Chapter 132: Grace
My words hung between us in a bitter silence. Rhys took a shaky breath, and I knew he was trying to control his temper. He leaned forward, resting his head on my forehead.
“I understand your panic,” He said, his voice shaking slightly as he tried to keep it carefully controlled. “But at some point, Grace, I need you to start trusting me.”
I took a step back and looked at him totally taken aback. “I do trust you.” I told him seriously.
“Not enough.” He replied sounding completely tortured. “If you trusted me, you would have ran to me, not away from me. You would have known that what happened in your old pack is completely unacceptable and would absolutely never be tolerated here. If you trusted me, you wouldn’t have me blocked all the time, and I would have found you faster. What if you had been in real danger, Gracie? I can’t lose you!”
“I panicked, Rhys,” I said softly, begging him to understand. “I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting away before it could happen again. And I know that sounds silly. I know. But I wasn’t thinking. That doesn’t mean I don’t trust you... I was just scared.”
“I’m so fucking selfish,” Rhys said frustratedly as he ran his hand through his hair again.
“No, you aren’t. I get it. You want me to be the mate you dreamed about,” I answered carefully. “And I’m sorry that I’m not her. I’m sorry that I’m a mess. I’m sorry that I come with baggage and mysteries upon mysteries, and nothing about my life from before makes sense. But I’m trying... Doesn’t that count for something? We’re both trying...”
He nodded tiredly, pulling me into him. He was holding me like I would just disappear, and honestly, he probably wasn’t wrong in thinking that. I kept leaving him, whether emotionally or physically, I was the problem in our relationship. The amount of fatigue on his face told me that I might be taking years off his life with all the stress I was causing for him.
“Also, I’m not blocking you,” I told him, my brain finally catching up to what he had said earlier.
A little voice in the back of my head laughed at my statement, but I didn’t quite understand why.
“Well, that makes me feel a little better that you aren’t doing it on purpose... But yes, you are. I can barely feel our bond because your walls are up.”
“How do you know it’s me that’s the problem and not you?” I asked defensively.
Rhys sighed and combed his fingers through my hair. “Well, do you feel me?” He asked.
“Yes.” I answered.
“And when you reach for the bond, does it feel like you’re hitting a wall and not me?”
“No.”
“Well, that’s what it feels like when I try to feel for you. I can sort of feel you, but then it’s like hitting a fucking wall, and I can’t go any further. I can’t reach you.”
I frowned. “And you’re sure this is because of me, and not because I haven’t marked you back?”
“Well, I could feel you before...” Rhys stated hesitantly, but I realized I had made him nervous by saying I haven’t marked him back yet. “But maybe the mark is fading...”
He turned me away from him, tilted my head to the side and studied where his mark covered the one that had been forcibly put on my skin without my knowledge. I loved having Rhys’ mark, but I hated that it covered something so dark and unwanted. I hated how much I wanted his to be the only one, even if we had broken the effects of the unwanted one.
“I don’t see anything wrong with my mark,” His breath hot on my skin. “But maybe I should mark you again, just in case.”
Goosebumps erupted over my skin, and Rhys began trace my sides with his fingertips. It wasn’t a threat; it was a promise. A promise that I was his even when I acted a fool. A promise that I was his, and only his. A promise that I believed.
His mouth found that sweet spot on my neck and a moan escaped my lips, I tilted my head to give him better access. There was little he could do that I would say no to. I reached up and entangled my fingers in his hair. He was here. He had come after me. No matter where I went, he would always find me. Because he was my mate. He was my love. He was my everything, and he would always come after me.
I gasped as he placed his hand inside my waistband, leaving a trail of tingles as he went. I quickly tried to remove my pants, embarrassed at how wet my panties were.
“No no, love,” He chided, using his other hand to halt my process of trying to strip, pining my arms to my body.
“But-” I looked up at him as he fingers travelled down under my panties.
My face flushed as he found my clit, and I looked up at him begging for more. I needed more.
“You didn’t want me to know, you were wet for me?” He smirked. “Too late.”
“Spread your legs for me, love,” I did as he asked, and it took everything in me to stay standing when I felt like crumbling from all the sensations I was feeling.
I tried to pull at Rhys’s shirt, at my shirt, there were too many layers between us, but my arms were pinned to tightly to my body to be sucessful. Oh goddess, I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly it hurt.
“Ah,” I screamed as he hit a particularly sensitive spot, I was as close to orgasming as possible without actually being in one.
“Let go, love. Let me in,” He whispered in my ear.
I couldn’t say anything, the sensations were too much. I had no idea how I was even standing other than Rhys had to be holding me up.
“Let me in,” He pleaded.
And then my shields that I didn’t even know I had up, came crumbling down, as my walls clenched, and I fell into pure bliss.
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