by Sky Wilde
Grey arrives on the other side of the door and starts banging it. “Mom, if you lay one hand on my love, I will not hesitate to hurt you.”
My aunt smiles at me, with a twinkle in her eyes.
Yup, my mate’s family doesn’t know when to smile or when to not smile.
“Your uncle was like this. He threatened my mom with a threat of killing her and burying her in the backyard, when she hit me around the time we approached her about our bond.” She smirks at the memory’s and reality's correlation.
She trots off and lies back on the chair, waves her hand off signalling the end of our conversation. I take a breath and finally, walk over to the door. I unlatch it, and as the lock opens, the door bursts open. I use my wind to prevent myself from falling onto my butt.
Ugh... we need to discuss about this. He did this the second time.
He sweeps me off my feet and hugs me tight. My breath rushes out of me and butterflies fill my stomach. “I am so sorry, December. I promise not to hurt you anymore.”
Wow. He is strong. I can’t even inhale a breath so I push at his arms, “Can’t—breathe...”
He abruptly puts me down, but still has me on his arm’s length. He examines me from my head to foot and lets out a sigh of relief. “I am fine.” I put in, to make my mate happy.
He turns his head and glares at his mom. She has a pair of sunglasses on and she is lying in the sun as if she didn’t drop the figurative shell bomb on me, as if her son didn’t just threaten her.
Grey drags me by my hand and I let him. He seems to be fuming with anger. On me or on my aunt, he is angry as hell. Still, I wish I had completed the mate bonding ritual yesterday. I sigh out my frustration as the pent-up desire bubbles up.
It is a torture to know that he loves me and wants me as a whole, and being not able to do anything about it. But, first, I need to clear the problem. I wonder whether he will start hating me once he knows the shell bomb his mother just dropped. That my mom killed his father...
He pushes me to an abrupt halt right in the middle of the hallway and I look up into his blue eyes. He drags me to the wall and pins me there. It is really sexy in a way on how he takes control, but it goes south... when his silhouette falls on me... it becomes worse. I try to hold on to the reality when a panic attack strikes, hard.
Don’t worry December. You got your mate; the nightmare is going to be dust.
Still... I can’t breathe normally. “In. Out. In. Out. December. Follow my breaths.” Grey mutters. I close my eyes and follow his lead. Once I get it under control, I open my eyes to see that he is still looming over me. I try not to cower, but when he brings his hand to my face, I flinch.
His face goes sad and he steps back. “I am sorry for that. I just realized that you are hyperventilating... sometimes... when I try to touch you... Why?”
Grey is keeps his distance from me. His jaw is tense and his hands are in a fist. I suddenly realize that he is withdrawing from me, slowly, as if he doesn’t want to hurt me. I close the little distance and place my hands on his chest. He stills like a statue and keeps his hands away from me. At the gesture, a lone tear escapes from the corner of my eye.
“It is not you that I am afraid of...” I brush his cheek with my hand. He leans into the touch but doesn’t make a move to touch me. “I...I have, had... dreams... dreams where...” I choke on the word, ‘Forcibly mated'... Taking a deep breath, I continue, “...dreams as nightmares... dreams of a future I was promised...”
He just gives a little tug to continue; his eyes portraying worry. I don’t want my mate to worry. And so I tell him the truth. The whole truth.
I take a deep breath and utter my nightmare to him. How the shadow pins me to the ground. How it brutally takes away my innocence and all things. My eyes went down of its own somewhere along it. I still utter the whole thing about my promised future. The Alpha. The way I ran. The way I tripped. The way I was abused. Everything.
Pity. That is what I expect on his face. Hell, even I pitied myself for the shitty hand my life dealt me. But, when I raise my eyes. All I see is concern, anger and... Love.
He gently caresses my cheek and... There goes all my fear about shadows and innocence... No words are uttered after that. I just lean into his chest for comfort. We walk with my hand and head on his arm to... somewhere.
When you find love, it messes with your heart. It takes away all the reasoning your mind tries to put in. Hell, it even takes out the inner you, which were locked away by this society and life, out from the deep recess of your mind.
Blind One-sided Love. It is what makes some walk into troubles and do mistakes... but when the love is returned with the same passion, it strengthens tenfold, it becomes true love.
True love will walk through hell and still come unscathed. True love will take on the whole world as one and still survive it. True love will die together in flames and be reborn from the ash as one. Eternally bound together.
I am truly in love with my mate.
Even though fate connected us, I now love him with my whole heart. I will take down anyone who hurts him.
He is mine.
True love
*December*
Grey is still tensed up from before. Even though we have walked for minutes through these damn-long hallways... he is tense. He takes a deep breath and pushes me into his bedroom, before walking in and locking the door. I stand there awkwardly as he makes his way toward me in a trot. He leans forward and lifts me up, and kisses my cheek; he hums a little, moving toward the ear lobe with fleeting contact of his lips. When he kisses the sensitive part behind my ear, I moan in pleasure.
He moves to my ear and whispers in a husky tone. “You do know that your feelings are clear to me like a glass, right?” I nod my head, not looking for words at all. All the kisses has made my centre hot and throbbing for more. My mind is not in an adequate rational state to form words.
“And, I got caught of your arousal and attraction and desire, mixed with frustration for me in the hallway. I connected that and... Do you want to complete the mate bonding ritual, December?” I nod as my mouth becomes dry.
“I am ready for you too, December.” The way he says my name sends shivers of pleasure through my body.
“And I, for you, Grey. I love you.” I finally get the words out. He grins from ear to ear and resumes kissing. He lifts me higher so that our eyes on the same level, by my waist and I wrap my legs around his to support myself.
He uses one arm to hold me by my butt as he uses the other arm to make a trail of touches from the back to my shoulder. The touch is overwhelming in a really exotic way.
I want the clothes between us gone and tug at his shirt impatiently. He catches the thought and lifts his shirt and throws it out. He resumes kissing and teasing me with his fleeting touches. I squirm beneath all the kisses and touches, and the torture he is putting me through. Such a tease.
I want all of him or else I fear that I may break any second. He stops kissing me and moves his lips to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips at the way. I whine when he stops and puts me down. I look up through my lashes to see that he is removing his pants off. He is only in his boxers now, and the evidence of the effect I have on him is undeniable.
I feel my cheek warm a bit. The cheek is not only the part of me which is on fire. My whole body feels as if it was thrown into an oven.
I launch myself at him and he catches me. I devour his lips with mine. I can’t even fathom to think how I became this brave girl. And I don’t care.
“Too much clothes.” My voice goes rasp from all the kissing and the scorching heat inside me. He slowly, very slowly, tugs my shirt off me. All the while devouring my lips. He is branding himself into my lips and I don’t know how I can get over this feeling... how I can stay away from this.
Good thing is I never will stay away from him.
He throws me onto the bed and I squeal. My body feels light before it hits the soft bed with a thud. “Grey Stone, I swe
ar that if you ever throw my like that, I will...” My voice trails off.
What will I do?
He smirks, murmuring the words, “What would you do to me, December?” The words were enough to make my cheek warm and he laughs as he trots toward me. He kisses my feet and slowly moves from there to my calves trailing it to my mid-thigh. Even through the leggings I wore before going off to see my aunt, it is stirring a deep insatiable hunger within me.
“What would you do?” He reaches out with his hand and spanks my butt. I yelp from the sudden pain and narrow my eyes at him. He laughs and repeats, "What would you do?” The hunger inside me is reaching an unbearable level, and he is only using words, not his other things.
I send that feeling towards him. He smirks and finally, starts rubbing at my core through the cloth. My eyelids droop at the pleasure. He laughs and pulls me to the edge of the bed, kneeling before me.
He tugs my pants off and I lift my waists to give away the only clothing apart from my lingerie. As soon as he tosses them aside, his lips touch my inner thigh and pleasure spasms course throughout my body.
When he kisses the edge of my underwear and move to the place I have been throbbing since I got in this room, I moan out my agreement. He groans and pulls away, tossing the rest of our clothes aside—ripped them aside, to be correct.
He pauses and I whine my protest when he doesn’t resume in a second. He doesn’t resume even after that. So I look through my lashes at him. His eyes are skimming over from his blue to forest green. I gasp at the sight. I thought his shifter side was latent and his hunter side was dominant. But now, his inner beast is surfacing. Surfacing to claim me.
His irises shift from icy blue to blue and to green. I can see that he is struggling to maintain the balance. His inner beast, whatever it is, is fighting his hunter side and his balanced side to take control. To claim his mate.
I reach out and touch his cheek. His eyes lock with mine. His eyes skim through the three colours as his three sides fights to gain control. I feel his body rocketing between cold, hot and normal temperature, with respective to the sides.
His voice is not the normal deep voice. It feels eerie as the hunter speaks, “He will hurt you if he takes control now. He will hurt you during your first time. That beast will hurt you... I won’t let him.”
I look through his ice blue eyes, into the hunter side and whisper, “He is as much of my mate as you. I won’t let either of fight over me.” His eyes start turning back from icy to normal blue. “You all will get your turn, now hush, and go back to the ritual.”
His humanity, his balanced one, smiles and resumes what he was doing. We meld with each other. It becomes hard to tell where I ended and where he started. When he thrust through my innocence for the first time, a stab of pain hits me, but is soon washed over by waves of pleasure. We become one and we come as one. He travels the tsunami of ecstasy passing through me by my side and helps me get back down from the high.
We both cuddle together from the afterglow of bonding. I have my head on his shoulder and he has one of his arms draped around me and another over his head. He is teasing my shoulders and mid arm with his fingers drawing circles.
“Now you are wholly mine and I am yours. And you are struck with me for the rest of our life.” I whisper into his mind.
He stares wide eyed at me. I chuckle under my breath and add in normal voice, “Our bodies became one, our souls merged and our minds linked. I will teach you everything.”
“I would like to learn everything from you.” The punctuation on ‘everything’ makes me shudder. Anticipation and excitement, mixed with lust pumps through my body, and he groans.
Oops... I must have sent it through the mate bond.
“I will teach you about my world... our world. And you will teach me about your world. Deal?” I whisper against his chest. He hums his agreement and it vibrates through his chest and flames the need through me higher.
He is mine. I am his.
I am madly and deeply in live with this mixture of both shifter and hunter.
He is my angel and I, his demon. We will fight the world together and we will succeed.
He starts kissing me again and I, once again, give me as a whole to him.
Going on Vacation
*December*
I wake up to the light filtering through the curtain. Is it already morning? Ugh, I feel like I went to sleep just now. I shift around and notice that I am on the bed alone. “Where did my handsome mate vanish off to?” I push my mate bond to find him. I smile when I find him cooking in the kitchen.
Grey is not an amateur in the mate bond and I use it as a leverage to send the words through our bond. I am, right now, seeing through his eyes and find that he is speaking slowly. To himself. To me.
He doesn’t know how to communicate through the bond but he is smart enough to know that I can hear through him. “Wait up, sleepyhead. You are going to need all the calories we burnt yesterday back.”
I blush at the thoughts and swat them aside. I swear that he made me go many more rounds with him. I feel a little sore and a dull ache lingers between my legs. But it was fun to taunt him. And... Getting spanked for it. Not that I didn’t like all the times he spanked me, it is just now my butt is red.
I get up, mentally cursing myself to control the next time and go for the bathroom. I hit the shower to a high temperature and step under it. A sigh leaves me as the water takes away all the exhaustion.
After some minutes, I walk out and wrap a towel around myself, not bothering with drying my hair. When I walk out, my heart jumps from my chest as someone clears their throat from behind me. I jump a little and charge my magic neutralizer to hit whoever it is. I finally, notice that the person is normal and I turn off the defensive mode and magic perspective. I turn and frown at my arch nemesis, the maid, the one with Star tattoo.
I know... she didn’t do much to earn that title, but for now, she is my arch nemesis.
“Miss Rose. Mistress has summoned you to the dining hall.” I frown, once again, at the wrong formalities. I want to yell that I am not Miss Rose. But I don’t.
“Grey is already cooking for me.”
Maybe my aunt didn’t even bother to go into the kitchen. I doubt she even goes into kitchen once.
“Yes. Little master is also going to be there.” A smile forms on her lips. “I must say, little master must like you too much, because he never have set a foot in the kitchen. Also, he is not skilled at what he is doing. Expect burnt eggs from him.”
I don’t like what she said about my mate. But, nevertheless, I nod. She leaves after bowing her head a little bit. I sigh and move to my closet. She turns around and calls out, “Miss Rose. I have placed a dress in your bed, which I think you might like.” I narrow my eyes at her. She matches my stare with a challenge.
I sigh and nod. I don’t back away from challenges
I am so going to regret this, ain’t I?
Yup, when I enter the dining hall, where both my mate and my aunt are present, the air stills. My mate’s jaw goes down on the floor, figuratively. My aunt’s eyes widens into two big balls. The hall becomes silent so much that a pin dropping on one side could be heard clearly from the other.
I look down at the almost dark brown dress and smooth the hem of it. The dress, as I guessed, was shorter than last time. If I leaned down a little bit, my panties would be on display. If someone looked from above, my cleavage will be a feast for their eyes. My belly button was bare and my lower hip on the back side was also bare. Only the sides had any cloth. Otherwise it is just pieces of lingerie.
I knew this will be the outcome when I picked up the challenge. I got to make it clear that I am not a stripper, at all, to that maid.
I walk to my side of the table and Grey motions for me to come to his side. I oblige and when I pass him, he gently taps at my butt. I squeal a little and narrow my eyes at him, but reach out and settle in the chair next to him.
I raise an eyebrow at my
aunt’s still wide eyed expression. She shakes her head and nods. I must have surprised them both with this dress. But, of course, I didn’t pick this.
“You look stunning. Gorgeous. Sexy.” My mate leans closer and whispers to my ear. I blush.
My aunt clears her throat and focuses on the food as if the normal vegan salad suddenly is the most fascinating thing in the world. Grey chuckles and skims a hand to my thigh. I gasp in surprise and when he trails his hands from there to my inner thigh, I sigh from the sensation.
“Congratulation is in order, December.” My mate raises an eyebrow at me. I shake my head in negation. “For completing the ritual.” My aunt continues, without sarcasm or revulsion, to her credit. I instantly blush and let my hair drape around my face as a curtain. Grey laughs under his breath, of course. But when I send my sadness about him laughing at me through the bond, he stills and gives a sad apologetic smile.
“It is just so cute to see you blush. You are adorable when you are embarrassed.” Grey’s voice billows in my head.
Ouch... Too loud...
I mouth, ‘Tone it down.’ Damn, if he continues with this tone, my mind's ear buds will burst. He frowns and gives another one of that apologetic smile.
“The powers are going to be new for you, son.” Her head is focused on me, but she is speaking to Grey. “Your mate, December’s power will start stirring both of your sides, which I... put to a dormant state... when you were a little boy.”
I gasp. I never knew she was able to do that. That requires heavy concentration and high power to pull it off.
Maybe. Just maybe, my aunt is not a weak part-blood as I thought her to be.
“Yes. You already have both of your sides battling against each other’s instincts.” I put in my observation, because if it is already out, she might know something to help me control both sides.
She gives me a questioning look. They both do. I nod and add, “Yesterday, they both surfaced. And... Wanted to claim me... I calmed them down. Your hunter side kept saying that your shifter will hurt me...” Grey has a frown now. It seems he doesn’t know that both sides surfaced.