Her Silver Eyed Mate

Sienna Stone

Sienna POV

“Life is a nightmare that prevents one from sleeping.”― Oscar Wilde

I closed the pocket-sized leather-bound book that had been my mother's and sighed as I looked out at the night sky that was aglow with the bright, twinkling lights of New York City from my penthouse balcony. It was nearly 2am and people are right when they say that this city never sleeps. Which is perfect for me, as I rarely do after a mission.

My mother was a huge fan of Oscar Wilde, or so I was told by my father. In this little book, the only thing I have left of her, are her ramblings, drawings and Oscar Wilde quotes that she tried to live by. Every day I take the time to read through it and I swear each page is probably etched into my mind as if they were my own words by now. It made me feel closer to her. As if she was guiding me and helping me navigate through this messy life. I knew my life would be different the day my father revealed to me who I was. Or more precisely, what I was.

At the age of five years old, many people saw me as an innocent little girl who had lost her mother and gained a wild imagination to compensate for the pain her death had caused. They said it was a coping mechanism that I was making up my own version of reality with purple-eyed men appearing in puffs of smoke, that I could understand what animals were thinking or feeling or was able to manipulate the elements. But I knew it was real and so did my father, even though he had prayed that it wasn’t true. When I started to let my ‘imagination’ run wild at school and gained the attention of my teachers and other children, my human father sat me down and told me the truth. That there were supernaturals in the world and that I was one of them.

I downed the remainder of my G&T and stared down at the streets below. I envied the tiny dots of figures walking by with no idea what danger lurked in their world. Ignorant humans who at any point could be taken advantage of for the supernatural's greed or selfishness. A small part of me wished I had never found out. That I could be one of them. But then I remind myself that is not my purpose. My mother and father did not go through the horrendous ordeal at the hands of those supernaturals just so I could turn a blind eye to it all. That was not me.

I heard the security system of the front door echo through the modern apartment, signalling Archie had finally finished work and come home. I stayed where I was, my hair was still damp from the long bath I’d just had while my short, silk nightgown blew in the breeze and waited for him to find me. He knew where I’d be. It’s where I always was after a kill. I needed my routine. It was my way of shredding the brutality of what I had just done from my mind and body. Come home, a relaxing soak in a scalding bubble bath to unwind, G&T on the balcony while I read my mother’s book, reminding me of my purpose and then s*x. It was what kept me sane and it worked for me.

I felt strong arms in a crisp white shirt wrap around my waist as his sweet, warm breath caressed my skin from behind. He froze when he saw the faint outline of the healing bite mark.

“You’re hurt?” his deep voice was laced with concern and I smiled out into the night.

“Barely. Just a scratch.”

“You didn’t call for backup?”

“It wasn’t necessary. I handled it,” I replied, turning in his arms and wrapping my own around his neck. Dark blue eyes peered down at me with unspoken words. The look on his handsome face was infuriating. He always worried, but I didn’t see it like that. His worry was his lack of belief in my abilities. In my training and hard work, “Don’t.”

“What?” he questioned as I pulled out of his embrace and strolled back into our apartment.

“You know what Archie. That look. That is not what I need from you and you know it.”

I heard him sigh behind me as he followed. I headed for the bedroom, making it very clear what I required instead. He paused at the bedroom door and folded his arms across his chest as I perched on the bed, leaning back on my hands and biting my bottom lip seductively.

“You know I want to give you everything, Sienna. When will you let me?”

I pursed my lips together in annoyance. Not this again. “You are already giving me everything. Well, nearly everything… come here and I will show you exactly what I need…” I replied as I ran my hand up my thigh, inching the silk material higher.

His face remained stoic and his jaw clenched. “Sienna, I am trying to have a serious conversation with you. You can’t keep this up. Look at you. Every mission takes its toll on you that little bit more. And I am not your little plaything to just use to make yourself feel better. I have feelings. I have needs too!”

I groaned and fell back on the bed holding my hand over my eyes. Why? Why did he have to go there? I can handle these conversations when I am calm and less… agitated. He knows that. Yet he chooses now as the perfect time to bring up ‘the talk’.

“Well, that is mature,” he scoffed when I didn’t reply. I ground my teeth and breathed in deeply. If I wanted to get what I needed from him tonight, I would have to meet him halfway. Pulling myself up to a sitting position on the bed, I forced all the irritation down to the pit of my stomach and gave him my best apologetic look.

“I’m sorry. I know you worry about me and you care. But I am fine. I am more than capable of looking after myself out there but…you are right. I do need you.” I stood up and provocatively swayed my hips as I sauntered towards him. I let a small amount of my natural fae allure hypnotise him just to free his mind a little and focus on what he really wanted to do. His eyes filled with desire as they roamed my body and then met my sparkling amber eyes as I ran my hands down his chest.

“I need you to help me feel better… you’re the only one that can,” I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed his toned pecs as I undid each button of his shirt. I could hear his heart rate increasing and I knew I had him. He grabbed one of my wrists in his firm but soft hands. The hands of a man who relied on his intelligence in his job rather than needing to do any physical labour.

“Okay but after… we talk,” he husked out, his voice unable to hide his arousal.

I nodded slowly as I leaned up and kissed his lips lightly. It was a simple brush of seduction and it did the trick. Within seconds, he had grabbed the hem of my nightgown and pulled it over my head, disregarding it carelessly on the floor before he ripped his own shirt off his body. His lips found mine, frantic and needy as he lifted me around the waist and walked us over to the bed. As soon as my back hit the mattress and his body pressed against mine, his hands were everywhere. But instead of his touch providing me with any comfort, it forced the memory of the vampire's hands all over me just hours ago. Archie broke our kiss to travel his lips down my throat before taking one of my n*****s into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the pleasurable feeling and block out any more flashbacks. But it wasn’t enough. His touch was too gentle. Too loving. I needed passion. I needed intensity to free my mind.

Sitting up abruptly, I pulled his head up to mine and devoured his lips with ferocity, trying to ignite that fire between us. Undoing his belt and pulling down his pants and boxers eagerly to give the green light that I wanted more seemed to help. He climbed on top of me and pushed himself inside, filling me completely in one smooth movement. I gasped with pleasure as my back arched off the bed against his chest and he started to move in and out, holding my hands either side of my head as he did.

“Harder… f*ck me harder!” I begged and he picked up the pace. It was good, but it wasn’t blowing my mind. I wasn’t fully immersed in all of him. I wanted to feel nothing but him.

“Ah f*ck Enna,” he growled, clearly enjoying this far more.

“Faster,” I moaned and he started pounding into me, his hips slamming into mine with every rampant thrust. I took his hands and guided them to my neck, wanting him to squeeze and create some intensity. I wanted him to use my throat to pull me down onto his d**k with force, but his grip was too loose. He didn’t want to hurt me. His lips parted as he grew closer to meeting his own climax.

“Archie!” I cried out, hoping to pull him back from the edge, but it seemed to only do the opposite as he shuddered and groaned on top of me before dropping his head in the crook of my neck, his neatly styled brown hair tickling my cheek. I stared up at the ceiling of our expensive, luxurious apartment and felt less than satisfied.

“That was… amazing…” he breathed into my skin, oblivious to the fact that he had got completely lost in his own pleasure, he hadn’t realised that I didn’t c*m too.

“Hmmhmm,” was all I could manage. He swiftly pulled out of me and walked into the bathroom to clean himself up. I climbed up the bed and laid down on the soft Egyptian cotton pillows. As he strolled back in and jumped down playfully on his side with a smug grin, I tried to let go of my frustration. It wasn’t his fault. He did his best.

“Come here,” he ordered as he lifted his arm for me to snuggle into his chest. I hated this. The cuddling after. But it was one of his ‘needs’, so I had to compromise, although right now, he hadn’t fulfilled mine. Hiding my reluctance, I scooted over to him and placed my head on his chest as he ran his fingers up and down my arm.

“So have you thought some more about it?” he asked carefully. I closed my eyes and focused on staying composed.

“Yes I have but… I need more time,” I said honestly. There was a silence that settled between us before he tutted, “Okay.”

One week ago, Archer Brooks asked me to marry him.

Most women would jump at the chance to lock down such a perfect man. He was decent, kind, ambitious, wealthy and gorgeous. He came from a respectable and prestigious family. He was technically my boss as he was one of the agents who was in charge of solving highly unusual or important murder cases that were thought to be connected to supernaturals. His father, Stanley Brooks, was on the board of the CIA. I first met Archie when I was brought to Stanley at just thirteen years old. My father had been diagnosed with an incurable disease that would soon strip him of his livelihood and cause him to be bedridden and in need of full-time medical care. Of course, this meant he worried for me. That I would be left alone with these powers I didn’t understand and no direction in life. So, he sent me to live with his childhood friend and Archie’s father. I was the reason Stanley had found out about the existence of supernaturals and he was intrigued by me. I could help him find out more about these elusive creatures that hid in our world in plain sight. He swore to protect me, but I didn’t want their protection. I wanted to protect myself. So, as soon as I turned eighteen, I agreed to sign up as their agent. I put in the hard work and the gruelling training to become the best damn spy and assassin they had. Archie is a few years older than me and when I turned eighteen, he started to make it obvious that he liked me more than a friend, but I was a little unsure. I had never had a boyfriend and I didn’t want one. I wasn’t interested in the emotional side a relationship would bring. The physical; why the hell not? But I couldn’t let anything get in the way of my work. So, for years, I guess you could call us f*ck buddies. I finally agreed to take things a little further and move in with him last year. But now this… marriage? I didn’t want it. I wasn’t the marrying kind.

“You know you don’t have to keep doing this?” he suddenly spoke above me, pulling me from my complicated thoughts.

“Do what?”

“Work for us. Kill them. I can look after you, Sienna. You don’t even have to work if you don’t want to. You could find something you love. A hobby or a different job and be happy.”

My nostrils flared as I stared straight ahead at the grey walls of our bedroom. This is why I couldn’t marry him. He didn’t get it. He treated me like someone he needed to save. He pitied me beneath it all. Yet I was seen as the one who couldn’t accept that it was out of love and concern. Love is accepting people for who they are, even if it is not always pretty. I know that much.

“You know I can’t do that,” I gritted through my teeth as my body tensed against his.

“Why? Because of your past? When will you let it go and start to live for the future, Sienna?”

“When the people responsible have paid for what they did,” I moved off him and rolled over on the bed. I heard him sigh deeply as he ran his hand over his face before commanding the house tech system to turn off the lights.

“Just think about it. Please. I love you and I know I could make you happy if you just let me,” he whispered into my ear before kissing my cheek and rolling onto his side.

Within minutes, I could hear his soft snoring and, despite the exhaustion in every inch of my body, I knew I wouldn’t be able to join him. I stared out into the darkness although my fae night vision made it easy to focus on the minimalistic décor around the room. Even though this was technically my home, I never felt truly comfortable here. It was Archies. Everything in this place screamed his style and his taste. But I hadn’t cared enough to try and change any of it. Why? Why didn’t I care enough? I cared about him. But did I care enough to give him what he wanted? To be his wife?

Here lies the problem. Archer Brooks wanted a wife to dote on. To love and cherish. He wanted someone normal and ordinary to glide through life with and be content with sharing a morning coffee and a newspaper, going on romantic walks in parks and kissing in public. But that was not me. I am not normal or ordinary and I will never be what he wants me to be.

How can I when I don’t truly know who I want to be myself?

NOTE: What do you think of our leading lady so far? Do you think she will accept Archer's proposal? The next chapter will be posted on Wednesday and it will be the first POV from Raiden Romano! I will be sharing some character inspiration on my f*******: group, Aura Rose Between The Lines of Sienna, if you would like to take a peek!