“Merci,” I thanked him, my voice filled with honesty as I hugged him tighter.
“Of course,” he nodded, taking a step back so he could close the door. “Did you have a bad dream?” he asked me, cupping my face.
“No,” I denied before I told him exactly what happened.
As I told him, his hold on my waist got extremely tight, his pupils becoming as thin as paper.
“What?” he gritted, his iris showing hints of red, “someone was with you?” he growled.
“Non!” I panicked, “that is what I am saying!”
He growled, his eye twitching. In his mind, he thought someone was in the room to do something to me. The idea of me sleeping and something in there only resulted in one solid idea that made every angry emotion come forth.
He let go of me, swinging open his door.
“Marcus?” I called, slightly terrified of his demeanor.
He ignored me, storming down his hallways.
I panicked even more.
When he heard my light but rapid steps behind him, he turned around.
“Ines, go back to the room,” he growled out at me.
My eyes widened in shock, utterly offended that he had the nerve to growl at.
He continued on his way, arriving at the door of the room I once stayed in. He swung it open with so much force and contempt that it flew off the hinges.
I gasped, taking a step back as it fell right by my feet.
“Marcus!” I gasped.
Do you know what else I just realized? He was practically naked. He was shirtless and only in a pair of boxers. What if some female walked upon us? Saw his wondrous body?
I was snapped out of my thoughts when he barged into the room, growling deeply. I took small steps in, standing cautiously behind him, peeking around him. When he smelled nothing, he walked to the bed area, grabbing the sheets.
It didn’t work out too well.
They disintegrated in his palms, the scraps falling down to the bed. It was then that I realized that his hand shifted. He was practically shaking.
He shoved his face into the sheets, picking up nothing but my scent.
It was enough to call him down- the smell of me.
He straightened, looking back at me.
“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the room?” he asked, still visibly raging.
I didn’t say anything, my breathing still unsteady. I just watched his man growl at me, tear a solid wooden door, tightly mounted to the frame, shift half of him, and tear through sheets.
“Ines!” He raised his voice.
I blinked before I got triggered.
“Do not yell at me,” I told him.
“I’m not yelling!” he exclaimed, “are you sure that someone was here?” he questioned firmly.
“Oui,” I nodded, my voice small.
His eye twitch, angry at himself. He looked around the room one more time before he growled out a warning.
“Come here,” he demanded.
I didn’t move. I wasn’t going to let myself be ordered around by someone who just yelled at me. Mate or not.
He turned around, his eyes wide then I didn’t listen to him.
“Ines!” he yelled.
“Don’t yell at me!” I firmly stated.
“I’m not yelling at you!”
I stayed silent. When he took a step towards me, I took one back.
“Ines,” he warned.
“Calm down,” I said, taking another step back.
“I am calm,” he stressed.
My brows met.
“Marcus,” I started.
“I am calm, Ines,” he mumbled.
I noticed as his hand shifted back. I took a deep breath.
“Promise?” I asked, careful.
“Yes,” he nodded.
I watched as he took another step towards me. When I didn’t back away from him, he reached toward my hand.
“I’m sorry, dear,” he softly spoke as he pulled me into him, “I just thought the worst.”
“I am okay,” I assured him.
His lips pressed the top of my hair.
“Let’s get you back to bed,” he told me as he started to walk out, stepping over the broken door.
“I didn’t mean to make a bad impression on you,” he said.
“Well, maybe the next time you put on clothes,” I secretly scolded.
He grinned, looking down at his body before looking back up at me.
“Do you mind, dear?”
“Oui,” I nodded, as blatant as I could be, “someone could have walked in on you!”
“Walked in on me?” he repeated, smiling as he walked me back to his room, hand in hand.
“Do you mean a female?” he teased, opening the room to his bed-chamber.
“No, I mean a male,” I responded, sarcasm coating my words.
“Oh, well, I don’t swing that way, dear, so I don’t think it’d be a problem,” he joked, closing the door behind me and walking me to the door that led to his room.
“Marcus,” I complained.
He laughed, letting go of my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“I’m sorry, dear,” he leaned down, kissing my cheek, “next time I’ll throw on a shirt.”
“And pants,” I added.
He snickered, going to the unused side of the bed, pulling back the sheets.
“New sheets?” I questioned.
I wasn’t able to pick up any scent besides his.
“Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.
“Merci,” I thanked him before I got into his bed, him walking on the other side and climbing in next to me.
“I am sorry for waking you,” I told him as I glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Don’t apologize, Ines,” he corrected me, “you panicked the bond,” he informed as he laid down. I followed his actions.
“Pardon?” I asked, confused.
“Our bond, it was alarmed. Got to the point where it woke me up right before you knocked,” he explained.
“Oh,” I frowned.
Silence settled upon us as he reached over, turning off the lamp.
“Good night, Ines,” he whispered as I turned on my side, my back to him.
I didn’t do it to be rude, I just always slept on this side.
“Good night,” I responded.
It got quiet for a few moments. My bond was restless but I was tired.
“Marcus?” I mumbled, exhausted.
“May you come here?”
There was no verbal response but the shuffling of the sheets under him responded as he moved over.
“Arm?” I hinted.
Finally, he got the idea, putting his arm over my waist and pulling me against his back.
I felt his lips against my ear before he spoke, “good night.”