Monster in My Bed

Chapter Twenty-Five | God Bless Airplanes and Fake Passports

For the first time in a week, I didn't wake up to the obnoxious ringing of Matteo's alarm. Instead, the barely noticeable tickle of hair being moved away from my face by light fingertips caused me to stir. The sparks dancing across my skin let me know who it was immediately, not that I really needed them. It hadn't even been a thought in my mind to sleep with anyone other than Matteo lately.

"Admiring your work," I stated, already knowing the answer. I could feel the cool air hit my neck where he had made sure to place his mark.

Marking happened quite often between mates. It was more of an Alpha thing to place their mark in a more obvious place, though. Hence why most Alpha mates bare their marks on the base of their necks.

More often than not, average wolves would mark their mates in less apparent places. Marks were not only territorial, but extremely sensual, as well. For a she-wolf, it wasn't something to just parade around, but for an alpha's mate, it was a mark of high rank. The mark doesn't possess any magical qualities that keep other guys away, but it does show how strong the wolf is that you'll be fighting with over said mate. A male wolf's canines are one of his most valued traits. The bigger the canines, the bigger the bite. This is based on how deep in color the scar of the mark is.

"I'm sorry," he apologized which confused me and took me back about seven steps. Since when does Matteo Nerezza apologize? I slowly opened my eyes to see Matteo looking at the mark with a pained expression.

"You're sorry?" I repeated, trying to get his attention. I also needed confirmation that he did indeed say 'sorry', and I wasn't just losing my mind. "Matteo," I snapped softly when he wouldn't answer me. His eyes shifted from the mark to my eyes.

"Don't make me say it again," he demanded, but it came out more of a plea than a command.

"If I didn't want it, it wouldn't be there," I countered. Contrary to what he may think, I knew what I was doing when I let him mark me. I didn't just let him take advantage of me.

He didn't answer. His eyes just focused back on the mark.

"Do you regret it?" I asked seeing the way he looked at my neck.

"Do I regret marking you?" He repeated me looking back into my eyes. I didn't say anything. The look on my face was answer enough for him. "No, Kaia," he continued, "but do regret how I did it? Yeah, I do."

"We always argue. Don't worry about it. It's how we get along," I tried to reason with him to make him feel a little less guilty. In all honesty, I wasn't the fondest of him marking me in the middle of an argument, but that's just how we are.

"I should have never acted on emotion like that," he argued making me irritated.

"You lost control of your emotions. It happens to everyone. It's okay to be scared." Well, that seemed to really get his attention.

"I was not scared." The look in Matteo's eyes switched from apologetic to serious in seconds. Obviously, I hurt his masculinity a bit with that truth.

"Matteo, you were obviously scared. It's okay—"

"Kaia, I was not scared."

"Yes, you were."

"No, I was not."

"Why are you denying it? There's nothing wrong with being afraid."

"I wasn't afraid of anything!"

"Fine," I snapped pulling away from his grasp, "I'll just leave you then—"