Millicent's POV
I ran off after listening to what Christopher said, his words echoing in my heart. 'You were going to become Sylvester's Luna, had I not come. You spoke just now with so much vehemence. Were you going to marry him with hatred in your heart?'
How could he think I was so manipulative and mercenary that I'd feign to care for him when I didn't? Okay, maybe I was pretending with Sylvester but not with him. Never with him! Where was the love he professed to have for me? He had as much as said that I got close to him to avenge my parents on them both. It would not have been this painful if it had been true when it concerned Christopher. Did he know how I battled with myself not to feel anything for him but lost to the pull of our mate bond?
I ran with no clear destination in mind but my feet led me to the one place I found peace. I felt a great pain in my heart at Christopher's lack of faith in me, that the tears kept pouring down.
I sat in a fetal position on the grass, holding my head on my knees.
I smelt his presence before I heard his footsteps approaching me.I tried to stop crying. I didn't want Christopher to see me crying and know that he had hurt me deeply.
'Millicent', he called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.
I didn't say anything nor look at him. But I raised my head and keep my eyes focused on the water.
'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', he said, sitting beside me on the grass and playing with the grass. I did not respond, because I felt that if I opened my mouth, I might burst into tears again.
He circled his arm round my waist, pulling me close. I wanted to pull away but could not. I wanted him to touch me. I could not believe just how much I had missed his touch. I heard Milly moan and I thought, 'my sentiments exactly!' The pull was there and it was stronger than ever. I could not resist him.
He smiled as though he knew what I was feeling and thinking.
'What's so funny?' I asked, turning to look at him.
'You make me feel so good!' he said.
'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' I asked, still hurt at the way he had doubted the sincerity of my feelings for him.
'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', he said, lifting my face and looking into my eyes.
'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' I asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' I licked my lips because it felt suddenly dry because of my desire to feel his lips on mine. Damn, I wanted him to kiss me. I should be angry with him for what he had said but here I was lusting after him like the animal I was.
'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', he said, his voice very husky.
'And how do you propose to do that?' I asked, looking at him, hoping he would stop talking and take me into his arms. It would help me forget my pain, even if temporarily.
'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', he murmured, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. I opened my mouth wider to better accommodate his and his kiss became more demanding and I grew more horny and hungry for more.
I could not continue to hold my hands down but circled them round his neck, drawing him closer. I moaned loudly and a growl escaped his lips. 'I want you desperately', he murmured into my mouth, and I moaned again, Milly seemed to have overpowered me as my response became more crazed and demanding. I wanted more, much more...
He quickly discarded his jacket and placed it on the floor like a mat and pushed me down on it while falling beside me as we continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair and the other hand pushing my bottom up to his cock and I felt his need pressing into me, nodding. I tried to get more comfortable wanting the whole of him, and heard him groan loudly. He turned me over so swiftly, lying astride me, that I nearly did not notice it, I was too busy feeling. He pulled off my shirt after fumbling with it for a while. He hesitated and then fell on me, capturing my nipple in his mouth while his hand continued their stroking on the other. The feeling was so exquisite that a moan escaped my lips and I parted my legs because the ache in my inner thigh became unbearable. I arched my hip closer to his in a bid to ease the ache somewhat and felt his hard length give an aggressive nod.
'Millicent, you will be the death of me', he growled.
I tensed, feeling a sense of doom. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' I admonished, sadly.
'It was only a manner of speaking', he assured me but I was still not satisfied. I still felt strangely anxious as though I was about to lose Christopher but he took my nipple into his mouth again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, I yelped but he quickly sucked on it cooling it with his warm, wet mouth and I whimpered in pleasure as an overwhelming pleasure coaxed through me. I felt feverish.
'You are killing me with your love, darling', he said, his kisses going lower down. He started fumbling with my jean short and I was panting in anticipation, feeling hot fluid slipping into my thighs. I lifted my trembling hands to assist him quickly get the troublesome short off, but froze.
'If you do not get off her right now, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in fury.
I was shocked because I knew who the voice belonged to even before I turned round to face Alpha Sylvester.
Christopher covered me with my shirt and rolled off me to face Sylvester as well, his body shielding me.
Sylvester ignored me and started arguing with his brother. Both of them claiming they had a right over me since I was their mate and that the other was transgressing on their territory.
I had had enough of all this. They were talking about me as though I was not there. I got up, with my back to them, I pulled my shirt over my head and made myself decent. This was turning into a ritual since it seemed Sylvester was making a habit of interrupting Christopher and me, it had become frustrating.
When I was sure I was decently covered, I went and stood between them. 'I am mated to the both of you and I can choose to be with either of you or the both of you. Your childish bickering about it will not help at all! In fact, I'll tell you sincerely, it pisses me off!' I said, walking away, hoping my words would make them stop their bickering.
