I needed to find out what this mate thing was. This was the second time it was brought up, and both times had to do with me. I couldn't go to the library and risk seeing Elliot. I couldn't ask Noah because Elliot might take it the wrong way. I could ask my father, but I might bump into Elliot or Noah. Then what could I do? I paced my room fretfully. I needed sleep. I changed into a thin flowy sleeping gown. I laid on my bed and slowly fell asleep.
In the middle of my peaceful sleep I felt my blanket lift and fall back on me. I ignored it and fell back asleep. I woke to a bright light shining in my eyes. I rolled over, avoiding the light. I felt a warm breath envelope my neck. I sat up immediately. I saw a shirtless Elliot in my bed. Oh my god. Was he naked? What was he doing in my bed? Did we do anything last night? "Myaliah lay down." Elliot mumbled, his voice gruff and deep. "What are you doing in my bed?!" I yelled at him. "You mean our bed." He purred. I looked at him disgusted. "Get out!" I screamed. He finally opened his eyes and smirked at me.
"I don't think you realize your my wife." He pulled me into the bed next to him. "Let. Me. Go." My growled, my words clipped. Instead of letting me go he kissed me. I fought to get his lips off mine. He pinned me on the bed and got on top of me. "You look very nice under me." I blushed and frowned at him. I felt on of his hands rest on my breast. "Looks like my children won't go hungry." He murmured. "Stop speaking this foolishness." I growled. He grinned and pinched my nipple. I gasped, my back arching. He twisted it and I moaned. I blushed furiously. "I think I like that." He purred. He did it again, forcing me to moan. "Looks like you and your husband are getting frisky." I pushed Elliot off of me and looked to find both Noah and Nero glaring at us.