The week has been much of the same. Darius makes sure that we are together almost every moment. Other girls have come up claiming that they would make a way better mate than me and Darius brushes them to the side. Then he takes me to some obscure place and ravages my body. I think he thinks this is affirming to me that I belong to him, that he wants me and not them. I still haven’t reached the point where I care.
The only time that I am without Darius is when I am with his mother. She insists that we have girl time. Says I need a break from time to time or I am going to go nuts. She has no idea. Lucky for me he doesn’t argue with his mother much. It is nice to have a mother figure that actually likes me. She took me shopping yesterday and said that I had to have a dress for this big ball that they are having when their son comes home. We found a lovely blue floor length dress that goes perfectly with my complexion. I haven’t shown it to Darius yet. Not because I want to surprise him but because his mother does.
This morning I woke about the same time as usual, with Darius wrapped around my body. “Darius, I need to get up. I am supposed to go to your mother this morning.” I mutter as I try to get out of his grip.
He mumbles and pulls me closer. “She can wait a few minutes.”
I turn around in his arms. “Darius, you know she is antsy, your brother is coming home today. She is going to be on edge. She wants me there.”
He groans. “I almost forgot how everything was about Markus.” He groans again. “You can’t go until you give me a kiss good morning. I just will not accept it.” He is trying to be playful, but I know it is the truth. He isn’t letting me go anywhere until I kiss him.
I pull close just the way he likes and peck his lips, then a little further, until he has his tongue exploring my mouth. This is the way he likes me to kiss him. I had to learn this. Eventually he rolls me over and pins my body under his. Since I am to wear nothing to bed, I am bare under him. He wastes no time claiming my body again. This is part of the morning routine too. I have learned to accept it and go with it. He doesn’t hurt me anymore, it manages to make it somewhat enjoyable. It’s like he makes a point to make love to me. Trying to affirm to me that he loves me.
As he pumps into me he repeats it again to me. “I love you, little mate.” I still haven’t said it back, I am not sure I ever will. He has no problem expressing it to me though.
When he is done I am now allowed to go to the shower. Thankfully the bathroom is in the bedroom. Cause I would not want to march my ass around the packhouse the way that Darius leaves me in the morning. Let’s just say it is a mess. I am pretty sure at this point he is trying to get me pregnant. Or he has an addiction. It could be that I guess.
Once I am out of the shower I wrap my hair and body in towels and go back out of the room. Darius is still in bed watching me. When I drop the towel to get dressed he lets out a groan. I also have no modesty with Darius, he likes it. After a moment of watching me dress he starts talking. “So, I have been thinking. I think with my brother here, I want you to start wearing underwear and pants too.”
I chuckle. “What is your brother some deviant?”
He leans on one elbow fiddling with his fingers while he talks to me. “No, well at least not that I know of. He just always seems to take what I want. He is older and he always had the best. Even while he was away, anything he wanted he got. He even had us all looking for some girl. We never found her, but he was determined that we needed to find her the longer he was gone. I just don’t want him to start thinking you are that girl.”
“What girl?” I button up my shirt. “From what your mom tells me it was way before his mate, so why would he care?”
Darius waves it off. “Some girl. Look, just don’t go running off with my brother, ok.”
I laugh. “I’m not going anywhere. I am your mate, remember. You made sure I am not going anywhere.” There is a little bit of bitterness in my tone. Yeah, I had plans, I had dreams. Darius killed them all for his own plans and dreams.
I decided to change the subject. Darius is just going to be angry if this conversation continues. “So, I was wondering.” I start and head to the bed, because if I act a little cute he might give me an honest answer.
When I reach the edge of the bed Darius lifts his arm and pulls me down by my waist. “What?” He asks like he honestly wants to know.
“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” I bite my lip, because Darius seems to like that.
He chuckles and pulls me on top of him. “Am I that obvious?” He pulls me into a kiss. After his lips leave mine he purrs. “I want you to swell with my child. It’s my last way to claim what is mine.”
I look up at him. “You know it is going to be harder since we are not destined mates?”
He cups my face. “I don’t care how hard it is, it is what I want. I am going to do my damndest to make it happen.” He kisses me again.