Chapter 117
Claire's POV
Martin takes my hand and we walk hurriedly across the yard. He looks back at me with a smile as we walk up to his house. By the time I step in and the door shuts Martin's encloses me against it, lifts me up, and wraps my legs around his hips. I gasp but it's swallowed with his lips.
After I get past the initial shock of the two second ordeal I melt into his body and wrap my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through the dark hair on the nape of his neck. His lips are hungry yet soft against mine. He pushes me up a little further up the door and pulls my chest closer to his.
My eyes shoot open and I pull away
"Wait what about Lena and Peter?" I ask panting
He looks at me, breathless "their plumbing is fixed, they moved back yesterday" he says and I nod to go back and kiss his addicting lips
My fingers rake through his soft hair and I savour each movement of our molding lips. It feels like an eternity since I've touched him, been around him. Three days feels like such a long time....
One hand unwraps from my leg and move up to my cheek, moving behind my neck. Hip lips devour mine and his scent amplifies, making me feel lightheaded. Even though my thoughts are blurred and my brain turns to mush when I'm with him. My lust turns into a lust to know more about him, the time we've spent together hasn't been talking about him.
I pull away a little but his lips don't stop, they move to my cheek, then my jaw, and then to my neck. The feeling send chills down to my toes.
"Martin?" I try to say as normally as possible but my voice cracks and I fight to keep my eyes open
"Hmm?" He hums in question and I have to force my moan in by biting my lip
"Can we talk?" I ask, I need to know more about him. About his family, about his life before here, I want to know why he did all those things in the beginning, and I want to know what we are now.
His blissful attach on my neck pauses and he looks up at me with black eyes. He kisses my nose and nods
"of course" he says and drops me down to my feet, my legs very wobbly
"I'm sorry, I just missed you" my heart leaps into my throat at his words
He holds my hand and we walk past the staircase and into his beautiful office. He pulls us around his desk and sits in the dark leather seat. I furrow my eyebrows and turn to the seats across the desk.
He holds my hand and we walk past the staircase and into his beautiful office. He pulls us around his desk and sits in the dark leather seat. I furrow my eyebrows and turn to the seats across the desk.
I feel his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me back "where do you think you're going?" He asks and I smile, almost tripping but I fall into his lap
I wrap my arm around his neck and he pulls my legs across his.
"What do you want to talk about?" He asks and I sigh leaning my head on his chest
"You" I say softly and look up slowly
He shakes his head and smirks "I'm not all that interesting, I want to know more about you" he says, his eyes glowing with interest and his smile growing, the arm around my waist pulling me closer
I giggle and roll my eyes "fine, only if you tell me about yourself after" I say, trying to sound stern
He laughs lightly and it's the most beautiful sound
"deal" he nods and leans back, ready for my explanation
I start when I was young, how my parents never did really like me. I told him the story of how me, Tara, and Lawrence became friends. I tell him about how me and Bervely used to be best friends but five or so year ago she stared to hate me. I tell him a lot about Kenneth and May, how they always made me feel welcomed and loved. When I talked about them I choked up, he frowned and wiped my tears. I told him stories of some of the pack members saying horrible things to me, not mentioning any names, even though he begged me. I knew he would punish them and I didn't care all that much now. He never asked once about why they called me the weak link, I leave out every mention of me being...what I am. It's not that I don't trust him...I'm just scared. I'm scared of what he'll do or what he'll say. I just got him back...I don't want to loose him.
After I finish telling him a few funny stories to lighten the mood he asks me about all of my favourite things. He asks about my favourite color, book, movie, food, place to go. Pretty much every single question imaginable.
By the time I finish my stomach is growling and I feel like I just spelled out my entire life story. He holds me tighter than before and kisses my head
"I'm sorry" he says quietly
I look up at him, my hand in his chest
"what are you sorry about?" I ask him, tilting my head
"About everything, about your uncle and aunt, about not being there three days ago, not coming to you after I knew there was something off going on with your parents, I'm sorry for the way they and your sister treats you" he sighs after finishing and looks away
"Hey" I say softly holding his cheek
"it's not your fault" I tell him honestly "but now you have to tell me about you" I say, changing the subject
"I told you I'm not interesting" he says, his thumb running over my cheek
I pout my lip, determined to get something out of him "please, tell me about your parents, or your older brother" I bat my eyes, trying my hardest to get him to give me something.
He stares at me a moment, debating, but finally lets out a sigh and rolls his eyes
"I can't say no to you" I smile at his comment
"well where do I even start" he massages his head with one hand
"My Father was made alpha at twenty and found my Mother while visiting another pack trying to become allies. A year after they met they were married, mated, and had my brother, Jax. I came four years later" he pauses
"my Father always treated him the best, seeing as he though I'd never be an alpha-...proved wrong" he points out
"my mom didn't though...she loved me and I knew it. She treated us both equally. Jax and me grew up together, but like all brothers fought. By the time he was ten, and me six, my Father started to train him to become Alpha. We grew apart after that point, I still trained but separately. After the years started to pass I started being a better fighter, faster wolf, and stronger being. My Father forced me to stop training and forced Jax to fight harder." He says
"Jax always wanted the best for me, he was never angry towards me or jealous. He knew our Father just wanted him to be the best." I stare intently at him, drinking up all his information. He pauses for a moment and took a deep long breath
"when I was seventeen our pack was invaded by a rival pack, all the Warriors attacked the intruders but some got away...." He pauses a moment and sighs in pain
"one of the wolves got to my Mother, on orders from my Father she was going to the safe house with the rest of the women and children but she didn't make it. She shifted and they fought. My Brother and Father tried to get to them....but he snapped her neck before they could. They tore him apart while I fought another wolf" he winces and looks away, his eyes clamp shut.
"I should have run over there...I didn't even see her. If I knew I would have- I would have-" he cuts himself off
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