Will You Marry Me
I put my arms around Amber and pulled her in, feeling her body against mine, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. Then I heard her voice whispered into my ear.
“Can we please stop with all this fucking craziness now? Can we please start being normal? Please…. Please?”
“Yes, yes it’s over.”
I tensed the muscles in my arms to hold her tighter, hoping to make her feel safer and more secure. At the same time, I also realised that I wasn’t lying, or just saying the right thing. It was over, my dad was dead. That thing that had haunted my life that had filled me with fear, that had threatened Amber, was gone.
The whole thing hit me at once, and despite my best efforts I could feel my body start to shake. Amber’s arms tightened around me and tears began to pour from my eyes.
“I hated him… but he was my dad.”
“It’s ok, it’s ok…Sshhhh”
The madness was gone, the fear was gone, I could feel the power of the Alpha there inside of me, like a well I could draw from. But it didn’t matter. My dad, for better or worse, was dead. I’d killed him, finally, like I’d always wanted, like I’d always dreamed of, and I cried. Relief, sadness, it all came at once.
He was never going to be the dad I wanted him to be, and now he never could be. And Amber just held me. The support I never knew I always needed. She was so overwhelmed by my world, so out of her depth, but there she was, holding me. Exactly who and what I needed.
Her lips touched the top of my head as she kissed me and said again.
“It’s ok, it’s all going to be ok. I’m here with you and I’m never going anywhere.”
Her words washed over me, not just as the things people say to be comforting. I believed her. My soul believed her. She was always going to be there for me, and I was always going to be there for her.
We hadn’t known each other that long, but, in that moment more than any other, I knew, I KNEW, that we would have the rest of forever to learn.
I pulled myself together enough to look at her, tears still rolling down my cheeks and a catch still in my throat but managed to say.
“Will you marry me?”
The word slipped out of my mouth before I could even think about it, but at the same time I didn’t want to take it back. I did want to marry him, every part of my everything wanted to marry him, and be with him every moment of everyday until forever.
“A million times yes.”
The life had come back into his eyes, and it reinforced the voice inside me that said.
“I love you.”
A long moment passed, and then he moved and we kissed and the world was perfect. Or I thought it was until I heard him say.
“I love you too.”
And somehow everything was even more perfect. Which, I know doesn’t make sense, but at the same time it just did. We kissed again more deeply and then again, and again and suddenly I became aware that he was still naked.
In one motion I slipped my shirt off and his skin was against mine. His kisses them moved down my neck and found my nipple and I felt my back arch and a short moan escaped my lips. I became very aware of how hard he was and, honestly, foreplay is amazing, but it had been over a week and a girl has needs!
“You’re strong, just rip my panties off, I want you inside me.”
I braced for some pain but he grabbed the sides in both hands and just snapped them, then pulled them away and was inside me. And I mean, inside me. It felt more like we had become one, more than just sexual gratification.
We moved together, we moaned together. When I wanted a kiss he was just there, and when I needed breath he was away. When I needed more his hands were on my ass pulling me in, and when I needed a break, he slowed. Everything was instinct, I knew what he wanted and he knew what I needed and, again, when my breath caught, and my back arched, and my body tightened before release. His breath caught, his back arched, and we came together as one.
Perfect unity, harmony, soul mates.
He lay his body down on top of me and I just held him, feeling him breathe, feeling my own heart race. His voice came out in gasps.
“That was… amazing.”
It was cheesy but it was also true. I then kissed the top of his head and we lay together, just being with each other, feeling each other, until the world began to slip away and sleep like I’d never felt it took hold. Safe, and right and… fuck it, perfect.
Seeing the way they were together still hurt. I mean, I didn’t hate Bastian. Which surprised me as much as anything else, but it still hurt. Amber had been my one and only for so long that I didn’t know how to not love her. But seeing them together I knew it was different.
Not that what we had wasn’t real, but what they had was just, more real. But it still hurt. And seeing how scared she was for him brought it home like I was watching them fuck. Which I was trying desperately to ignore because vampire apparently meant super hearing. Which meant I could hear a lot of things I really wish I couldn’t.
Trying to block out their sounds I rolled over in bed and then jumped half way out of my skin. Belinda was just, there, standing next to me. I think if my heart still beat it would be racing but I felt the same panic and yelled.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
It took me a moment to settle, but her face told me I had pushed on a boundary one to many times.
“This is the last time you will speak to me like that.”
“I’m, I’m sorry.”
She nodded but it felt more like she was acknowledging that I’d spoken more than accepting my apology.
“We have some work to do before the sun comes up. I have laid out clothes for you, get ready and meet me down stairs.”
I knew I was on thin ice, but images flashed in my mind and I needed to know, just, so I could prepare myself.
“Are… are we dealing with Bastian’s dad?”
She let out a breath and I felt a cold shiver run over my body, but then her expression softened.
“No, that’s been dealt with. This is about you, now get ready, the sun will eventually rise and we can’t just stay up for days on end. Even the dead need sleep.”