Chapter Eight
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Sarah
He didn’t want to marry me. Now that we could finally be together , he was having second thoughts.
I should have expected it. This was just what Bat did. He was the most afraid of commitment out of all my brothers club. The one voted least likely to settle down.
It was my own fault really. I shouldn’t have taken him seriously when he had asked. He was just caught up in the moment . I was as well.
But I should have known better.
It was a mistake coming back here. And am even bigger one staying. I didn’t doubt for a second that Bat loved me but sometimes love wasn’t enough. He would never …
My thought trailed off as a loud hammering at the front door got my attention. Sighing I turned off the shower. Wrapping my oldest robe about my body I trotted down the stairs just as they hammered again.
Scowling I swung open the door, a few choice words on the tip of my tongue. When Bat barrelled into me. His arms crushing me to his chest as he thrust his face into my hair.
Mumbling he walked us backwards. His body easily moving my much smaller one.
Two strong hands lifted me and I didn’t even think twice before I wrapped my legs around him.
My lips were hungry for his, just like they always were. But he carried on talking.
He was apologising I realised with a start. Telling me how sorry he was. That it wouldn’t happen again.
We both knew that was a lie. There was no way that this was Bats last freak out.
Growling I tangled my fingers into his hair. “Will you shut up and kiss me.”
There were more words. Rushed mumbled words that were lost as we came together hard.
One second, we were by my front door and the next he was kicking my bedroom door open and striding across the room to my bed. I half expected him to drop me into the middle.
He didn’t. Laying me gently down. Bat wasted no time in crawling over my body. Tugging at the belt that kept my robe closed, he unwrapped me like a blanket. Each movement slow and deliberate.
Clutching at him, I growled again, and his eyes shot up to my face. Worry making the lines around his eyes deeper.
“s**t,” He rubbed a hand over the bristles on his chin. “Did I hurt you again?”
“What?” Reaching for him I drew his hand back down to me covering my breast with it. “No. you are just going too slow.”
Still, he didn’t move. He just kept looking at me from beneath his long lashes. It was almost like he didn’t believe me. Like he didn’t know what to do next.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admitted and I had a moment where I didn’t know whether he was talking physically or emotionally.
“Then don’t.” I purred up at him as his hand finally began to move. Cupping and kneading my breast against his rough palm. The blank look on his face was concerning but couldn’t bring myself to think to much about it.
Sitting upright, I pressed his hand against me harder as I swapped our positions. Climbing over his lap like I had done a hundred times before. It was only when I was sat fully on him that I loosened my grip enough to push him down into the mattress.
Bat went willingly. His beautiful brown eyes wide as he gazed up at me.
“What do you mean, don’t.” He sighed, “It’s not that simple.”
“Yes, it is.” I waited until I met his eyes. “It really is that simple Bat. Stop breaking my damn heart. Physically I can heal anything you do to me but my heart?” I paused, my hand reaching between our body so I could tug down his zipper and free him.
I was impatient but if I waited for him I would be waiting forever. I fisted him in my hand, sliding him between my lips so he could feel how wet just being with him was making me.
His eyes darkened, full lips fell open as I impaled myself on him. His eyes rolling bac into his head, he reached for my hips. His fingers cutting in. urging me to move.
I stayed perfectly still.
“I don’t know how much more my heart can take Bat, so stop f*****g breaking it.” Slowly I rolled my hips.
God, I loved how he felt inside of me. Big enough so if let stretched and full but without pain. It was like we were made for each other.
Which we were.
I believed whole heartedly in fated mates and Bat was mine.
There would be no way in hell that I would ever walk away from him. He could shatter my heart a million times over and I would give him another chance. It might kill me, but I would do it.
“Why are you crying.” Sitting upright Bat, clutched me to his chest. His hands reaching for my face as I tried to hide it into his shoulder. I dint even know why I was crying. Except that it was true, I would forgive him anything as long as he came back to me. What kind of woman did that make me? Weak.
It made me weak.
I increased my movements, hoping that it would distract him, and I could change the subject. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to enjoy his body against mine.
“Look at me Sarah.” The hands on my hips slid around me. Cupping my ass as we moved together.
Taking a deep breath, I did what he asked.
“What?” I trailed off as he jerked my body over his. Bats cat’s eyes looked back at me. Glowing in the half light of the room. Wicked looking fangs bit against his plump bottom lip.
He was shifting. His animal self-taking over the human form. My heart slammed into my ribs.
“Bat, you need to ….” My words died as he grinned.
“I am in control Sarah. I can’t do this the traditional way. But boy my cat wants to. He wants to chase you down and make you ours forever.” He shook his head. His dark hair flopping into his eyes. “This is the next best thing, I guess. Its probably going to hurt.” He added as an afterthought.
I couldn’t breathe. It was more than just the pleasure rocking my body. It was the anticipation of what he was going to do.
Slamming his hips up, Bat let out a roar that echoed around the room. His head shot forward and there was a moment of pure agony mixed with terror as his fangs slid into my skin. I struggled for a moment as I tried to get away from the searing pain, but he kept me firmly in place. My hot blood filling his mouth as he pushed his throbbing c**k into my body.
“Bat.” I screamed, my fingers clawing at his shoulders as he continued to move.
An hour ago, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to marry me and now …
Now he had just tied himself to me forever.
He had given me the mating mark.
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