Adea
Without a second glance my way, Shane walked quickly out of the dungeons and I tripped a few times as he pulled me up the stairs. I wasn’t sure what or how I was going to do this. Shane was angry, I could feel it. He didn’t look at me as we walked out into the hallway, he slammed the door shut after I walked out.
We made it maybe four steps when he turned around and I was shoved up against the wall. My back made contact first and I cried out when my head followed. The world was spinning as my brain rattled in my head.
Before I could shake it off or pull myself together, Shane’s lips were on me. His hands were bruising on my waist, my breast, my throat. His lips were demanding and angry as if he were punishing me.
I welcomed it and I welcomed him. My mind had been in turmoil since the moment I saw Ethan. It only got more unbearable as I fought with the two wholly different halves of my heart. I needed it to stop, I needed it all to stop. I needed the pain to go away, to focus on something else. I wanted to feel anything but the guilt, the shame, and the pain I’d just caused my mate.
I wanted to get lost in the eyes of the villain of my life, the villain of my life story, and possibly the one I should have always been with from the start. For a time, for a moment, I wanted to live in what could have been, what probably should have been.
This wasn’t okay, this shouldn’t have been okay, and yet here I stood, allowing him, allowing this. Instead, I focused on him, his hair, his eyes that saw through me, his soft lips, his harsh tongue, and his firm touch all over me.
Shane growled as we separated. I reached out for him, touched him, and wrapped my arms around him as I tried to pull him close. His eyes stared right through me. I whined as his tongue slid across my bottom lip before darting back in and dancing with my tongue. His teeth crash against mine in an angry kiss and I was forced to open up wider for him.
I felt filleted open from today’s events. He claimed my mouth and I felt lost to the storm that was Shane. His anger, his pain, his desperation for me. I forgot where we were, I forgot that we were in the middle of the hallway, I forgot about the people that walked it, I forgot about the people that count be nearby watching. I forgot about everything and let myself fall into his embrace, his bruising, painful embrace. Instead, I focused on him and him alone, I ignored the pang in my chest when it came to Ethan. I needed to do this, I would do this, and I wouldn’t let myself be anywhere else while I did. The end result was all that mattered.
“You’re mine,” he growled as he trailed kisses down my chin and down my neck.
“I’m yours,” I repeated.
“All fucking mine.” He said it like a question like he needed confirmation.
“Yes,” I said.
“Fuck,” he growled.
“I hate him. I hate that he’s touched you. I hate that he’s had you, loved you, been with you. I’ve wanted you, needed you, fought for you. You were always mine, and I was always yours. I never gave up on you.”
Tears prick my eyes as I thought about the lover from my first life. The one that took beatings for me, the one that kept his promise, the one that loved me and me alone. The one that came for me. The one that never stopped coming for me.
“I know,” I whispered.
I touched his face, his cheek, his nose. I ran my fingers along his sharp jaw, over his eyebrows, and through his hair. He growled at my touch but I took my time touching, feeling, and reacquainting myself with him.
“Say you missed me. Tell me you waited for me,” he said desperately.
“I waited for you. I might not have known it but I waited for you.”
“Did you mean what you said in there?” Shane asked. “Did you mean it when you said you were mine first? That it was always me? That you were always mine?”
“Yes, Shane. I meant it. I meant every word.”
He squeezed his eyes shut as I ran my fingers through his hair, wrapping stray curls around my fingers. When he swallowed, he opened his eyes, they flashed and I knew that Max was here, knew he was staring down at me.
“Ours,” they growled.
“Yours,” I confirmed.
“I… I didn’t mean to hurt you in the beginning,” Max growled.
I almost smiled. That sounded like a compliment. I wanted to tell him it was okay but it wasn’t. He wasn’t kind, he wasn’t nice, he was scary and he was harsh. The things he wanted to do to me, were terrible, especially after I had just turned of age.
“I liked you, I wanted you, all I knew was that I had to have you,” Max continued.
“I know,” I whispered.
“I’ll make it up to you. I’m no romantic and I’m crueler than Shane but… I’ll try to make it up to you,” Max said gruffly.
When I nodded, he leaned forward. His canines extended and I could feel a muffled voice screaming in my head, telling me this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, that I shouldn’t want this as badly as I should, that I should stop him, stop them. This was not making it better. I almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity. He leans forward and I can’t seem to pick what I want to do, what I’m supposed to do.
“Adea!!!” A familiar voice screamed.