I'm not Your Bloody Mate

Chapter 9:

I’m back! (Obviously)

Germany was amazing, even though the bus ride was extremely boring.

Berlin was a beautiful city, and I really recommend you guys to visit it someday!

Well, here’s chapter nine. It’s a bit short, I know, but I’m kind of tired right now. 

Chapter 9:

Valentina’s POV:

I felt completely useless.

First I had watched without doing anything, while some bad guy named Logan had insulted me, and harmed Conner, and then the same guy had killed Conner’s parents. I couldn’t even comfort him properly!  I was supposed to be his mate, and I didn’t say a single word. I just lay there like some teddy bear, and left Conner to deal with his sorrow on his own.

It’s not that I care about Conner or anything, but I really feel bad for the guy after he lost his parents. I kind of felt the same way, and it was terrible. At least my parents was still alive!

“You wanted to talk to me?” I asked.

Conner sat behind a very formal desk in some kind of office. I suspected that it had been his father’s office, but I didn’t comment it. It would have been way too heartless, even for me.

“Please sit” he answered, with a voice that matched his desk. I couldn’t help but giggle. He sounded like he was in some kind of business meeting. Conner didn’t smile, though, so I sat down in the chair in front of him without saying anything else.

“You were to vulnerable today, Val. Logan could have harmed you,” Conner continued, in a dead serious voice. I almost couldn’t believe my own ears. We had already had a fight about him being way to overprotective, and now he started it all over again.

“Yeah, and I’ll be more careful next time” I answered between gritted teeth. It took me every inch of will power I had, to not do something outrageous. Like yell at him, or hit him with my chair.

 “That’s not good enough,” he answered, which really pissed my off. (And reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean, but that’s not the point!)

“Well, what do you want me to do, then? Never leave the building?” I snapped. “Note the sarcasm,”

“No,” he answered plainly, and hesitated before he continued. “I want to mark you!”

I blinked in confusion a couple of times, while I tried to analyze what he had just said.

“Mark me? What the hell?” I asked, and felt pretty stupid, to be honest. To mark someone was obviously important, but I didn’t know anything about it, as usual.

Conner seemed a bit surprised by my reaction, like he had expected me to slap him. I have to confess, the thought was tempting, but I was still trying to be nice and caring. Trying.

“I want to mark you like my own,” he finally explained. “It will tell the whole world that you are mine, and only mine!”

Okay. Not what I had expected. The way he said it made it sound very… permanent. I mean, we had only just met! I couldn’t agree to something like this, just because his parents had died!

“I need a moment” I finally said, my voice much more shaky than I had expected.

If the marking could make Conner feel less possessive, then it would be a great thing. But what if it didn’t? What if it would make it worse? Or what if it had some other kind of down side I wouldn’t like? That would be bad.  

On the other hand, he would probably mark me sooner or later anyway, and I already knew that turning him down wasn’t an option. I also got a feeling that he really needed my comfort, and that agreeing to this marking was the best way to help him. I took a deep breath, before I answered him.

 “Yes” I said, “You can mark me. On one condition.”

Conner looked relived, which made me frown a bit. He had obviously been afraid that I would refuse, and I started to wonder if I had made a bad and hasty decision.

“I’m listening,” he said, and made it impossible to back out.

“Well, you need to realize that I’m not your property” I started, “I make my own choices, and if this, (whatever this is), is gonna work, then you need to respect my opinions!”

I held my breath while I waited for Conner’s reply. He seemed to consider what I had just said, which I guessed was a good sign. At least he hadn’t shouted “NO!” the moment I was finished speaking.

 I was kind of terrified, to be honest. What would happen if he declined? Should I refuse him to mark me? And how would he react if I did? Would I get slammed against some wall again? The thought made me shiver.  

I was seriously starting to panic, but luckily Conner gave me an answer before I fled the room, or called 911.

“Okay. I will respect your choices, but I need to have a veto right on your decisions,” he said.

I breathed out in relief. Maybe this… relationship… we had would actually work? It would be kind of nice. I mean, Conner really seemed to care about me, even though we had just met a few days ago. This mate thing really seemed to have a big effect on him.  

I was about to ask what we should do know, but Conner had already taken action. He basically jumped over his desk, and stood in front of me in a matter of seconds. And then he kissed me.

This kiss almost couldn’t be compared to our last one. It was more gentle and loving, than desperate, and this time I wasn’t pinned against a wall. I was actually aware of what happened now, and after a moment’s hesitation I kissed him back.

It felt as though I had a dozen butterflies in my stomach, and they all went crazy as the kiss grew more intense. It felt amazing. A lot of emotions was welling up inside of me, and it felt as though I was about to explode. I’d never felt anything like this before.

Conner broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity, but he didn’t let go of me. I was out of breath, and his heavy breathing told me that he was, as well.

“This is gonna hurt a bit,” he warned, while he gently brushed my hair away from my neck. I couldn’t help but gasp in surprise when he bit me. It burned, but it wasn’t unbearable.

The pain finally stopped, and Conner drew me closer into his embrace. “You’re mine,” he said, and this time I didn’t object.

Okay. I just realized that I’m really bad at writing kissing scenes, but I will hopefully get better someday.

Please tell me what you think, btw.