Mated in the Island

CHAPTER 9: Doesn't Feel Right

NATALIA

***Mature Content***

    I feel like a ton of rock has been lifted from my chest when Leo left. And I don't know how long I can keep up with my act. I had to pretend that I am not getting affected by our mate bond, but when Leo gently touched my hand, I totally lost control. I cannot deny the spark I felt as soon as I felt his hand on mine. It feels good, and my body feels comfortable with it. His touch doesn't feel alien at all but feels oddly familiar. That sneaky move of Leo shocks me to death, and I have to immediately pull my hand away from his electrifying touch before Jorge notices anything.

    "Leo has been acting weird lately. I swear he wasn't like that." Jorge suddenly says as soon as Leo is out of our sights.

    "Maybe he is just tired. Imagine the journey he'd been through only to reach here." I reminded him.

    "Right. It ain't that easy to reach here. But how are you going to explain the possessive growl?" He said and rolled his head left and right as if he's looking for something or someone.

    "You think his mate is here?" He whispered. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I tensely swallowed the lump that was building up since Leo bent that fork.

    "Nonsense, if his mate is here, he would have claimed her by now," I said, trying to sound as normal as possible, and Jorge replied with a shrug.

    "Maybe yes, maybe not. Anyway, let's finish our lunch so we can meet our wedding planner. I want everything to be perfect on our wedding day." Jorge grinned and pressed his forehead against mine, just like we always do.

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    After lunch, we went to Jorge's office to meet our wedding planner Linda, patiently waiting for us. We sat down at the round table, and the wedding planner started laying out the plans. They were enthusiastically discussing the plans while my mind was floating somewhere else. I couldn't focus because my mind keeps on thinking about Leo. I want to provide him warmth and comfort because I know he is having a hard time because of me.

    "What do you think, honey?" Jorge asked me while looking at the mockup of the wedding altar. Startled by his voice, I accidentally hit the glass of water, spilling it all over the plans, making us stand to bolt upright.

    "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. I quickly went to Jorge's desk and took the tissue box to clean up my mess.

    "I'm really sorry. Oh my gosh, how can I be so clumsy?" I apologized as I tried to wipe dry the table and some brochures.

    "It's ok, Miss Natalia. I can always print a new one." Linda said politely while helping to clean up the spill.

    "Are you ok, honey?" Jorge asked worriedly. He held me from the arm and gently turned my body towards him.

    "I'm ok. I just don't feel so good." I mumbled. Jorge stared at my face full of concern and caressed my cheek with the back of his hand. Then, he turned his head to face Linda with his hands resting on my shoulders.

    "Everything looks perfect to me. You can proceed as we planned, and you may go." prompted Jorge. Linda nodded to acknowledge and left the office as soon as she gathered all her stuff. Then, he gave his full attention to me.

    "What's wrong, honey? Was it the lunch? Because even Leo felt sick after having lunch." He pointed out, and then he cupped my cheeks.

    "Do you need to see a doctor?" He added. My heart tightens as I see the tender look on Jorge's face. I wanted to cry out of guilt. It's wrong to hide things from him, but I am so confused, and I don't know what to do. I don't know how to tell him the truth about Leo and me without hurting him.

    "There's no need for that, honey. I'll just go to my room and rest." I smiled and gave him a peck on his right cheek.

    "No. Not this time. You will stay in my room so I can take care of my lovely fiancée. I know we agreed that we would stay in separate rooms until our wedding day, but this one is an exemption. You are not feeling well." He insisted, and there's no room for argument once Jorge makes up his mind. He will never accept "NO" for an answer.

    "Fine," I muttered in defeat, then he swiftly scoops me up into a bridal style without warning. I just smiled at his unexpected action and wrapped my arms around his neck.

    As we reach his room, he gently lays me down on his bed, looking at me as if I am the most beautiful thing in the world.

    "What did I do to deserve you, Natalia? We're not even mates, but I can say that what we have is far more beautiful than the mate bond, only pure love." He said while brushing the pad of his right thumb on my left cheek, looking into my eyes intensely, full of love and devotion. And another wave of guilt washed over me.

    "I love you so much, Natalia. I'm so lucky to have you." He said softly, and I smiled.

    "I am so lucky too," I say. Usually, I will respond with "I love you too, or I love you more," but I couldn't find the heart to say it this time. And this strange feeling is tormenting me. 

    He leaned closer and tenderly pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back, but the sensation felt different compared to before. Jorge is a fantastic kisser, and it drives me crazy whenever he kisses and touches me intimately, and he feels the same way. But not this time. It gives me an uncanny feeling that a stranger is touching me. I blinked that feeling away and focused on Jorge's touch. This is Jorge touching me, not a stranger. The man I love and the man I decided to spend the rest of my life with, my soon-to-be husband, after three days.

    He continued to touch me intimately and kissed me like there's no tomorrow. He slowly reaches for the hem of my dress and tugs it up past my hips. And then, he carefully rolled my underwear down to my ankles and tossed it on the floor, exposing my delicate flower. He gave it a gentle kiss that sent a tingling sensation into my core, and I'm glad he did that because I'm starting to respond. It never took that much time before my body responded to Jorge's touch, and I hope he didn't notice it. I run my hand through his hair and grasp it like my life is depending on it as he devours my aching bud, then he shifts to my mouth, giving me the taste of my own juice. 

    "f**k I miss you!" He muttered on my lips, then kissed me again, hungrily. Without breaking the kiss, he undoes his pants, and I felt his rock-solid member poking at the entrance of my p***y. 

    "I love you, Natalia." He whispered before he thrust into me. I couldn't say it back. I just can't, even though I can feel Jorge's love in every thrust. It feels good to feel him inside me but not good enough to bring me to my release, and for the first time in my life being with him, I have to fake it, and it doesn't feel right.