Garsam woke up on the right side of the bed the next morning. She waltzed into the kitchen humming a song and kissed her mom on the cheek. The Luna Queen looked at her daughter, who was in a totally different mood than last night, and smiled in amusement.
"What's made you so happy?" she asked.
Garsam hugged her mother. "Mmm, getting to spend more time with you makes me happy."
The Luna Queen patted her hand. "That's nice, dear; we can spend more time together as we chat with Miss James during lunch."
Garsam released her mother immediately. "And I'm out."
She grabbed a piece of toast from the table and ran out before her mom could stop her.
"Tch," Garsam mumbled as she left the house. "There's definitely no other mother like her, always thinking up ways to set up her daughter with another girl."
She finished her toast and wiped her mouth. She headed towards Klaus's cabin. What better way to complement a perfect morning than to look at a beautiful person. She snickered as she reached his door. What if she pushed it open, and he just came out of the bath with a loose towel around his waist? She would finally see him blush in embarrassment. If the towel fell in his surprise, that would be even better.
She paused and nearly face-palmed herself. Had she always been this pervy, or did the mate bond bring it out in her? She grinned; either way, she no longer having to die equaled more time with her mate! Perhaps even a whole lifetime.
She raised her fist, but before she could knock on the door, it swung open, and a bare chest met her view. Her eyes took in finely chiseled muscles, well-defined abs, and an attractive V-line that disappeared beneath a plush green towel. He was a literal ice sculpture. She smiled like a fool. Dreams do come true.
"Happy?" He asked in a deep voice.
Garsam nodded, still staring at his glowing chest. Klaus swallowed as he watched his little mate's eyes greedily roam his body.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the cabin. Garsam was half expecting to see the reindeers lounging on the couch or watching TV, but the room was empty. Klaus held her by the waist and pulled her into a hug like he wanted to merge their bodies into one. When he first saw her on the mountain, his ditzy self had felt an attraction towards her. He was not a werewolf, so there was no unreasonable libido. He just felt this fella was quite good looking.
At that point, he still thought she was male. When she featured in his dreams more than once while locked up, he had been afraid. Could it be that after centuries of being mated to women, he was finally swinging another way? It was rather a relief when his winter powers bloomed and everything about her flooded his brain.
He held his tiny mate to his chest. She felt so small; he bent his head and nibbled on her neck.
"I've never been mated to a wolf," he murmured.
Garsam was tickled by his movements. She barely focused long enough to hear his words.
"Mmm?" She moaned.
"How does it work?" He kissed her jaw then her cheeks and her forehead. He kissed everywhere but where she wanted to be kissed.
"Do I mark you? Or vice versa?"
Garsam licked her dry lips and answered. "I am the one to mark you..."
He raised his head to look into her eyes. His figure towered over her. "Then do it."
The list cleared from Garsam's eyes long enough for her to reply. "I can't."
Klaus raised a sharp brow. "Because you're a boy?"
Garsam bit her bottom lip and nodded. Klaus used his thumb to pull the lip from between her teeth; it came out red.
Klaus swallowed, his eyes never leaving her cherry lips. "We can wait till you're ready to come clean, then we'll tell 'em."
"Oh okay?"
Will she ever be ready though.
She didn't have time to think because cold thin lips met hers in an unbelievable kiss. Her first kiss. It was everything and more than she had imagined it would be.
She leaned into him, and he pulled her so close she could feel his heart beat. His hands remained on her neck, pulling her closer. Her mischievous hands, however, roamed across his broad chest, squeezing, rubbing, and feeling every inch of him she could reach. He moaned into her mouth and pulled her even closer till she could barely breathe.
"Mph," she grunted from lack of air.
Klaus released her for a second. "Breath darling, I don't want you fainting now; we haven't even started."
Garsam's knees turned to jelly at the promise in his words. He held her steady with a laugh. Garsam turned red when she felt something poking her.
"I...I'm not ready," she stammered, trying to push him away. Klaus let himself be pushed, but in the process, his towel fell down. Garsam's eyes widened to the size of saucers, her mouth hung open.
"Close your pretty mouth darling; don't tempt me."
Garsam stepped back in fear. She couldn't! She really wasn't ready; she would rather expose her true gender to the pack right now than take that in her!
"I'll see you later...maybe." She opened the door and ran out.
In the cabin, Klaus looked down at his eager soldier and sighed, a hot shower should fix it, he looked up again, who would fix his scaredy-cat on the other hand?
Garsam wrapped the muffler around her head till only her eyes and the top of her head could be seen.
She allowed the cold breeze to cool her down; a second later, it reminded her of his cold lips on hers. She tucked her head and kept moving. She must have looked utterly ridiculous.
She felt a nudge in her head indicating that someone wanted to mindlink her. She opened the mindlink, and her father's voice echoed in her head, successfully driving away her good mood.
"To my office," he ordered.