Chapter 107 BONUS CHAP. 17 - BEDROOM HEAT
\-CLEO'S POV
"Going somewhere?"
"Yes. I'll be back soon." He came to my side of the bed and bent to kiss my forehead.
My heart twinged because he was going away. I clung to his shirt to stop him from pulling back. "Why are you leaving?"
Staying in the bending position and looking down at me, he explained, "Something happened. Hailey's in the hospital."
"Oh, goddess! I'll come with you." I flung the sheet aside to get out of bed, but he ceased my actions with his leaden hand on my shoulder to keep me stationary.
"No. You are staying here." He authoritatively said in a low voice, " You are housebound, remember?"
"I want to help," I offered with hefty persistence. A thin frown line appeared on my forehead.
Being a leader, I was accustomed to getting things done and being active. Not a dreary housewife. On top of that, the gravitating pull of the mate bond was getting stronger. He was the gravity that was holding me to the earth. Nagging me to be around him, consistently.
This was frustrating.
There wasn't enough to do in the flat to intercept my mind from wandering to anything besides him. He was the bane of my existence and the entire apartment had his imprint.
He stood straight and stroked my cheek with lips stretching into a soft smile. "I know." His other hand removed my tousled hair from my forehead. "You are amazing for that, and once this is over you can help as much as you want, as the Gamma Female by my side. But for now, please stay put."
"Blayne....."
"I'll be back in time to take Zoe to school." He predominantly cuts me short and went out of the room.
For some reason I was upset. I was angry because he didn't kiss me properly before he left. I could not sleep without his warmth next to me. The bed was cold and lonely, missing his closeness. I was becoming a slave to the epic combination of lust, protectiveness, completeness, and love. That is what the mate bond produces. The everlasting link with him was making me mushy and over-reliant.
Questions flooded my mind regarding the unsolved case. Was the killer on the loose again? What could have happened to Hailey? Was there a relation to the killer?
Buried in thoughts, I stared out the glass windows at the morning's gray light. Hours went by and I kept watching the clock on the wall. Then I heard the entrance door open and closed. Blayne was home and I felt a certain satisfaction.
Once he entered the room and saw that I was sitting up, he inquired tenderly with concern, "Did I wake you?" His scent smacked me like a sucker-punch and I reveled in it.
"No." I watched him strip down before me. I gawked, loving the way the lines of his muscles flexed with his movement, and wanting to run my fingers over him.
His shirt was the first to go. I bit my lips and clutched the silk sheets beneath my fingers. My pussy clenched when he unbuckled his belt. My eyes locked on the movement of his fingers as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down. The elevation in his groin area transmitted heat to my core.
He tilted his head to the side with a raised eyebrow that made him look incredibly sexy, "Do you want some?"
In reaction, my jaws tightened. Our eyes kept stagnant on each other's. Remaining in his boxers, he climbed into the bed and lay down flat on his back with a devilish glint in his eyes.
He fluffed the pillow before tucking it behind his head and outstretched his arm for me to lie on it. Being the difficult person that I was, I ignored his gesture and turned my back to him, closing my eyes. My wolf got angry.
I lay down on my own pillow only to feel his strong arm go around my waist and he pulled my back into his chest.
"Go to sleep, baby. I've got two hours before I get up." He murmured into my ears and nibbled on it. His breath caressed my neck and the darn tingles frisk my skin. "Or we could have some fun if you aren't tired."
My eyes flicked open. Fun? I tightened my thighs from the instant reaction to the throbbing in my cunt. The crackling flames of desire ignited. My heartbeat quickened as his hand slid under my shirt and massaged my hips. I could not stop him. The warm, irresistible feeling made every cell in me welcome his touch.
Ever so gently, he turned me on my back and loomed over me. When his lips connected with mine, the kiss was soft, gentle, and sensual. Very much different from his domineering ones that were rough, demanding, and possessive. This kiss denoted care, kindness, longing, and love.
Love? Did he love me?
"I know that I don't deserve you and I could not imagine being
mated to someone as amazing as you." His voice was so alluring and embalming deep as he stared at me as though I was the only girl in the world. "I want to mark you."
Some special force within me was about to surrender. When I opened my mouth to speak, his phone rang nonstop. The determined caller was disrupting the amorous mood. Flocking with irritation, he reached over to his nightstand and took the device up. I saw the
scene.
Darlene calling.....
Aggravation caused me to blow a fuse. Lust fled and I glared at him." Answer."
Yes, he really ought to take the call. This was a conversation that I was truly interested in hearing. Was she one of his women?
Blayne's ear turned red and he gulped. He quickly declined the call and returned the phone to the nightstand, playing cool. "We don't need the interruption."
Trying to kiss me, his head dipped and I dodged his lips and they
landed on my cheek. On the second attempt, he gave up when I began pushing at his chest. The phone began ringing again. I scoffed. The bitch was being very persistent.
"Who the fuck is she?" Bitter jealousy roared through me. I was sour over him seeing anyone else while trying to mate me. It was either he solely wanted me as his mate or he could go and stick his dick up an
ass.
"Baby don't do this right now." A low ailing groan escaped his lips.
"Get off me." Appalled, I shoved him harder. He doesn't budge and lays on top of me, slightly adding more pressure to his body. My wolf whimpered, feeling devastated.
"It's not like that anymore. She's not important." The inner corners of his eyebrows angled up. Dullness and pain swathed his orbs. "Oh, then why doesn't she know that? A woman doesn't call a man at
4 a.m. for idle talk." I fathomed that she was one of his booty calls. Red tints of anger crept into my face and my nose flared.
"I haven't spoken to her in months, which was before I met you." He justified, void of any emotions.
"And how many have you had since you met me?" I demanded to prove my point which, at the same time, was crushing my heart. My
blood boiled.
He floundered with words, suddenly experiencing a speech impediment. "Um....it's.....uh....." His mouth formed different angles and his eyes twitched. "Eh.." But no sensible words came out. "Um."
"She's a lover, right?" I accused with veracity and dug my sharp
claws into his chest. "You don't know how to be committed or
faithful to one woman. I hate you!"
He winced and arrested my wrist with his hands to remove my nails
from his punctured flesh. "Can you please at least give me a chance
to explain?"
"No. Because you'll tell me nothing but lies." I spat. "You don't have an honest bone in your body. Men like you don't change, and as soon as the Alpha permits my freedom, I'll have nothing to do with you.
I'll reject.........."
"Fuck, Cleo!" He blazed and punched the bedhead above me. A hole went right through.
The mistake of releasing one of my wrists allowed my nails to claw
from his ear to his chin. He acted like the wound did not affect him, though blood dripped onto my left cheek.
"Baby, I cannot change my past." His tone lowered now that I gave him my full attention. "Yes, I fucked a lot because I enjoyed it. Sex was fun for me." He shook his head in remorse and looked nervous about his honesty. "I've never been in a relationship because I've never felt anything deep for any of those women." He cupped my
cheek. "You are the only woman in the world who has my heart. I never knew love until I met you. It happened fast and scared the shit
out of me. But I'm willing to be better for you because you're the one for me." My wolf accepted his words as true. I struggled to believe him. Yet
my heart felt bruised and chafed. He pinned my hands above my
head and began kissing my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, and my breast, making me gasp. I melted again. He paused and buried his face in my cleavage, breathing hard.
"A lot of women might show up and say that we've fucked in the past
and I know it'll make you angry." He raised his head to study my reaction. "But please believe me, they can and will never ever match up to you." His eyes pooled with tears as he fought to keep them
frozen. I blinked at his princely face. "I won't ever cheat on you because I never want to lose you. You're my oxygen, my world, and
my moonlight." He brought our hands down to his mouth and kissed my knuckles. "I'm yours."
My heart moved with sympathy. Similarly, tears brimmed in mine. Most of the resentment that I had directed at him was formed from judging his past. Perhaps I was too harsh. Being careful was a necessity because of the abuse that I suffered years ago. The difference between then and now was that Blayne was not forcing
me. He was taking his time for the bond to strengthen and convince
me to accept him.
His voice broke when he bore into my eyes and implored, "I will
never touch another woman as long as I live. I need you to trust me."
The pain and sadness in his voice shattered my heart. My wolf was coaxing me to let go of all reservations and be one with him. Afraid of what words might come out of my mouth, I remained quiet to listen keenly to his proclamation.
"Tell me that you'll accept me. Please." With the most adorable puppy eyes, he mumbled on my white knuckles, hopeful. "Only you can heal the lacerations of my heart. You are the peace to my misery
because meeting you showed me that I was incomplete and no one except you can fill the gaps in my heart." "This is not easy for me. I did not want a mate."
"Listen, Vance told me that your past was difficult and that you had issues with a guy. He did not tell me what you experienced because he believed that it should be your decision to share if you wanted." Gentle and earnest brown eyes begged me to believe in them. His finger moved to draw circles on my chin. I could not stand them making me fall for him. "Just know that I'm not him. I will respect
and treasure you forever. One chance is enough for me and I won't let you down."
"I-I...." I did not know how to respond to him. Deep down, I was racked with distrust. Was this bond worth it? The quantity of my uncertainty was too high to be discarded.
"Baby..." It was more like a moan. "Let me tell you that your face, body, heart, and every single part of you is beautiful. Don't ever change because I am satisfied with you just the way you are. And I will devote my days to learn how to make you happier each day." He murmured to me and, as if it was the most natural response after his declaration, he lowered his lips to mine and held them in a soft kissthat was distinct from the previous ones we had. It was a kiss
kiss. This kiss ripped open the deeply hidden emotions from the baskets of our hearts, tattling everything.
No one had ever said these words to me. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I shuddered from the shivering pleasure that rushed straight to my pussy, creating an intense horniness.
I hoarsely acceded into his mouth, "You only get one chance, Gamma."
Relieved and exhilarated with gaiety, he altered the fashion of the kiss. He raised his tongue and tangled it with mine. His lips moved roughly, kissing me brutally hard and hungrily as he mumbled against my lips, "So (kiss).... can (kiss)....I (kiss).....mark you?"
With lips an inch apart, his eyes flickered down at me, seeing my breathless expression.
With half-closed eyes, I glanced at his handsomeness. Needing more
of his lips, I coiled my fingers in his hair and kissed him back with
the same intensity, and softly let him down. "Nope (kiss)......Not yet ( kiss)." His right hand moved to the small of my back and held me tightly. They pulled me up and dropped me on his thighs with my legs spread apart, around his waist. He crushed me closer to his crotch to feel his bulge. It made me moan in desire. Our hands groped each other, knowing that soon this wouldn't be enough to cool his groin and my loin.
As though my words had just registered in his brain, unexpectedly he broke the kiss. "Why not?"