#ch:michael

@thrall-of-the-hill

From Mama With Love

"You like what you see handsome?" Lilith said not even bothering to check behind her to make sure it was her usual favorite lurker. Only Michael ever looked at her with that sort of intensity. She touched up her makeup and finished putting in her earrings before turning to take a look at him a smile on her face. "Do I look better from the front or the back?"

As she spoke she gave a spin in her black dress especially purchased for the firemen's balls she had talked her boyfriend into attending with her.

Lucian had gotten used to the different warm bodies, sounds, and scents that now made up his home. It was because of that that immediately noticed the sound of the once steady heartbeat becoming erratic as he entered the room. A sharp-toothed smile appeared on his face as he stood there in a low slung towel, hands above his head as he dried his hair. Michael was easily excited which often ended up making the older wolf react in turn. Those lingering looks of adoration and pinked cheeks made him feel like he could do anything in the world. This was of course without having to mention the bewitching minx that was Lilith.

Tossed the towel in his hands over his shoulders and approached the other man.

"Hey, there handsome. What's gotten you so worked up." Luci teased as he bent down and took the book from Michael's hands. As he skimmed over a few lines a dark chuckle rumbled its way out of his chest. "Michael baby this is a questionable read. Might I say even salacious at some parts? I could never get into books like this. Not when I have such a delicious-looking snack waiting so patiently to be devoured by me."

Lucian put the book face down on the table next to the chair the other man was sitting in. Leaning down he braced himself on the arms of the chair and stared down at Michael pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Shhh, Shhh Michael." Lilith soothed as she rubbed her soft circles into his back. When he had begun to panic she had immediately shared a look with Lucian. She had only just gotten to explain a bit of the anxiety that would sometimes overcome their boyfriend but he had never witnessed it. The werewolf looked like a kicked puppy a look of worry plan on his face.

"Go turn on the shower and through some of the mint and eucalyptus salts in the bottom of it. I'll get him ready." She instructed as by now she had several different ways to calm the other man down. Lilith figured with the three of them it might be better if they used the shower than to try to cuddle the tightness in his chest away. "It's ok honey just focus on the sound of my voice. Everything is fine and nothing is going to hurt you. Put your head between your legs and take a few small breaths. The shower will be ready soon."

Lilith had also thought she was dead. As many times as they had removed the air from the room in a bid to put out her fire maybe she should be. She reached out and placed her hand against the glass that separated them giving him a tired smile. The young witch was struggling not to let her emotions cause her gift to burn out of control. But every time Michael came back covered in blood or ended up being punished by them she lost it.

"I'm sorry I must be making you worried," Lilith whispered voice hoarse from the last road of soundless screaming. She hated this more than she could put it into words. Here Michael was being forced to get his hands dirty after finally being allowed to live. And she was unable to free him too busy being trapped and used as a pawn to force him to submit. "I worked myself in a froth and they gave me a nice suffocation-induced nap."

Michael, Ch. 19

Tragic Papa!Michael feels are the worst Papa!Michael feels oh my God.