25 : Mated

Rose and Kai followed Henry and Evelyn to the basement where he locked her mother away. The two of them followed his orders as he told them to grab pillows and blankets, and other items that would make it more comfortable for her while she was locked away. The way she walked into the small, barred cell almost broke Rose’s heart. She looked so much smaller, so much weaker, as she hung her head and her shoulders slumped. She also looked tired. How much had her mother had to deal with all alone? How many times had she saved Rose, and she didn’t even know it? Wasn’t that what she was doing even now?

Henry looked at his watch, “It’s 9am. It’s time to hunker down and try to get some sleep. I don’t think they’re going to try anything during the day. They’ll need rest too.”

Kai hunkered down the hall in a spare room. Henry was in the shower now, while Rose sat at the edge of the bed, staring at her hands. Had her mother really spent all these years protecting her as best she could? She’d spent her life blaming Evelyn for never taking her side. Had she really done all this for her? If that was true, was it really fair of them to lock her away? Her emotions were so conflicted.

When the door to the bathroom opened, the smell of sandalwood soap floated on the air. When she turned to look at him, it was easy to see that his body was broken and bruised. After all, the only thing he came out wear was towel around his waist.

“I can tell you’re distressed by how all this has gone down. I hope you know I did what I had to with your mother. There were no ill feelings toward her. I just need you to know I’m doing my best to try to keep you and Kai safe. I think she listened because she knew I was right.” He said, collapsing on the bed, completely fatigued.

Rose nodded, “I know you did, Henry. I hate to ask, because I know how tired you must be, but what did you learn about mom and my so-called family?” Rose asked, pulling Henry free of his wet towel.

His eyes hooded at her, and she could see desire in them despite his tiredness and exhaustion. “I can’t even believe he has the strength to stand at this point.” Henry muttered, half covering himself with his hand.

“I’ll go get washed up.” Rose practically dove into the bathroom and was out within just a few moments. Henry’s eyes were closed when she came back out. She was a little disappointed, but happy he was able to fall asleep so quickly.

Rose climbed onto the opposite side gently. Not wanting to stir him. As she rolled over though, his eyes had certainly opened, and she could tell he wasn’t ready for sleep. At least no more ready than she was.

Reaching over, Rose rubbed the hair from his forehead. “You don’t have to. You must be worn out. We can talk once you’re gotten rest.”

“Talking isn’t what I have in mind.” He opened his arms.

Rose was curled up into him without waiting. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She said, resting her hands on his chest.

A devilish grin crossed his face, “You won’t. Turn around.”

Biting her lip, she did as he asked, but she was anxious about it. Carlyle had never allowed her to face him, and she worried it would feel different like this. She didn’t want to taint anything that had to do with Henry like she had with Carlyle.

As she backed herself into him gently, his strong arms wrapped around her pulling her deeper into his warmth. “Lift this leg here…” he grabbed her thigh, getting her into the right position, locking her ankle behind his uninjured knee. The moment he did, she could feel his large cock rubbing against her bottom.

“Careful, I’m up from trying almost anything with you, but I really don’t want—”

“Shhhh, Believe me, not what I’m going for.” That made her feel better. As he got her positioned, his hand grazed along her thigh. The touch was enough to prove this would be nothing like what she had with Carlyle. As his hand dipped between her legs, he started playing with her, his fingers working magic over her flesh.

Her back arched against him, moaning as he rubbed her, extracting her juices into his palm. “Oh, Henry.” She could barely handle the way he touched her. She could feel him spreading her wetness over the rest of her, wetting every inch he wanted. His skin was warm against her. “Can you mark me?” She really didn’t know what she was asking, but she remembered him asking her to mark him and her mom said it would help.

Henry froze behind her, “Do you know what that means? Are you sure?”

“That I’ll be yours as you are mine?” She was embarrassed by the squeak in her voice.

Henry kissed along her neck and jawline, suckling along her skin as he did. “Yes. It creates a bond as well. If either of us ends up trying to cheat on the other, the one being betrayed would feel that pain. If either of us were to be injured, the other would feel it. We’ll be able to feel major emotions through each other. Sadness, pain, joy, all of it.” His hand started rubbing her most intimate parts again, his voice husky and full of passion. “I wanted you back when we were kids. The moment I laid eyes on you, it was like I knew you were perfect for me. I can only pray you want me half as much as I want you.”

She gasped as his fingers entered her. Moving every so slowly. “I want you, Henry. It’s so fast, but I’ve always been attracted to you. You’ve been nicer and more caring with me than anyone.” She half turned in his arms, reaching for his face. “It’s terrifying to think about how happy I’ve been these last few days and to think it could come to an end. Now that I know what it can be like, I’m afraid to lose it.”

Henry repositioned himself so that she could kiss him. Using his hand, he rubbed her more quickly making her gasp in his mouth. He couldn’t help but smirk at her reaction. “You still want me to mark you?”

Rose nodded, whimpering as her pleasure built and she was on the precipice of cuming. Pulling his hand from between her thighs, he turned her so that she was facing him. “I want you to mark me properly this time. Put all your emotion into it and think about the bond and connection you want to share with me.”

Rose wasn’t entirely sure she could think as Henry filled her to near bursting. The they fit together perfectly, the pure pleasure she felt in his arms was almost alarming. She could feel his mouth shift against her skin as he started nibbling on her shoulder. She didn’t know how to do that, so she put her mouth over the first bite she’d left on him and followed his lead, applying the same pressure he did.

She kept waiting for the pain. The searing hot brutality she’d experienced with sperm-donner. Instead, he pulled her into him, wrapping her in his scent and warmth. Bliss boiled in her veins as she tasted him. He growled into her shoulder, and started pumping his hips, and she barely even registered the pinch as his teeth slid into her flesh. But at that moment, she couldn’t help but cry out in pure pleasure. Just as she let go, Henry thrust into her longer before she felt him go ridged and release her shoulder.

As she went limp in his arms, his whole body encircled her, pulling her closer as he stayed inside her, holding her against him. Nuzzling the top of her head, “I love you, so very much, Rose.”

“I love you too, Henry.” Exhaustion slammed into her like a train and her body felt sore all over. Was she feeling what Henry was feeling now?

She looked up at him and his eyes were closed, and his breathing became more rhythmic. Pressing her cheek against his chest, she listened to his heartbeat as she soon followed him into the dream world.