Christopher's POV
I came out to get some air because I was feeling claustrophobic. I could not stop thinking about her but she seemed to avoiding me and I could not understand why. Had Sylvester said anything to her? Or was it that she did not want to acknowledge our bond? Because I could have sworn she felt that pull at our first meeting.
That smell again, so intoxicating, she could only be the one, the object of my desire and restlessness. I saw her walking around the grounds looking round as though she was one with the elements. My wolf, Zara, reared his and I quickly followed her.
'Hello, beauty'.
She swung round, and said, a breathless singsong voice, 'Oh, it's you'. Then she seemed to remember what I have called her. 'My name is Millicent, not Beauty!' she snapped and I found the way she snapped at me rather attractive, almost like a wife snapping lovingly at her husband.
'I know, Millicent', I said smiling. I had been told that my smile was very charming and I hoped she would think that as well. 'But I meant it as a compliment. You are beautiful. Has no one ever told you that?' I asked, drawing close to her. I wanted to control myself, still my movements but I could not as tipping her head up with the my fingers, I looked deep into her eyes and felt it drawing me in. The bond I felt with her was too strong.
'You feel it too, don't you?' I asked and she blinked.
'I don't know what you're talking about', she said too quickly and I knew she was not being sincere.
'You do!' I said with certainty. 'You feel the mate bond, as strongly as I do. You can't deny it and neither is it advisable for you to ignore it'.
'I feel no such thing!' she snapped charmingly again, her lips pouting.
'Is that so?' I asked, wanting to prove to her that she felt the mate bond as strongly as I did. I bent my head and caught her lips in a kiss. It was gentle at first but as her lips opened up and she started responding to my kiss, I grew more passionate, demanding more. Her hands crept up my chest, to curve themselves round my neck, and my tongue thrust deeper into her mouth as I groaned soundlessly, my hand caressing her back, and the other, in her hair. A moan escaped her lips, and I felt my control slipping. We came up for air and her eyes fluttered open. She gazed into my eyes, hers filled with the longing I knew was mirrored in my own eyes but there was something else. She looked bemused.
I bent to capture her lips again, so I could wipe the confusion from her eyes and make her see that she was mine - mine alone, that we belonged together but she pushed me away, holding on to a wall.
'Millicent...' I started, flustered.
'Keep your hands to yourself!' she ordered.
'You are my fated mate, Millicent. How can you even ask that of me?' I asked, hurt that she could say that after what we just shared.
'I am not your mate! 'I am fated to your brother. How dare you try to steal me from him?'
I shut my eyes to stop the hurt from making me speak rashly and to control my randy wolf.
'I was discussing with the elders about this issue and they said it was possible for a female to be mated to two wolves at a time and it is not too surprising since we are twins.', I informed her, swallowing the bitter taste that brought to my mouth. 'but be sincere with yourself, do you feel this exact way with my brother?' I asked.
'You insult me with your questions. Of course I feel sparks when he touches me', she said. 'Why wouldn't I? He's my mate afterall!'
'I can't say if you feel any thing with Sylvester or not but I am sure it isn't as intense as it is between us, and I know you feel it too. In any case, you should choose who you'd rather be with - Sylvester or me', I said, a little jealous that she should feel anything for anyone else but me. But she had unwittingly admitted to feeling sparks at my touch and that calmed me a little. Smiling, I said, 'I am sorry if I came on too strongly but whenever I am around you, I seem to lose control of myself. My wolf wants you desperately and I cannot share you, not even with my brother!' And that was the absolute truth and I hoped she could see that and respond in kind.
'Christopher', she called, 'I appreciate your sincerity about your feelings but I must tell you that I do not return them. And you will be better off looking for someone who will return your feelings because you see, that person, isn't me!'
'Millicent, that's not the way it works', I said catching her hand as she tried to move away.
But her next words hurt me more than I cared to admit ' Do you mind?' she asked, looking at our entwined hands disdainfully.
'I'm sorry', I said, letting go her hand and before I could say what I had in mind, she quickly walked away. I wanted to go after her but I thought better of it. What was the use? She needed time to dissect what she was feeling and make a decision. How could she ask me to look for someone else when all I wanted was her? You don't just see anyone and manufacture feelings for them or a mate bond such as I share with Millicent with them. But if she wanted time, then she shall have it. Though I did not know if I could be patient for long but made up my mind to try if Zara would not keep rearing his head at the sight or scent of Millicent.
