Chapter 147
Chapter 147
Fiona POV
I’m prepared to go to bed alone, my mood still black as I prepare for bed. The sound of a knock on the door surprises me. I reluctantly open the door, narrowing my eyes as I take in the scene of my mate, holding a small bouquet of flowers and an apologetic expression on his face. I refuse to let him off the hook, stepping back and folding my arms across my chest. He sighs and enters, holding the flowers out to me. I slowly reach out and take them with both hands, cradling them against my chest.
It’s the first time that any man has ever given me flowers that aren’t from my father. I inhale the sweet aroma of the purple roses, enjoying the delicate fragrance and perfume. Despite my anger, my lip begins to curl into a small smile. I appreciate the small gesture. It shows that despite what he had said earlier, that he still cared about me.
“Thank you” I exhaled, placing them carefully on the bedside table so that they wouldn’t get damaged.
He looks somewhat relieved by my sudden loss of anger. “You like roses?” he asks, peering at me carefully.
I give a nod. “I don’t think there is anybody who doesn’t. These are beautiful,” I’m forced to admit.
More than beautiful. I don’t know where he found such pale lilac purple roses but they give the room a romantic atmosphere.
“I know it’s not going to fix things between us,” he says solemnly as I sit on the bed and eye him warily, “but I wanted to give you something to express just how sorry I am about how things went earlier.”
It was an attempt of an apology and I was surprised that he was extending the olive branch first.
“I appreciate it, but I’m not sure why you’ve changed your mind about apologizing. Didn’t you tell me I was overreacting?” I said and saw that he looked remorseful as he carefully gazed at me.
Had somebody knocked some commonsense into him or had he come to this conclusion all by himself?
“You weren’t overreacting. I should have been more empathetic about your feelings. It’s just that, I didn’t fully understand the reason you were so angry. I know you’re hurt. I can’t change the fact that I didn’t wait for my mate but I’m hoping that we could maybe start off again with a clean slate.”
His voice is smooth as silk as he looks at me hopefully. What he’s suggesting is unusual but then so are our circumstances. In the human world, things would be much different from how things went on in the shifter world.
A clean slate. Maybe I had been too quick to condemn him. He wasn’t the first man to sow his wild oats instead of remaining a virgin and if he truly thought he was never going to find his mate, that didn’t make it wrong. I began to nod in agreement, feeling the first inkling of happiness wash through me and then watching his eyes begin to light up, a genuine smile crossing his face. It causes me to feel butterflies in my stomach. He was one sexy god of a man, no matter how angry I was with him. He was impossible to hate or resist.
“Then if it’s alright with you….” he pauses and trails off, before eyeing me meaningfully, “would it be alright if I kissed you?” he asked politely.
Kissed me? I felt my mouth go dry. I coughed, feeling awkward, and yet, anticipation flooded through me, a buzzing sound in my ears. I want to kiss this man and feel his lips against mine. don’t want to remain angry at him any longer. It felt stupid to continue holding a grudge against him. I nod, feeling shy, and watch as he moves towards me, his hand helping me to stand on my feet and then he gently cups my cheek with one hand, his eyes boring deep inside my soul. For a moment I am transfixed by him and his touch.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs appreciatively, his gaze lingering on me and his eyes fixing on mine.
Lalmost scoff at him. I don’t feel beautiful. In comparison to a lo of the girls in this pack alone, I’m pretty sure that I’m only average at best. But his eyes are sincere and so is his voice. He really does think I’m beautiful. It’s a little unnerving. I stand
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motionless, his lips slowly moving closer to me. I close my eyes and then I feel him press his lips against my own. It feels as though I am suddenly struck by a bolt of lightning. My whole bly jerks in shock and he wraps strong arms around me. never breaking off the kiss, deepening it as I struggle to draw in oxygen, my head growing lightheaded. Is this how it feels to be kissed by somebody who loves you? It’s different from everything I have ever expected and more than I could ever have immagined at the same time.
Sweet Jesus. My whole body is beginning to heat up and feel as tough it’s on fire. I melt against him, unable to keep myself upright any longer and his arms are the only thing keeping me from sinking to the floor. He parts my lips with his tongue and then dives his tongue inside, exploring my mouth as I give loud moan. My hands reach up and my arms go around his shoulders, clutching at him tightly as though fearful he might let go.
Heaven. It’s pure heaven. My body fingles all over. The heat connues to build. I can hear myself moaning and feel my body trying to press even closer to him. I begin to tentatively respond to his kiss, my own tongue performing a dance of its own as I begin to caress and lightly explore his mouth. To my shock, he lets out a groan, his own mouth widening further in order to grant me more access. It’s like neither of us wants to stop. The moment is magical. Time stands still. It’s just us, lost in a tight embrace. Eventually, he begins to pull back from me and let out a small whine of disappointment, wanting the moment to last forever. He looks just as affected as he continues to hold me, his eyes resting on me.
I have never felt so out of control and desperate to experience more even as I try not to blush at the thoughts beginning to fill my mind.
“I’ve never felt this way with another woman before,” he tells me firmly. “You are the only one I have felt like this with. I feel the tingles, the sparks between us. I feel the strength of the mate bond and it’s like I only have eyes for you.”
Tears shine in my eyes and I struggle to hold them back. I can see him struggling to contain himself as he continues to talk to me, from the heart this time. “Right now,” he tells me, “the only thing I can think about, the only thing my wolf wants from me, is to mark you and I’m having a hell of a time not doing so. I can’t resist you Fiona, you’re irresistible to me and you won’t ever have to worry about me looking at another woman because nobody can possibly compare to you and the woman I am mates with.”
He meant every single word he was saying. I felt his arms slowly grow lax and then he pulled them away from me, dropping them to his sides. I bite my lip, feeling foolish. I should have given him more of a chance to explain himself instead of just jumping to conclusions or reacting the way I had. He begins to move towards the door and I stare at him, feeling bewildered.
Was he going to just kiss me and leave as if it was nothing?
“Where are you going?“I blurt out.
He looks awkward now. “I have to leave or else I’m going to do something I regret. Kissing you, well it causes a reaction in me that…”
My eyes dart to his genital area and then widen. He’s hard and I can make out his full erection through his pants. I swallow nervously. I’m still not ready for that yet, I acknowledge, but perhaps I can make some sort of compromise? The thought of sleeping alone was not remotely appealing any longer. I could already sense that I would have a sleepless night if I was alone. with nobody else for company, or rather without my mate beside me.
“Would you sleep with me?” I asked and then could have smacked myself against the head as I realized what that sounded
