I'm Sorry, Did You Say Mate?

Chapter 19

Yay! A day early. I rushed this one because the last chapter got so many comments and votes. I appreciate them all and I can't say thank you enough. A lot of your comments make me laugh and smile. Ok, who am I kidding. All of your comments do :)

Quick Announcements:

1.) People have been messaging me and telling me that I should start on another story so after much consideration, I decided that I would. I will NOT be ending this story, I'm just going to do another one at the same time. I repeat, I'm Sorry Did You Say Mate? still has a long way to go so don't worry, I'm not ditching this story. More to come on the story that I'm currently drafting in the next few chapters. 

2.) I don't want to give anything away so there's another A/N at the end to explain something. So please read it.

Again, voting, commenting, and fanning tends to speed up the uploading. Thanks :)

P.S. I put a picture of Sutton up. Now, I've heard that Emma Robert's isn't who you envisioned Sutton to be and to be honest, I don't either. She's the closest I could find to the way I want Sutton to look so just bear with me on  that.

(Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes)

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                                                Chapter 19

Sutton’s POV:

            I eagerly awaited his bite, arching my neck. A thought trickled across my hazy mind, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now. I quickly dismissed it. We were mates after all, even if he didn’t want me. That right there stopped me for a second, he didn’t want this. He didn’t want me.

“Evan.” My voice came out husky and a bit breathless. I brought my hands to his chest but somehow couldn’t find the strength to push him away.

“Hmm.” He murmured, his teeth still gliding over my skin. I felt a little of my will power slip away.

“Evan, you don’t want this.” Even to me that didn’t sound exactly forceful. It sounded more like a question.

He pulled back to look at me, sliding his hands down to my waist. Our desire filled eyes locked and I felt the butterflies stir in my stomach. Different emotions ran through his eyes, some more easily read than others. Happiness, lust, indecision, they were all there. I looked down at the ground and tried to take a step back. He realized what he was doing. He doesn’t want me.

The colors of rejection filled me and I once again felt tears prick my eyes. The thing that sucks about having the most amazing dream is that you eventually you have to wake up to reality. And the fact is, reality is never as amazing as a dream.

“Sutton,” Evan tilted my head up with his index finger, forcing me to look into his eyes. I could see a decision made in his eyes. A smile slowly spread across his face, an affectionate, genuine smile. “Sutton, you really think I don’t want this? Want you?” He chuckled at this.

“You said you didn’t.” I said quietly, my heart fluttering when I saw regret flash in his eyes.

            “We need to talk abo-” The door from the kitchen opened, bathing us in light. I pushed him back a little, separating us. He growled quietly and reached out for me but I sidestepped him. I wasn’t sure what was happening between us and now that I was more sober, I was getting more control over my sex craving hormones.