another mate but the more time I spend with you, the more I’m sending them thanks,” he murmured against my neck.
It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown on me. “Why would you curse the fates for giving you another mate?” I asked curiously.
He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes. “I didn’t particularly want another mate. I’d been happy with having long term submissives.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “You didn’t want me?”
“I didn’t want a mate Bliss—any mate. I had one and she’d been wonderful, no one could replace her. I’d loved her with the whole of my heart. I couldn’t see myself giving my heart to another. I didn’t want the complications of a mate. I liked the simplicity of having occasional submissives.”
His words hurt. I’d thought, stupidly, that he was happy to have another mate. That he was happy to have me. “Get off of me.”
“Bliss…”
“Get off of me!” I said louder this time pushing against his chest. It was like trying to move a boulder with a tiny stick. He wouldn’t budge. I had to get away from him. I didn’t want him to see me cry and the tears were so very close to the surface.
“Please move,” I tried again.
“Sweetheart, I’ve upset you. That wasn’t my intent,” he kissed my cheek, my neck.
“Stop. You don’t want me. You don’t want a mate. I don’t understand Micha. What am I doing here?” Then it occurred to me, oh god, no. They couldn’t have.
“Did my parent’s guilt you into accepting me? They told me that I had a better chance of surviving the transition because you were my mate. Your blood was strong, pure. Oh god, they did, didn’t they? They guilted you into accepting me.” I pushed against his chest harder this time, trying to get out from under him. I had to go, he didn’t want me.
Micha growled warningly just before he slammed my arms above my head and his hips came to rest against the core of me. He was hard again I couldn’t help but notice.
“I’m the King. No one guilts me into doing anything! If I didn’t want you, do you think you would be in my home, in my bed?” He growled down at me. His fangs had dropped and his blue eyes were shining bright with anger.
“Do you?” He demanded again when I didn’t respond.
“I don’t know Micha! Maybe your sense of honor demands that you not let me die during my transition since I’m your mate, the mate you didn’t want!”
“Damn it Bliss! Enough! If I truly didn’t want you, one of my brothers would have serviced you during your transition to ensure you survived. Does this feel like I don’t want you? Does this feel like I’m not happy to have you as my mate?” he asked pushing his hips against me so I could feel how hard he was.
When I didn’t respond, he lowered his lips to mine, giving me a sweet, soft kiss. He moved to my neck, kissing my pulse, then traveled to my ear. “I’m fucking delirious with the fact that you are my mate Bliss. You’re mine now and I’m keeping you,” he whispered in my ear. Two tears rolled down my cheeks and he kissed them away.
“Don’t cry baby. I’m sorry I hurt you. That wasn’t my intention at all.” He loosened his hold on my arms, letting me bring them down from over my head. I gripped his strong biceps, watching him.
“Why don’t you hit the shower, while I get us some food?” Another kiss to my lips. “I don’t want to fight with you about this Bliss. I want you, ok?”
I nodded in agreement even though my heart wasn’t in it. Could I take what he was telling me at face value? Could I trust in him? He said no one could take his previous mate’s place. Well I didn’t want to take her place. I just wanted a small piece of his heart. When he lifted off me, I scurried from the bed and into the bathroom. The door closed behind me just as the first tear fell.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Micha
I flopped down on the bed and cursed myself a million times over. I was such