“You’ve blocked the memories of her.” I seethe out, what was he hiding. He looks into my eyes puzzled until I see realisation dawn upon his face. Whatever it is, it’s enough for him to hit the side of his head.
“Shit, yes…but not for the reason you think. It’s not my story to tell. Cleo, you are my life, nobody
will ever come between us.”
I could feel the pull of the mate bond, feel its need for us to be as one. Feel it trying to thaw my frostiness.
“Is this you jealous…”
I very carefully bite down on my tongue that wants to argue back that he killed the male that wanted to make me his luna.
That he has been jealous too without understanding what agreement was in place. He acted out in anger, letting his emotions get the better of him.
But I don’t, I know for a fact that will just escalate things further.
“I’m just struggling with why she is still here that’s all. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t be feeling the
same.”
“You’re cute when jealous.”
“Jace.” This was serious. But he has a way of making me laugh, of me not being angry at him for too long.
I couldn’t bear to remain angry at him, it just wasn’t who we were. That wasn’t us, even when I thought he had another; yes I was angry, I was upset, but I was willing to support him.
Even if that meant moving into the shadows so he could have his time in the spotlight. Loving him in secret and unrequitedly.
“Look at us all alone in here, not an eye on us..” His lips move back to my neck, any hint of an argument disappearing, as his tone turns playful.
Excitement rushes through me, instantly replacing the anger that had been bubbling up again as he moves his hands from my hips…his fingers stretching back on my legging waistband.
“I’m sorry my love, I didn’t come to bed last night, let me make it up to you…” He whispers into my ear.
My eyes move down as he pulls at my waistband more, pulling down my leggings. A satisfied growl escapes him as he removes the thong next, making me step out of the clothing…I was naked from the waist down.
I swallow down on the moan that wants to escape me as his hands slowly trail up my legs, my inner thighs…spreading my legs out slightly.
His lustful eyes look up at me as his tongue stretches out, licking between my lower core and the sweet firm nub of my clit.
I was unable to stifle my wanton moan that time. He sucks on the nub, my hands moving to his hair, locking him in place…I needed more, I wanted
more.
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