My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 52: Intertwined

Kael

I latched onto the jutting ledge at the cave entrance and hauled myself up into the shelter, icy water streaming down my body. I remained on all fours, taking slow, steady breaths as I let the chill permeate every part of me, fully subduing the unbearable heat from earlier.

I got to my feet and pulled the soaked clothes off my body as I stared out at the pouring storm. Some of the perpetual sprays splashed against my skin, but I remained there, letting the cold bite into me.

As I’d expected, the storm still hadn’t budged hours after.

And it might go on for a day or two.

I wrung the water from the wet cloth and made my way deeper into the cave, spreading it beside her wet clothes on the drying fabric.

My eyes drifted to the tent where she slept.

I sighed and turned away, dressing quickly as I returned to my post against the wall.

I felt better. Clearer.

I had done my best to focus on the rain and only the pouring rain. As if my predicament wasn’t difficult enough, her restlessness had added to my discomfort, along with the shocking arousal that had emanated from her too.

I lightly grimaced.

It had gotten to a point where I had to get it out of my system. Touching myself would only fuel the need. And I hadn’t taken any potion. Doing anything would just result in conception...

And a quick drench under the torrent of the freezing rain did more than enough in tamping down the stubborn sensation.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the cavern wall, welcoming the occasional spray that still reached the interior of the cave.

Agreeing to this arrangement might have been a mistake. Or at the very least, I should have brought Ila or someone else along.

My mood soured when I thought back to the moment she wanted to question my refusal. She was panicking, maybe worried about the sensory overload, and I’d just shut her down.

All because I couldn’t control myself around her.

My wolf was quiet, but he was there, watching.

Waiting...

I chuckled at his silent treatment and stared up at the cave’s ceiling.

I would need to follow through on my promise once she woke up. Now that I’d beaten the worst of the lust out of my system, I could manage it.

[ - ]

She was seated, her back facing me as I moved closer, sitting cross-legged on the cave floor as I was careful to keep my movement slow and unthreatening.

"I will channel my energy through yours to assess your syzygy’s stability. It will also allow me to help you regulate your senses properly," I told her. "I’ll feel everything you feel during this."

Her shoulders tensed. "Oh, alright. You said it would be... invasive..."

I paused. "Yes."

I positioned myself behind her, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from her body.

"I am going to place my hand on your back," I warned. "Between your shoulder blades first. Then I’ll move it down your spine as I work. Tell me immediately if anything feels wrong."

She went rigid. "Do... Do I have to expose my back?"

My eyes went wide. "What? No. No! That isn’t necessary."

"Oh, alright."

I placed my palm flat against her upper back.

The contact sent a slight jolt through me. I shook off the feeling and closed my eyes, focusing.

"Relax," I murmured. "I can feel your tension. This won’t work if you’re wound up this tight."

"Sorry," she whispered. "I’ll try."

True enough, her body visibly eased, and I could feel her shoulders relaxing. But she still remained a bit tense.

I let a small amount of my lunar instinct seep into her, just enough to help her fully relax.

She exhaled slowly, and I could hear the surprise in her voice. "What did you—"

"Don’t worry about it. Now, I am going to go deeper. You’ll feel my presence in your syzygy. Please, don’t fight it."

I pushed more of my energy into her, following thin pathways that lit up behind my closed eyes. I watched, mesmerized as her dual forces, gold and silver, branched out and dancing in a chaotic, but balanced manner.

I tried not to get distracted and soon enough, I could sense the problem immediately.

Her senses were not operating at full capacity yet... but the constant tips and frantic tweaks meant they could go up at anytime.

Every sound would be amplified, every scent overwhelming, and every texture vivid. And she had no way to properly regulate it.

Her body wasn’t strong enough to handle it yet, but she could be able to use her syzygy to an extent to fine tune it.

"Close your eyes," I said quietly, my hand still pressed against her back. "Can you sense where I am focused on?"

"Yes..." she whispered, her voice hushed and tinged with fascination.

"You need to learn to tune them individually. You can see how unstable they are."

"Tune them?"

"Like you are adjusting it. Right now, everything looks like it’s about to tip over. There were times, one sense would overpower another, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmm. You need to be able to heighten certain senses whenever needed, and especially keep them stable."

I moved my hand slightly lower on her spine and proceeded to guide her through each of her senses. To my surprise, she quickly picked up on it. From focusing on minute sounds. Her breathing. Mine. Her rapid heartbeat, fluttering against the quickening pace of mine, despite my control. The barely discernable sounds of the roiling clouds amidst the pouring rain, and the rapid hammering of raindrops against the rocks...

We heard everything.

I then explained how she should imagine each sound as a separate stream and only focus on specific individual sounds, while letting the others fade into background noise.

We moved through the rest. Sight, smell, touch, taste. Each sense required careful manipulation, and the same fine-tuning that took concentration and control.

Through the connection, I experienced the world as she did.

A cool breeze drifted into the cave from the storm outside, and I felt the slight shudder that rippled through her skin. My own skin prickled in response, as if the chill had touched me too, even though it should barely affect me.

The scent of rain-washed earth mixed with something uniquely her. And beneath that, faintly, I caught my own scent clinging to her, mingled and merged until I couldn’t distinguish where hers ended and mine began.

I could feel the exact moment her pulse spiked when my hand moved lower on her back. And the way it echoed with mine. I felt the warmth of her skin through the fabric. The way her breathing changed when mine did.