Growing Pains Keeping Me Up At Night - Chapter 5 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Aiden

Kira huffed at the mere sight of him hovering outside her bedroom. “What do you want?”

He dropped his hip against the doorway, fighting to keep his cool. He had been nothing but a raging hurricane since she walked out on his ball. She didn't even wait to hear him address the clan for the first time. He wanted her to see him. To see the effort he was putting in to becoming the next clan head. A reliable and likeable person.

“To talk more about your daddy issues.” To beg you to stay. To tell you I’m sorry for bringing bad weather to the ball.

“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?” Kira mused with a fire in her eyes and a tight smile to her plush lips. They called to him. All of her did.

He approached, watching her body's conflicting reactions that became more and more evident the closer her came. “Didn’t you also say you wanted to date a guy that looked like your dad?”

Her feet stumbled back a step towards her bed, but her hands seemed to reach for him, then retract in cutely curled fists.“That’s not what I said!” she snapped. Her words harsh but her eyes eating him up as though she might never get another chance to look upon him.

Maybe she wouldn't. That was the secondary reason for the staff's ongoing dismal weather forecast. He had seen the partially completed applications, no doubt left out by Kira's ditzy father. All the adults probably knew, were advising her on the decision. But no one had said a word to him. It doubled the twinging pain in his chest to think they were colluding with her to run away from him.

Aiden blinked. Kira was watching him, her eyes wary now. But it didn't keep him from getting lost in their dark depths for just an extra moment before he rushed forward.

She yelped when he grabbed her sides. Whimpered softly when he slammed their bodies into a knot. Their lips suctioned together, the seal of their conjoined lips becoming unbreakable. Not until they both were sated. Her hips rolled back against his sinfully and he almost joined her in the high-pitched desperate noises department. But she was the department head, and he wouldn't want to invade on her turf.

He spun her, faster than her human brain could probably process. Kira gasped during the turn and the sound shot straight to his cock. With his chest moulded to her delicate shoulder blades, she was exposed for him to wander her front.

The hands around her waist separated, one slid up under her bra cup and the other crawled beneath her jeans to grab a handful of her ass. She gasped, grinding into his touch while simultaneously nodding her head. He let his lips trail up her neck, pressing a loud kiss into the soft spot beneath her jaw. The noise brought a shiver over her small frame..

“Call me daddy," he growled into her ear.

Kira's spine jerked straight against him. “No!” she gasped.

He pinched her soft, beaded nipple and her knees jerked together.

“Ah!” Her hips were rocking side-to-side, as though she couldn't decide if she wanted to push herself into his hands or throw him off like a sailor aboard a swinging ship. "A-Aiden." His name on her tongue was a soft and silky sigh.

“You want to try papi?" he growled into her ear. "I know what your type really is.”

“I don’t have a type!" she finally elbowed him, giving a definitive answer on whether she wanted his hands on her any longer. He released her and stepped back to avoid the swing of her fist. "That doesn’t matter to me!”

"Why not?" Why can't your type be me?

Kira spun on the spot to give him an incredulous look. "Looks aren't what matters, it's about the person themselves. Their personality. What they care about."

And my personality is that of a storm cloud hovering over you. Even though all I care about is you.

They were frozen for a few seconds, staring each other down. Neither spoke.

Aiden stepped close again, brought his nose to bump the tip of hers. And as his mouth began to form the question that was swirling up his insides, she covered it with her own. He hesitated, with Kira hanging from his face like a bush baby to a tree, until the situation suddenly caught up with him. Then they scrabbled at each other, groping and grabbing and pulling at clothes that didn't make it fully off.

When he dropped her to her bed, their mouths broke and she gasped.

Before he could reclaim her lips, she threw both hands up in his face. "Wait." She was breathless. Good. "We need to stop." Not good.

Aiden felt his frown before he could restrain it. "Why?" The word slipped out sharper than he intended.

"Because this is all a joke to you, and I don't appreciate you playing your games with me," she scolded primly. She was already righting her collar and hair. Tight coils that had sprung free of her half-head of braids. It was only with the restraint of a saint that he didn't dig his hands in and trap her lips to his again.

Aiden pushed himself back with his palms on her thick pink comforter, either side of her hips. "But-"

"No. Please leave."

Aiden gave her a beat of consideration time, but her face was set in stern stone, so he sighed and loped away, leaving the door open should she magically decide she doesn't want to play games with him anymore.