She took a few steps farther into the room before pausing. “Where will I be the least distracting for you?”
That was a good question. I rested my hand on the barre as I chuckled. “Fuck if I know, I’m curious if I can even get through barre without attacking you. I brought a cup of cold water right there—just throw it at me if I get aggressive.”
She glanced at the water, then raised her eyebrows to me, shaking her head. “That would only be useful if I were of sound mind to use it.” Walking over to the barre, she pointed to the spot behind me. “I’ll stand here so I can watch your steps on the first side.”
“Sounds good,” I said.
Ballet class with just two people progressed very quickly. I briefly showed her the steps for each combination, then we turned the music on and practiced. Ivy learned very quickly, only messing up a few times with what I’d shown, not that it mattered since it was just the two of us.
Her scent quickly permeated the room—that beautiful rosewater and white chocolate scent was everywhere, tickling my nose while hints of it settled in my mouth. Thankfully, I was able to focus through it. In a way, it enhanced my efforts in class as I pushed for a higher lift of my leg, bent just a little bit farther, and softened my lines just a bit more.
When I faced toward Ivy on the left side, I could see the same effect in her as well. There seemed to be an extra stretch of the line, a push for a higher leg position as well, even an extra softness throughout her neckline.
After an hour, we finished barre and moved to stretching in the center—sweat rolling off our bodies. I finished class with a nice cooldown full of a few yoga poses to help stretch us out, catching brief glimpses of her body moving through my positions. Once done, we both lay breathing lightly on top of our yoga mats, tired but also refreshed from the workout.
“I made it through,” I laughed to myself. “No ballerinas were attacked today.”
“Actually, I found your scent very motivating during class,” she said as she sat up from the floor.
“Yeah, I know what you mean. I noticed that too.” I took one more big breath of air before sitting up myself.
My mind drifted to thoughts of performing together in the future while she looked at me. “I’ll have to soften my upper body line a bit to match yours. You have a better flow than I do…”
Suddenly, two hands were framing my face as a pair of lips pressed against mine.
Her lips.
Ivy was kissing me.
I sat stunned, my heart beating wildly while she released my face and sat back, looking at me playfully.
“You kissed me…” I stammered, shocked.
She beamed brightly at me as she nodded excitedly, a blush spreading up her neck.
I reached around her back and pulled her into me tightly, crashing my lips down on hers. So sweet and soft. Her lips ignited a passion inside me that I’d been fighting to keep down since the moment I laid eyes on her. Her mouth parted open, letting my tongue sweep inside. Her kiss was heavenly, and her body melted against me—so soft and supple, her chest pressed up snugly to mine.
A soft moan escaped from her as my hands moved up her back, aggressively pulling her into me. I wanted more badly, and my arousal was suddenly through the roof.
Don’t go too far…
Releasing the kiss, I jerked back trying to steady my heavy breathing. My eyes connected with hers as I repeated myself. “You kissed me!”
“Oh god, was there a correct order to kiss each of you?” Ivy’s eyes grew wide. She reached for her lips, touching where ours had just melted together.
I let out a laugh. “No, only the bonding has an order. Dem has to go first.” After a slight pause, I asked. “Am I the first mate you’ve kissed?”
She nodded again and gave me another quick kiss. Each kiss sent a shot of desire running rampant through my body.
“We’re kissing now!” I knew there was a big, stupid grin on my face, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing a thousand miles a minute on what this meant for the pack. “Weshouldn’t kiss in front of the others until you’re ready for them, too. We don’t want to create pack jealousy.”
“Okay,” she beamed, kissing me again on the lips. I was pretty sure I’d won the lottery, each kiss sent my stomach twirling with butterflies. For some reason, I kept talking in between kisses.
“We shouldn’t kiss too much either…”
Another kiss on my lips.
“But don’t stop kissing me.”
