Chapter 290 Flirty Kael

Eira’s POV

I hadn’t expected this surprise the moment I woke up. It wasn’t just about clothes, but I felt like Raven was finally accepting me.

I wiped my tears, stepped out of the bed and knelt before him. “Thank you.”

I patted his head gently. “Just know one thing. If you don’t like anything, you don’t need to go against your own wishes to please others, that includes me as well. Just do what you want. No one will mind it. Understand?”

He nodded again.

I offered him a smile. “Good boy.”

“Are you ready?” Kael asked him.

He looked at him and nodded.

“Then you can go downstairs and play with Fluffy. Mommy and I’ll join you in a while,” Kael told him.

The obedient little guy nodded and left.

Probably Kael didn’t want to overwhelm Raven with the emotions I was feeling. A step at a time and I was happy with his first step towards me.

I stood up as well, ready to leave, but Kael stood before me, blocking my way. I raised my head and looked at him with a questioning gaze.

“You are yet to get clothes for me,” he reminded me.

Why is he adamant on getting clothes for him every day? I am sure he did it on his own before I came here.

“Raven got his clothes on his own today,” I told him. “You should do the same.”

In truth, I didn’t know what clothes to choose for him. Before this, I simply chose based on what Raven wore and got similar ones for Kael. But now I was sure Kael didn’t have cute type of clothes like what Raven wore.

For a moment the image of Kael wearing clothes like Raven’s flashed in my mind and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What are you smiling for?” His words got me back to my senses, his expressions serious.

I suppressed my smile, lowered my head and shook it.

“Something naughty going on in your mind?” he asked me.

I shook my head again, doing my best to shake away that image of tall and muscular Kael wearing cute printed clothes. I was used to seeing him mostly in dark shades and well refined clothes that suited his powerful aura.

The next moment his hand grabbed my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. I did my best to suppress my smile. I didn’t want him to know what I just thought.

He raised a brow, “What is it?”

“Nothing,” I said and took a step back. His hand holding my chin hung empty in the air.

His expressions were serious as if he wasn’t going to let me off. He stepped ahead, “Your eyes say otherwise.”

My eyes? Are they giving away what’s in my mind?

The way he moved towards me, looked at me, it felt like a predator ready to capture a pray.

Damn. He might get offended if I said the truth.

“It’s truly nothing,” I instead stepped back again. “Trust me.” My back collided against the wardrobe behind me.

He tall form trapped me just there, his one hand resting at the wardrobe, while the other hand once more lifted my chin up to make me look at him.

“Be a good girl and say it. I want to know what exactly made you smile. I am curious.”

I looked away from those intense-looking eyes of his that felt like they could look through my very soul. “You might not like to know it.”

“I like anything that comes from you,” he said, his voice low, his gaze stuck on my face.

I turned my gaze towards him. For a moment I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. Up close he was the definition of deadly charm, and this closeness with him was affecting me.

At that he was just in a towel and freshly showered. The bond I felt between us felt like tugging at my heart and asking me to just get close to him.

I swallowed hard and looked away once more as I said, “I just ended up imagining you in the clothes like Raven wore today… I am sorry.”

I heard him chuckling softly.

I looked back at him. Instead of being offended, there was a light smile on his lips.

“So you want to see me wearing some cute clothes?” he asked, amused.

I shook my head and was about to say ’no’, but….

“Alright. But what do I get in return?” he asked.

My eyes almost widened.

Did he just agree to wear cute looking clothes? I must be hallucinating.

He inched his face so close to mine, his breath brushing against my skin. “But what do I get in return?”

I gulped. “I… was just kidding…”

“But I look at it as fulfilling my mate’s wish,” his tone was a little playful.

“You… don’t have to…” I murmured under my breath.

Damn this closeness. My heart might burst out soon. Having a mate is another kind of trouble when you can’t control your body.

“But insist,” he said again, “If I can’t fulfil my mate’s wish, that makes me an incapable mate. And I refuse to be one.”

Why is he so adamant on making fun of himself?

“So, what do I get in return?” Now his lips inched closer, almost brushing mine in a teasing way.

It made me wonder since when this ice-block like man learned to flirt. Before it was impossible to even notice a change in his expressions as if the muscles of his face were locked in the same position, or someone like who had facial paralysis and couldn’t move a muscle.

Now he was different. There was a smile, teasing, and even his words and actions were flirty.

“What do you want?” I finally asked, as I found myself losing control over myself.

I was worried I might end up kissing him like what I did with Roman that morning. My wolf seems to have always given up in front of these wolves.

“How about a part of it now and rest after the deal is done?” he asked.

I swallowed. Damn! My heart…

Just then he captured my lips into his. My breath stuck in my throat.