Your Man IS NOT My Mate

My mind swirls with so many unanswered question.

"Cupcake, are you ok?"

I jump, startled for the umpteenth time since Adrian entered my bedroom. My eyes flicks toward his face, so full of worry as he stares at me with deep concern.

I swallow hard, forcing myself to nod. "Yeah, I'm ok."

"You don't look ok to me.... this is like the fifth time you've spaced out on me."

I sigh looking down at the formula in the text book sitting on my lap.

"Is it that you are tired?" He asks, examining my physical state.

"Yes." I lie, throwing in a random yawn to appear more convincing.

"Then we'll stop here for now, tomorrow is always another day." He closes the book and places it in my bag before returning his attention to me. "I guess I better get going."

I nod and he stands, staring down at me as if waiting for something.

"What?"

"So no goodbye hug?" He playfully pouts, glancing down at his open arms then back at me.

I rise to my feet with a smile, throwing my arms around his neck as his arms snake around my waist. It's meant to be a quick hug which I decided to do, only to avoid raising suspicious about what my ears overheard. I figure if I confront them directly, they might lie and cover it up, so I'll play along, while working alone to get to the bottom of it.

But he instantly shatters my plans when he buries his head within the crock of my neck, inhaling deeply, before releasing a hum of satisfaction.

His breath tickles the hairs of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine and for a moment, I forget about everything as his grip tightens, pulling me flush against his chest.

My breath hitches, my heart beating feverishly as tiny sparks ignite within the pit of my stomach. My nose twitches as it picks up a faint but noticable scent rolling off of him. I've never smelt it before- the tantalizing aroma of freshly cut grass mixed with rain- but there's no deny, it's intoxicating. I feel Stella surfacing, heightening his fragrance as she releases a low purr of pleasure. 'Mate?' she whispers with reservation before disappearing again

Soon, he pulls back, pressing a kiss on my forehead before letting go of me entirely. But as we break apart, I look into his eyes, and for a second, it's like our minds are connected, sharing thoughts without a single word between us. And suddenly, the same urge that plagues me when I'm too close to Officer DéSilver, strikes, and I fall into a trance as my hand, pulled by an invisible force, reaches up to brush against his cheek.

His hand shoots out to cover mine as he leans into the touch. He glances down at me with a soft smile and the current of those ocean eyes sweep me further out to sea and I find myself drowning without the desire to be rescued. His thumb traces over the veins on my wrist, creating an atmosphere so overwhelming that I cave, breathlessly leaning forward with flutter eyes. Then they close and our lips touch awakening the roaring storm inside of me.

My entire body burns as a heat radiates from his body, channelling mine. He nips my bottom lip causing me to moan into his mouth as his tongue slips in, setting off a series of fireworks that sting my skin with desire. I can barely breathe but he deepens the kiss, sucking my soul from my body until I lose my mind.

He finally pulls away, heaving, one of his eyes flickering purple as he holds my gaze. Hunger burns like a flame in his eyes as they rake over my body.

"Tell me you don't want this?" His deeper than usual voice vibration though my body, lodging in my core. I bite my lips, squeezing my eyes shut as the sensation interferes with the wiring of my senses.

How could I? Without a word, my hands tug at the hem of his shirt. His lips curl at the corner as he nods, lifting his hands above his head. I begin to lift, overtaken by a growing greed as my eyes feast on the meal being presented to me. I lick my lip desperate for the opportunity to devour every inch of him.

His scent magnifies, growing stronger. Alluring. Tempting. Irresistible.

His shirt drops to the floor along with my sanity and without thinking, I lean in licking a X scar embedded right above his left nipple. He shudder, fisting my hair as he pulls me back up, crashing his lips unto mine with lustful passion. My hand roams his chest as our tongues battle for dominance.

BANG!

My door flies open as a loud growl pierces the atmospheric thickness of sexual desire. We pull apart, panting and sweating as we both cast our eyes towards the door.

"Is this your definition of studying?" Officer DéSilver's voice booms, his question pointed at me as he holds my gaze. But he doesn't give me time to answer. "Do you know that I can smell you arousal?" He continues making steady strides towards me. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" Rage is all I read on his face and instinctively I coward back.

"Not another step, Alaric!" Adrian growls and the whole room freezes. Alaric? As in my tutor.... As in the reason I needed a bodyguard in the first place? My eyes widen as Alaric's eyes flick to Adrian's.

"If you know what's best for you, you'll leave now." Alaric warns.

"Not until you promise you won't lay a finger on her."

The two engage in a stare battle- one of Adrian's eyes flickering purple and Alaric's, blue- while I stand there shaking like a leaf, unsure of what to do.

Alaric finally breaks eyes contact, turning his eyes to me. "Get into the shower now!" He orders and I'm too afraid to object, so I prepare to go, watching as he drags his gaze back to Adrian. "You have my word, I won't touch her, now."

His 'now' seems like it carries an expiration date, but with new revelations and the replay of past conversations, I have too much on my mind to add more. So much to process that I fear my brain might explode.

I stand under the shower, allowing the cold water to run down my body, calming me as I rub my temple to ease my aching head. But the evening ends just how it begins... My mind swirls with so many unanswered questions.