Chapter 63: I got you

Blake POV

My heart was racing so freaking fast that I didn't know how to calm myself down, and my mind was still trying to figure out what the heck happened out there.

But the main reason my heart wanted to burst out of my chest was that Nero was so freaking close to my body.

Tonight, I expected so much bad stuff to happen, and all my worst nightmares to come true. But being this close to Nero again was freaking unbelievable. I was so excited, even though I was worried.

But I was not that worried about what we do because I brought Nero to my room and not where Loki asked to take him because my bedroom is way more secure than most places in this mansion.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Are you seriously thinking about getting rid of me?" Nero asked, raising a brow.

"No! No." I hastily uttered. "It's just that there are a lot of people against me, and after tonight, there will be a whole lot more. I don't want to give you a burden that will endanger you. So…"

"I want you, Blake, and I am more than capable of taking care of myself."

"Are you… sure?"

"I am."

This time, we didn't have to argue for him to say it, and I didn't have to force it out of him. It came out so naturally that I couldn't help grinning widely.

"What are you gleaming about?" Nero mumbled, caressing my cheeks.

"I'm just happy," I muttered, smiling wider as I gazed into his eyes.

After taking a long look at me, he smirked, his hands raising towards my ear. When his fingertip touched it, I jerked a bit, giggling as I whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Nero mumbled as I felt his fingertip lightly trace the C-shaped outline of my ear.

Without stopping, he leaned towards my neck, and the moment his wet lips rested on my skin, I groaned so freaking loud that a feeling of embarrassment overwhelmed me.

"Cute," Nero whispered, meeting my eyes.

"No, that was humiliating, and I am going to bed," I muttered, withdrawing away from the door and walking over to my bed.

When I got on the mattress, I looked back at him, and he was giggling silently which was even more frustrating.

"Can you stop laughing?" I lashed out softly, pouting at him.

"Why? It was cute." Nero mumbled, still chuckling.

"No, it wasn't."

"It was…"

Unable to finish his sentence, Nero burst into laughter, cracking up so hard that I wanted to kick him in the balls to make him stop.

When he finally stopped, cleared his throat, and wore a serious expression on his face, he looked at me with a coy look in his eyes.

"Did you do that to embarrass me!" I scoffed, trying to act annoyed, even though I wasn't.

"No, I was trying to spice things up," Nero uttered with a deep voice, walking over to the bed.

When he reached me, he had that alluring look in his eyes that made me want to stare into them for hours.

Leaning towards my ears, he whispered, "Did it work? Or should I do it again,"

Of course, I wanted him to do it again because my entire body was already awake and tingling from his first touch.

Before giving me a chance to react, Nero pinned me against the bed and said, "Don't think about it, and just tell me."

Feeling his hand against my gown zip, I shifted slightly as he pulled it downward. When my dress was on the floor, he gazed into my eyes, but I couldn't focus as I felt his hand stroking against the skin of my inner thigh.

"I missed you for the couple of days you were gone," Nero mumbled with a dead-serious look on his face. "The villa felt empty without you annoying me."

My brain couldn't process a response because the further his hand slowly caressed upward, against my skin, the more heated my body became, and when he finally reached the crease of my inner thigh, I curled my toes hard.

A low moan crawled from the back of my throat the instant I felt Nero's fingers so deep between my inner lips, and I grabbed his wrist with trembling hands.

Looking at me with a dark look in his eyes, he smirked and mumbled, "Good. He didn't touch you… I don't have to kill him after all."

"Are you serious," I whispered, frowning at him. "You could have just asked me, instead of inspecting my body!"

"What fun would that be then?"

"You…!"

My mind suddenly went blank and my eyes rolled in the back of my head as I grabbed onto the sheets, curling my toes even tighter while pulling onto it.

"You may sound mad, but your body says you prefer this way," Nero whispered, twitching his finger more before thrusting them hard, deeper.

It felt so freaking embarrassing to look at him as I suppressed an outcry, so I swayed my gaze to the right corn of the room, but Nero's words quickly drew my eyes back to him, "Only I am allowed to do things like this to you from now on, okay?"

"Does that mean you plan to keep me permanently?" I mumbled hopefully, studying his eyes.

Suddenly, Nero stopped, got off the bed, and looked back, staring intensely at me.

"What? Am I a temporary deal to you?" I whispered, afraid of the answer to my own words.

"Of course not." Nero immediately uttered, his eyes fixed on mine. "But to be honest, we are not immortal, Blake. Death is real for us, and I can not guarantee forever with you."

"But you wouldn't leave me, right? As long as you are alive, you are going to keep me by your side, right?" I mumbled, fighting against my urge to cry because I didn't want this to be one of the things that I pressure him into saying.

Keeping a calm mood, I waited patiently for Nero to say something. But he silently walked towards me and sat on the bed without taking his eyes off me.

"Is that what you want… to be by my side?" Nero asked, looking deep into my eyes.

"Yes, I do," I mumbled, feeling reluctant to be truthful entirely. "But you don't have to want it too. I am not forcing you to be…"

"If you want to be by my side, then by my side you shall be until you walk away on your own."

"Huh?"

Gazing doubtfully at him, I softly chuckled and mumbled, "Why would you think I will be the one to leave you?"

"You ran away just last week!" Nero teased, shaking his head slightly.

Although I wanted to counterattack his words, he was right, and I knew it. So I gave a smile and said, "As long as you don't push me away, I am not going anywhere."

"Is that so?" Nero voiced, looking away from me.

His voice was dull when he uttered those words, and I frowned as I mumbled, "You don't believe me? Should we do a pinky swear?"

Shoving my pinky in his face, I wiggled it, and Nero giggled as he calmly uttered, "Stop being childish and go take a shower."

"I am being serious." I pouted, dropping my hand to my side.

For a moment Nero said nothing. Then he faintly smiled and stroked my cheek, mumbling, "I know you are."

The silence between us lasted for a couple of seconds. Then I brushed my palm against the sheets and uttered, "Actually, one of the reasons I ran away from you is because Loki said that he will help me find my mother if I do as he wanted."

Scoffing, I narrowed my eyes and blurted out, "That's the only reason I am obeying him. It's so freaking exhausting!"

"Loki is going to help you find your mother?" Nero asked, looking serious all of sudden.

"Yeah. He won't tell me much about where she is or anything sensible when it comes to her, except useless stuff like I have her beauty, blah, blah, blah!"

"Do you really want to find her?"

"Yeah. But Loki's offer came along with me bearing Killin's mark, and now that I am with you, I am not sure what he's going to do about our deal."

"Right,"

"But it doesn't matter though. I spent nineteen years of my life not knowing her, I think I will be okay during the rest of it without her."

After he had stared calmly into my eyes for a brief moment, Nero gently pulled my head towards him, kissed me on my forehead, and whispered, "I got you."