The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway novel Chapter 1

Chapter 15 

I‘m speechless, I just keep staring, unable to process what these tingles mean. 

I know what it means, I‘ve been taught about what it means, I just never expected it to actually happen. 

‘What...what‘s that?‘ I ask stupidly, clearing my throat and gesturing to our hands. 

I want to hear it from him, I need to hear it from him. 

‘Fuck it,‘ he growls, he grabs the back of my head with his wounded arm, but clean hand, tangling his fingers in my hair. I barely have to react as he leans down and captures my lips in a sudden kiss. My hands instinctively reach up to support myself against his solid pecs, I splay my hands, enjoying the feel of his hard chest. My eyes are still open, I‘m motionless against his lips, completely blindsided by his actions. It takes me a moment, but I manage to gather some kind of thought process and soften in his arms. I let my eyes fall closed and I kiss him back. 

There is nothing else on my mind but him, I slide my hands up, around his neck, pulling myself closer to him. His hand loosens in my hair to run down my back to my bum, he gives it a rough squeeze and press es me tightly to his muscular build. 

I think I‘ve died and gone to Heaven. 

Myra‘s POV. 

Eventually, his grip eases up and we pull away from each other. I open my mouth and attempt to form words, but nothing comes out. He gazes at me, his ice–blue eyes look troubled, and then he sighs, running his hand through his inky black hair. 

I‘m sorry I didn‘t tell you,‘ he states, his voice is gravelly and apologetic. 

‘Tell me what?‘ I ask, although I have a pretty good idea what he means, this is not something I want to be mistaken about. I‘ve embarrassed myself enough in my life and this could turn out to be very embarrass ing if I get it wrong, 

‘That you are my mate,‘ he says the words so simply, he has no idea of the emotional response my body has to them. They are words I never thought I would hear in my life. I inhale sharply, wondering whether I should pinch myself to test if this is even real. I have been dreaming of this day since I was a lit tle girl, and to have it actually happen, is insanely surreal. 

I snap out of my reverie when he sways again, I pick up the keys from the floor, where we must have dropped them when he grabbed me. 

‘We‘ll talk about this in the car, we need to get you to a Doctor,‘ I tell him, there is no room for argument in my voice and he wisely stays silent as I help him into the car and reverse out of the allotment. 

“How long have you known?‘ I break the silence we have been sitting in for the last fifteen minutes, I force myself to keep my focus on the road instead of sneaking glances at the gorgeous male next to me. 

‘Since I first met you, he admits, and I can hear the guilt lacing his tone. 

“And you kept that to yourself because...’ | trail off, aware that my tone is sarcastic but not caring in the slightest. 

‘We are very different people, if you knew some of the things I‘ve done, or the job that I do, you‘d be hor rified. I was trying to protect you from myself, I‘m no good for you, he explains, and I feel even more con fused than before. 

“Well it‘s nice to know your lack of manners was to keep me at a distance rather than a real personality trait,‘ I tease, and he rewards me with another one of those smiles, I think I‘m going to be addicted to them already.