to something extraordinary. By the time it neared, I was in his lap as we held each other. We trembled in each others arms, our names falling from each others' lips as we peaked together, and it felt like our souls literally merged.
Suddenly my world seemed to shift; everything seemed right... complete. I think he could feel it too, because his eyes went wide just before he kissed me with so much emotion that tears brimmed in my eyes.
He laid back against the pillows, bringing me and the sheets with him, before slowing the kiss to small reverent pecks. His fingers trailed my spine deliciously as he licked and nipped his way up my jaw towards my ear, then whispered, "I don't want to disconnect us. I feel whole when you're wrapped around me so completely."
I sighed in content, thankful I wasn't the only one, kissing his shoulder as I whispered, “I feel it, too.”
I tried to stifle my yawn against his shoulder while his fingers continued their path up and down my back, but Caleb just whispered, "Rest now, my beautiful mate. Let me hold you while you sleep."
He gave me another small kiss, settled the sheet at my hips, then I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed, "Love you... Caleb."
...CPOV...
I knew the instant she walked into my classroom. After being on this earth for 740 years, I had finally found my mate. My mate... and Gods, was she glorious. She was heaven-sent angel, sensual goddess, and sinful torture of the sweetest kind all rolled into the most perfect woman imaginable. Long luxurious hair, large perky breasts, petite waist, full hips, all led to a luscious ass that drove me insane every time I even thought about her. Christ, to top it all off, her scent was exquisite.
The last several years have been complete utter hell, knowing I couldn't have her without breaking the rules, but needing her while instinctively craving to worship her like the mate she was to me. My inner beast purred in satisfaction at the scent of her arousal every time I caught her appraising my form. I never let on that I knew, though. First, I didn't know at the time, that she knew what I was. Second, I had to stay true to my contract with the college, if I was to stay close to her.
My Isa was a hard-working student, always working after hours in one of the studios or dark rooms, letting me know she was goal oriented. I didn't want to tell her before she had gotten her degree of choice, since hopefully, she would consent to change shortly after I was able to tell her of my true self. I was lucky enough to get positioned as her mentor, which abated some of my need to care for her, but I grew increasingly worried about her. I noticed that not only did she work in the studios after hours too frequently, but she also never once met with any of her classmates outside of school... no social functions, no girl's nights out, no bars or clubs. I knew where her house was, but I didn't know if she lived in the main house or over the garage. She spent an equal amount of time in either place.
As the years passed, Isa graduated with dual Bachelor degrees in Art History and Photography, then started working on her Masters degree in Fine Arts. To say I was proud of her accomplishments would be the understatement of a century. She was brilliant, which also showed in our regular coffee meetings at the cafe near campus.
My mate proved to be an enigma at every turn, though. I couldn't wrap my head around her not having any social life at all. I worked hard to gain her trust through the years, but never once did she even attempt to let me in. Finally, just after graduation for her MFA degree, I asked her to coffee, even though it wasn't our usual night. I could see the confusion in her eyes, but she met me there willingly.
I broke down, feeling completely defeated, asking her if I had not earned her trust over these years. I wanted to be let into her world so badly, but I knew I couldn't tell her of myself until she did so willingly. She stiffened for a moment, looking at me was like she was seeing straight through my human facade. It was the same look she had for the briefest of moments on the day we first met. She agreed to finally talk to me, but told me it wasn't a conversation fit for the cafe.
When she took me up to her private studio, which was the space above the garage, I didn't know what I would be walking into. A barrage of emotions flooded me as my eyes caught the wall of charcoals and oils dedicated to the Cullen coven... disbelief, shock, recognition, along with many levels of anger. I could see that the small female and wild-haired male were most prevalent, the images of them the most heartbreaking. I knew without a doubt that she had been hurt deeply by this coven somehow. Instantly my protective instincts kicked in, along with the need to comfort my trembling mate. She most likely wouldn't have wanted my comfort then, though, as she walked to where there was a sheet protecting more oil paintings.
After telling me who they were of, she choked up, excusing herself from the room. I memorized the four paintings, took care to cover them again with the sheet, then made sure the studio door was closed tightly before dashing down to her. She was clearly having a panic attack, so I did what I could to calm her without revealing our mate bond yet, choking down my urge to hold her and purr to her. I was still reeling at the fact that she had known what I was all this time, but never once made any indication to that fact. My mate definitely knew how to keep secrets buried deeply. I wanted to get my hands on that insolent boy for whatever he did to her... make sure that when I was done with him, he had several permanent reminders to never treat another being like that again. It wasn't just him, though. It had been the whole coven. I was surprised the Volturi hadn't been called in, honestly.
Then to find out that shifters had been protecting her since the departure of the Cullens... well, I was beginning to be quite thankful for that fact. If it weren't for the wolf pack protecting her, I would not have a mate to cherish for the rest of my existence. When they offered the treaty, so they could meet me, I jumped at the chance. I thoroughly looked over the terms, finding everything laid out clearly, then signed it quickly before faxing it right back.
The most prevalent part of the night, though, was making love to Isabella. Not only was it highly unexpected, as I had no indication of her feelings until then, but it was the most life altering experience of my entire 745 years. I had wanted to take my time to learn her at first, but Isa's rising need provoked mine, the last several years of not giving into our mutual feelings fueling the flames of our passion. It was full of need, passion, and so much desire for one another that it almost paralyzed me. The only thing driving my movements was her... her mewls and sighs, her arches, her cries of pleasure... she ruled me completely.
Hearing my name fall from her beautiful lips, whether pleading for more or cried out in pleasure as she came, was the most glorious sound in the world. It could only be matched by the actions during our second round of lovemaking. It was as slow as it was erotic, each reveling in the act of learning each other completely, as we both reached multiple orgasms.
Then something shifted. Our bodies started to synch themselves, our hearts and eyes spoke words we couldn't find sounds for; it was as if our souls merged into one as we found a final mutual release. With our eyes locked, we rode the waves of pleasure together until we were both finally, blissfully, spent.
I was immensely relieved when she, too, didn't want our intimate connection parted, as I felt a distinct need for the contact to remain. My fingers seemed to find a natural place tracing along her delicate spine, but as I whispered for her to rest, I silently prayed to the Gods that my tiny mate be able to get more than two hours of sleep. Thankfully, it wasn't long before her breathing evened and slowed, with her nose buried into the crook of my neck as her dainty little hand lay over my unbeating heart.
I continued to silently trace Isa's spine as my thoughts drifted, going over the night's revelations. I knew many things would be changing soon. First, Isabella and I needed to talk about what was to come with us, her change, as well as where we would move to. I hoped she would want to stay in the states for a bit, at least until after her change. I didn't want her anywhere near Europe, with the Volturi issue. They would likely force me to change her right away, but I didn’t want her decision to change to be rushed. Second, I truly wanted to find a way to express my gratitude to Isa's wolves for keeping her safe all this time. I couldn't wait to meet the ones who were such a big part of my sweet little mate's life, and hoped they truly would see me for me, instead of the vampire in me.
Finally, after everything was said, I knew we would be coming face to face with Carlisle Cullen and his coven again at some point. That was a double-edged sword where I was concerned, because though I had always held a high level of respect for Carlisle himself, there was a growing anger seating itself deep in my heart for his actions toward my mate. To know that he held no regard for her life, when their coven had willingly taken her in... well, frankly it pissed me off.
Was he not teaching those he turned the true way of vampire life? Was he disregarding it to keep his coven under his thumb? I knew that the infamous God of War was part of his coven, having thankfully turned away from the violence of the Southern Wars, but he of all people should know better. I could not see Jasper agreeing to leave Isabella on her own after her being so entrenched in their lives... especially when his tiny dark-haired mate was one of the ones closest to Isa. There was something else going on… there had to be. I was determined to find out what that was before Isabella saw them.
The thought of calling Peter -Jasper's closest confidant and second in command- crossed my thoughts more than once. By the time I felt my sleeping beauty starting to stir above me slightly, I had not come to a decision of whether or not to call him. I looked at the clock on Isa's night stand, pleasantly surprised to see that she had slept well passed her two-hour limit without so much as a whimper.
...BPOV...
I woke to gentle kisses along my neck and shoulder, along with the soothing feeling of Caleb's fingers ghosting along my spine. I hummed sleepily as I snuggled further into him, causing him to smile against my shoulder before whispering softly, "Good afternoon, Beautiful. I am immensely proud to announce that you slept for just under 9 hours."
My eyes popped wide open at that, my head automatically whipping around toward the nightstand. He chuckled as I gasped, "Holy shit! I slept! I actually slept, and I didn't have a nightmare! Christ, this is historic! I have to tell the pack, even if it turns out to be a fluke."
I pressed my lips against his deeply, making him let out a hum of appreciation, then he leaned with a grin to grab my phone from the nightstand. I must have looked like the cat that ate the canary as I dialed Sam's number, but Caleb said, “I don't think it was a fluke, Sweet Dove, but we will wait to see if the pattern holds.”
I smiled as Sam picked up, not even waiting for him to say hello before I exclaimed, “Sammy, I slept!”
Sam gasped, then said slowly, "Bella? What do you mean you slept, Honey? For how long?"
I giggled, "Almost 9 hours, Sammy. I slept in Caleb's arms for almost 9 hours without one nightmare. I just woke a few minutes ago, and had to call. It might be a fluke, but I had to tell you anyways."
Sam let out a surprised laugh, then whistled before calling out, “It's Bella! She says she just now woke up, and that she slept for almost 9 hours this time with no nightmares!”
I heard a round of cheers in the background, then Jake asked hopefully, "Jokester Bells? Is it true? Did you really sleep finally?"
I giggled, then Caleb and I both said at the same time, “It's true, Jake. Serious as a heart attack.”
Caleb added, “She slept on my chest peacefully the whole time, without even a small whimper.”
You could hear the collective sigh from the other side of the line as Sam said softly, “Praise the ancestors.”
I put Sam on speaker, then laid back down against Caleb, kissing over his heart once before resting my cheek on it as Jake asked, "You guys are still coming out, right? Nothing's changed?"
At Caleb's bright smile, I said, "We're still coming out, Jake. I wouldn't miss my yearly visit for the world, plus Caleb really seems to want to meet you all. We have a lot to figure out, but the visit is still happening. I may even be able to talk Caleb into spending a few weeks at the Colorado cabin with me, so we can have some of you out for a party."
At that, Caleb kissed my shoulder, smiling, "I'd like that, Isa. It would give me more time to know your wolf family, and I know you miss them terribly."
After several seconds of hushed discussion, Sam said seriously, “Bella, if all goes well during your visit, we'll plan for some of the pups to stay with Quill, since he can't leave Claire. The rest of us will bring our imprints with us for a week at the Colorado place for a party.”
I smiled widely at Caleb, knowing that Sam would never say that if he thought the imprints could be harmed, then whispered, "Thank you, Sammy. It means so much that you would even consider it. We'll check in tonight, as always." The pack all called out their love for me, along with the standard 'stay safe', before we ended the call.
Caleb continued his attentions to my spine and shoulder for several minutes after the call ended. I actually felt like I could go back to sleep, but my bladder disagreed with me fiercely, so I decided to make a compromise. "Caleb? Would you mind me going back to sleep after I have a few human moments?"
He hummed, "Not at all, Sweetheart. Your body is trying to recuperate, and it feels so good to finally have you in my arms. I will gladly hold you as long as you wish, even if it's only for you to sleep in my embrace."
I hummed, kissed over his heart a few times, then whimpered, “I'm going to hate this part.”
He kissed my shoulder, cooing to me as I slowly slid up his length. When I whimpered again at him slipping completely from me, he reassured me, "I am not going anywhere, Isabella. I'm still right here."
He purred and stroked my spine for a few minutes until I calmed, then whispered, “All better now?”
I shook my head, "I seriously hate that part. Promise me one thing. If I ever fall asleep while we're still joined, disconnect us while I'm sleeping, so I don't have to feel it."
Caleb chuckled as he nodded, "I think I can manage that, Isa. Hurry and go have your moment, then come back to me. Would you like to go right back to sleep, or would you rather have something to eat first?"
My yawn answered for me, but I chuckled, "Sleep, please. Food when I wake up again." He grinned and nodded as I hurried toward the bathroom.
Once I had taken care of necessities, I crawled back up onto Caleb's chest, then kissed over his heart before I said sleepily, "If I'm still sleeping at 9, please wake me. I want to have time to shower and eat before I need to check in with the pack, plus we still have a lot to figure out."
He pulled the covers up to settle against my hips, placing a line of kisses along my shoulder before whispering, "Of, course, Sweets. Rest now, and I will wake you when it's time." His fingers began ghosting over my back again, so it didn't take long at all before I was asleep.