Adrian's POV continues
I can't believe this, I never reckoned I'd be doing this with my mate one day, persuading her something from a television can't harm her.
“Look at me.” I ordered.
She looks up at me, visibly shivering. Something tells me it's not only the movie she's afraid of, it's me. The moment her violet eyes that seem to be glistening with tears meet mine, I'm at a loss for words, I can't seem to recall what it is that I wanted to say to her. The sound of my Wolf laughing at me is infuriating. Hunter finds it amusing that I don't know what to do, I always know what to do when it comes to the pack, but Camilla. I don't know the right thing to say or do with her.
“Right now I am with you and I will protect you from whatever it is you think crawls in the dark so you don't have to be afraid of anything. Not even me.” I divulge, but it's not solely credible, I can protect Camilla from everything except for the greatest threat to her, Me.
Dismissing the thought I'm what I should protect her from. I take two steps closer to her so I'm standing within an inch of her body, looking down at her, I bring my hand to her cheek and swipe away the tear that rolls down her cheeks when she blinks at me. In the process, I find myself lost in her eyes. I've noticed that everytime my eyes discover her eyes, I can't seem to look away. The pull of her gaze is strong, intriguing and utterly hypnotic. The moment I blink is when I'm set free from her spell-casting eyes. “What was I explaining?” I ask, looking away from her eyes before I do something I will regret later.
“Fear.”
“Fear is merely an illusion; it's all up in your head; it doesn't precisely exist. Fear is something your mind conjures up to play tricks on you. Close your eyes and tell me what you see.”
“A butcher's knife, it has blood on it, so much blood.” She breaths.
“Hey, hey. Look at me, it's okay. It's all in your head, see?”
She nods, letting out a sigh. My eyes flicker to her lips and suddenly the taste of pomegranate and honey lingers on my tongue, making my mouth yearn for the taste. I lean into her and gently take her bottom lip into my mouth. I try to restrain myself but I find myself devouring her mouth, desperate for the sweet taste her lips give. Her lips are a safe heaven that I have done nothing to deserve. That's why kissing her feels illicit, which makes it much more fascinating. Perceiving the doubt in the way her lips respond to mine, I slowly pull away. Her eyes are closed for a second and she sulks when she doesn't feel my lips on her.
“Can you go to sleep now?”
“I don't know.” She lets out, gazing at the floor once again.
“I'm right here, nothing bad is going to happen to you, I might set fire to the world but I guarantee you I won't let a single flame touch you.” I softly whisper.
Her eyes dart from the floor to me, her gaze is questioning and I may not have all the right answer right now but....
Fuck it.
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her to me, smashing my lips onto hers. This time she responds, kissing me with the same pressure and desire that I show to her. Biting on her bottom lip she moan into my mouth, the sound is exquisite, sensual unlike any I've heard in the past. Her breathing gets heavier by the second and so does mine. I slowly haul from her lips to give us both some air, still holding her in my arms I smile. “I can't do it anymore.” I exhale.
“Do what?” She whispers.
“Stay away from you, you call to something in the innermost, darkest place in my soul. You awaken something in me that I loathe but it makes me want you, every inch of you. I can't stay away from you now that I know what your lips taste like, what you feel like in my arms, I just can't...”
She opens her mouth to say something but then pulls her lips together to close it. “Say it.” I whisper, loud enough for her to hear me.
“Alpha Adrian I'm sorry-” Her voice breaks, “I see why you reject me and I honestly don't blame you. I know I'm weaker than everyone else, no one prays for my exact persona when they pray for a mate but Alpha Adrian, I'm trying to be better for you and I love you. That should count for something.....right?” She cries out, a needless amount of tears gracing her face.
“Camilla, I'm not going to lie to you, I don't believe in that mate shit, I'm not for the idea at all I hate that the goddesses choose for us. I'm sorry if I made you feel you're not good enough for me but in certainty, it's me. I'm the problem, I'm not good for anyone, especially not you. You need someone that's patient, kind, innocent and just as compassionate as you are.”
“I don..don't want anyone else.” She sob's.
“You and I are total opposites, I don't have the patience nor compassion that you possess and I don't want to hurt you, you don't deserve someone like me, you deserve so much better. There's a lot of good mate-less men you can choose from who will love you like you deserve but I'm not prepared to let you go, not now that I'm holding you in my arms.”
“So don't.” She whispers.
“I am new to all this ma..mate thing as well as everything you make you feel but I'm willing to try for you, but I will need you to use every ounce of patience you have in you. There's something more between us than love or that legendary mate bond explains, that's how I know it's not real. But this...” I gesture between us. “It's real, I feel it. I just don't know what it is yet.” I run my thumb on the base of her lips and she instinctively opens her mouth, has she done this with someone before? Why did she open her mouth the second my thumb brushed over it? I pull away my thumb and leave her to change into my pajamas.
When I walk out of my closet, she's still standing where I left her, by the light's switch. Her eyes dart from my bare chest to my face before staying glued on my abs. I smirk as I walk past her, she watches like it's the first time she's seen me without a shirt. I turn off the lights and in one swift movement, I lift her in my arms. Laying her on the bed, I joined her. “Go to sleep.” I tell her pulling the covers over her.
“Ok..okay.” She stutters.
“Why do you stutter so much?”
“I only stutter when I'm scared or nervous.” She yawns.
So which of the two do I make her feel? “Come closer,” I tell her, but when she's reluctant, I pull her closer to me and lay her head on my chest. “Go to sleep Mia, and oh, one more thing, don’t call me Alpha Adrian.”
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