Their Troubled Love

“Is this what you want?” Demetrio asks Fae, his destined mate who refuses to accept it. “Do you want me to leave and never come back? Do you want me to walk out that door and walk out of your life forever? Because that is what I will have to do, Fae. I can’t take your rejection any longer! I refuse to…”  Fae steps up to Demetrio and kisses him on the mouth, stopping the rant that he was on. For a few seconds Demetrio forgot his anger and returned her kiss with such passion that it could melt the wax on the candle, lighting up the room. She molds herself against him and puts her hands in his hair.  That must have shocked him out of his euphoria for when he felt her fingers in his hair, Demetrio rips his lips from Faes. “No. You can’t keep doing that. You can’t keep reeling me in, damn it!” Demetrio growls, stepping away from her as if she was the death plague.  “What do you want from me?” Fae screams in frustration. “Don’t you think I want to shout to the whole f*****g world that you are mine! Don’t you think it kills me every time I even think of you drinking from another female!” “Then what is stopping you? What is holding you back?” Demetrio asks exasperated. Fae turns and looks out the window of her bedroom, turning away from him.   From her mate. How can she tell him? How can she tell him that under the warlock’s curse if she mates Dem, he dies? She has never told a living soul. The excuse that it’s her brother’s fault has always been the cover Fae has used for keeping Dem a bay. She thinks she tainted and he can never find out. She believes he deserves someone better than her.  Not someone who is broken.  No one can ever enter her body again. The warlock made sure of that.