Emily
I gaze into the eyes of the prince. I don't know what to say. He is handsome and a bit charming, but he is possessive.
I'm still pressed against the wall as he places his hands on my waist. "Tell me," he whispers. "What is so funny?"
"Nothing," I shake my head.
"Are you sure?" he moves closer.
I nod my head vigorously.
He chuckles. "You're so cute."
I blush a little. Fortunately, the moment is broken when the door bursts open. A small brunette girl with brown eyes squeals as she runs towards me. Her strong arms begin to choke me as she hugs me.
"Oh my goddess, you are so cute!" she exclaims. "Witches are always adorable!"
She begins to squeeze my cheeks and continues to talk about my cuteness. From behind her, I watch Zyair. To say he was pissed, would be an understatement. He grabs the girl by the collar of her shirt and drags her out of the room.
"You can use some of my clothes!" she shouts.
I stay there absolutely dumbfounded. As much as I want to contemplate everything, I rush into the bathroom before he comes back. I immediately lock the door and slide onto the floor. I wanted a minute to catch my breath and think. It's not long before I hear the doorknob jiggle. Is he seriously trying to come in here?
"Amore," he calls from the other side of the door. "Why did you lock the door?"
Did this fool seriously ask that?
"I-I was just going to take a shower," I reply, a bit nervously.
"Oh, then let me join you," he rebutted. I swear I can hear him smiling. He just wants to see me naked again! The thought alone made me shiver with pleasure. I don't know why this is happening to me. I mean I know why, but...This is all new to me.
"Please, just let me shower alone."
There's no answer. Is he gone?
"On one condition," his voice deepens.
"W-what is it?" I ask, nervously.
"Say my name."
Huh? But I did. Earlier. When he had me pinned against the wall. When he made my heart flutter. Wait, what?
"But I did," I reply.
"No, you didn't," he argued. "You addressed me by my title, not my name." Again, his voice deepened. I had to admit that it was sexy. His normal voice was hunky, but when his wolf takes over...that voice...
"Amore, please do not tempt me," his breathing became heavy. "I can smell your arousal."
A small gasp leaves my lips as I jump up. I could feel my face heating, and I just yell that I'll see him at breakfast. He mutters something under his breath before he walks away. His footsteps disappear somewhere in the room. As long as he doesn't come in here, I'm good.
After undressing, I placed my clothes in a nearby laundry basket. The water was just right as I let it cascade down my body. This is too much. I've read and witnessed many people finding their mates but actually experiencing it is something completely different. The rush of emotions, the want, the need, and the way my body reacts to him.
Truth is, when he had me pinned against the wall, I wanted him to take me right then and there. I didn't like that feeling. I didn't like being pulled by biology. I wanted to be pulled by emotion. According to the many lessons I took, the mate bond is very powerful. It connects you to the person who is your other half. They fill in the gaps within the heart.
However, I wanted to actually fall in love with him. Now that he marked me, I was bound to him forever. He was going to learn everything about me. I didn't care if he learned about my rejection. I hope that fool finds happiness. I'm more worried about keeping my status as the Magus heir a secret. At least, until this whole mess with the necromancer is over. Cheryl said that it is the reason why she did not announce me as her heir.
It didn't matter if they did trials or not, if you were chosen by the current High Magus to be their heir, you were the Magus's heir. Speaking of trials, I have no idea what they are about nor when they will happen. The 'when' is what is worrying me. I don't want it to come out of the blue.
I looked down at my hands. My fingers were pruny, which meant I was in here for a long time. I gave myself one final soap scrub and rinse before exiting the shower. When I stepped out, I dried myself with the nearest towel. It was only then I realized that I did not bring any clothes.
I rub my hand down my face. It wasn't a problem, but I can't make a habit out of it. I snap my fingers. A small stream of smoke encircled my body. Enveloping me in its mysteriousness. When it vanished, I checked myself in the bathroom mirror. I had on a brown undershirt tucked into a pair of black jeans. Over the undershirt, I had on an off-the-shoulder sweater that looked big but was just part of the design. Holes were placed around it because of the knitted patterns.
Of course, my choker was around my neck as well. I only took it off when I showered. It stayed on me the rest of the time. When I showed Theo, he--
"THEODORE!" I shrieked.
Just then, the bathroom door came off its hinges. I screamed. There, stood my amore, Zyair. He held the door in his hand by the knob. Geez, lycans are strong. No wonder they're cursed. He watched me with hooded eyes.
He placed the door against the wall as he strode towards me. My body was pressed against the bathroom sink. Zyair raised a hand and cupped my cheek. His thumb began stroking it. His eyes were pitch black as they roamed my body.
"Why, little witch," he asked, his voice dangerously low.
"Why, what?" I ask.
"Why are you thinking of that boy?"
"Theo?"
Clearly saying his name was a mistake. Zyair growled and grabbed me by my hips, lifting me onto the counter. I sat there with him in between my legs as he held one of my thighs in his hand and stroked my cheek with the other. His touch sent sparks up my body, but the look in his eyes said something else.
"Tell me, what is your relationship with him?" he growled.