Chapter 6: My New Reality

Niko grins. “Let me.” I nod. Niko runs his hands from my knees down to my bare feet. It feels good. He smirks because the cocky bastard knows I can feel him. Chase growls as Niko's hands linger too long. But soon, some very nice black heels appeared on my once bare feet.

“Very nice. Thank you.”

Niko’s grin widens. “No need.” He puts his hand on Chase's shoulder. “Ease up, man.” Then Niko extended his hand to help me stand up. He kissed my cheek. It burned where his lips touched my skin, but it didn't hurt. It was instead a warm tingle that made my panties dampen.

“Take care, both of you. I will see you later.”

We start to leave.

Camille smiles at Chase as she pushes out her fake breasts. “Bye, handsome. Come back soon without the homey bitch.”

Now that pissed me off. “You must really want your ass kicked,” I seethe.

Camille scoffs. “You're all talk anyway. You'll bore him to death.” That infuriates me. I find my hand touching her chest, and my other hand yanking her head back. My lips hover by hers. I start to feel a chilling power enter me.

Chase yells, “Fuck!”

Niko yells, “Shit!”

They both grabbed me and kissed me. Chase looked into my eyes. “Easy, baby.” He started to lower me down.

Camille just fell to the floor, holding her throat. Niko commanded, as he shoved us toward the door, “Get her to safety now! I will erase this!”

Chase gasps. “What is she?”

Niko shakes his head. “Later, now go!”

“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…”

“Hush, none of that,” Chase said before he picked me up and carried me to his car. I just nuzzled my head into his chest and cried.

He sits me in the passenger's seat and buckles me in. He wipes my tears and smooths my hair. He gives me a sweet kiss. He shuts my door and gets in. We drive in silence for a bit before I have to ask. “Would I have killed her?”

“Yes,” he replies.

“I'm a monster! No one can ever love a monster! Just send me somewhere!” I can't handle that I might have killed someone had I not been stopped.

He pulls over. He undoes my seatbelt and pulls me onto his lap. “Now listen here, I might not know what you are, but I know who you are to me. There's so much good in you. You're my mate and you are loved.” He caresses my cheek, and I lean into his touch on instinct. I swear I purr.

He can't feel this strongly so soon, can he? “

It's not too late.”

Chase shakes his head. “Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't want it any other way.” Then he kissed me. With the same respectful control but with more passion this time. I wonder what it would be like to surrender to him, or even if I could. I returned everything that he gave me. Our kiss deepened and intensified. I allowed his tongue entrance. I felt my heart race, and his sprint to catch mine. We pull away breathless and rest our foreheads together. “See, you will never be a monster to me.”

“I believe you.”

Chase smiles softly. “You're special and you're mine.”

“Yours,” I purr. We kissed again as our hands roamed between our bodies. All I could feel was heat, comforting warmth, and so much passion. This is real. No spell or pheromones are causing our attraction and fueling our desire. This is all real!

“As much as I would love to continue, we should wait until we have full privacy,” he says. I now realize that I was dry humping him, and he very much enjoyed it. I blush. He shakes his head playfully. “You are trouble.”

“It's your fault!” I bite my lip because I just blurted that out.

He laughs. “I'm so very thankful for that.” He kissed me sweetly before lifting me off of him and putting me back into my seat. He buckled me in and drove us to the station while chuckling. That sweet, melodious sound just warmed my soul.

This has got to be the strangest day of my life, and it's not over yet. My reality has never been normal, but this? How am I a monster, but not a monster? How can I go from not liking any man's touch to craving them? Now apparently, I am about to meet a very grumpy troll. I wonder what one even looks like. Surely, they aren't huge, ugly creatures like in the movies? I know he told me that there were different types, but what if he just didn't want me to worry?