The Unwanted Mate: The Bond

Chapter 38:

Hannah POV:
I walk upstairs and into my bedroom. What a crazy day today turned out to be. As I walk past the mirror next to the closet I stop and take a look.

My skin is still sore from the marking. I trace my fingers over my body and think back to how Marc's hands did the same thing. How his hands are where exploring the curves off my body. I touch the mark at my shoulder and the sensitive skin sparks at the simple touch. I remember how he licked my skin, how his kisses went from my neck to my collarbone and towards my breasts. I cup my breast like he had done and a soft moan escapes my lips. My core is heating up and I grind my thighs together causing a lovely feeling in my sex. I squeeze my breast a bit and even though I like it, I know that it's nothing like when he did it. The touch of my own hands are not what I need. I need his touch. I need him.

But I know I can't have him. He doesn't want me. But if he doesn't want me, then why did he touch me like that? Why did get so possessive when the prince wanted me?

For a second I consider just taking a shower and going to bed, but I can't. I let him mark me so I deserve some answers! I want to know what is going on. What is his plan and what if they can't break it now?

Letting the spark of determination grow within me, I march out of my room but as I enter the hallway I hear raised voices in the kitchen. It's Nelly.

"What reason can you possibly have? Because I saw you two on the dance floor, goddess I have seen you two for the last week being inseparable. Clearly you enjoy being around her, so why?"

"Because we don't belong together" Marc answer and I feel the by now familiar tug in my heart.

"Bullshit! You just made an enemy of a very powerful man Marc. You might have signed your own death sentence by marking her before he could. So you're willing to die for her, but you don't think you belong together? You know what I think.. I think you care for her so much that it scares you, so it's just easier to pretend like you don't want her. That you don't belong together. But we both know that you do. I can see how you change around her. How you let your walls down" Die for me? I slowly walk down the stairs trying not to make a sound.

"She doesn't want me Nel! She wants to go home. And can you blame her? Just because I have done everything I could to make her feel comfortable for the last two weeks doesn't undo what I did for that first two weeks. It doesn't undo what I did" Because I don't want him? I've never said that? Well I was scared of him for so long and tried to run away and that probably doesn't scream I want you.

"Marc. Have you asked her what she wants? You're scared and I get that. But maybe it's worth it. If you let her go home, then that means that she could fall in love with someone else. Are you okay with that? Someone else kissing her?"

I step forward and see Marc's back. He is tens and suddenly the glass in his hand shatter. It takes him a few seconds before he looks down at his hand. The blood is dripping on the floor but he simply wipe his hand in his pants and say "You know I don't want that"

He doesn't want me to kiss someone else, but that doesn't mean that he wants me.

"Marc" I whisper not believing what is happening right before my eyes.

Slowly he turns around and meet my eyes. He looks like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes wide and frozen completely to the floor.

"Well I think I best get going" Nelly says and walk out the door. "Tell her how you feel Marc!" She yells before she close the door.

We both stand still looking at each other waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the other to say something. When Marc doesn't say something I try to simmer the spark that I felt in my room, and then I open my mouth.

"You think I don't want you?" I say slowly and it's like it woke him up.

"I.. I know you want to go home. I know that.. that you don't want to be my mate"

"I miss my mom, yes. Would the coven let me stay here, probably not. But it doesn't mean that I don't want to say. I don't want to go home. At least not anymore. I've never thought I would experience something like this. Feel like this. And I don't know how I'm supposed to keep going. I don't know how I'm supposed to go on whit my life without you" my voice starts shaking and I feel the tears treated to come forward.

Marc walk towards and in seconds he has my cheeks cupped in his hands me and wipe the tears from my cheeks.

"Stop!" I push myself away from him feeling a confident and rage I've never felt before. "No! I'm sick of crying! I'm sick of being the one that needs to be comforted" I see the hurt in his eyes when I push him away. "Is it true what Nelly said? I have to know Marc"

"Yes. I want you Hannah. In every possible way. I want you to stay. I want you to sleep in my bed. I want to come home to you every day. I want to kiss you. Fuck I want to kiss you so bad. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it out loud, but I will scream it at the top of my lungs if it makes you believe me. Yes I was scared, and hell I still am. I've never felt anything like this, but I know that having to live without it - without you - would kill me"

I feel like my breath is stuck in my throat. I can't believe it. He wants me?

New tears surface and I feel the wetness pouring down my cheeks. But this time it isn't tears of sadness. It's unbelievable pure happiness. Not able to speak, I simply nod.

He close the distance between us and the his lips crash into mine. I close my eyes and wrap my hands around his neck. Slowly but with such passion he kiss me over and over again. My stomach explode and pure fireworks spread through me. I let my fingers slide through his hair and a rumple sounds from him making me smile. His hands tightens around my waist and I have to stand on my toes to reach his lips. His hands are all over me but I don't scare me. It doesn't make me cower away. It makes me come alive. It makes my stomach explode with fire and need.