6 - You claim I'm your mate?

CHAPTER 6

By the time I awoke, it was already so dark and I caught two pairs of eyes staring down at me, the emotion present in their eyes is what I can describe with just a word. Worry. They were worried about me. Mason was worried about me!

"You're awake, you scared us both." Mom Kayla said. I looked around and wondered how I was in my room. The last time I was alive, I was in mom's room so how am I in my room and on my bed? "Mason carried you." Mom answered my unasked question and I blushed.

"I'm sorry..." He said and I got shocked.

What just happened right now? Did the cold Mason Israel Maxson just apologize to me? This was his first apology to me in my whole life since I knew who Mason was. I stared at him and I could see the sincerity in his eyes.

"Let me leave you two to settle your differences." Mom Kayla said and left my room leaving me alone with Mason. I have never been left alone with Mason and it was dark. A blush crept on my cheeks as some perverted thoughts ran through my head and then I saw that Mason was staring at me.

"I should have never said that to you." He said and then I knew I could never stay angry at him, never! Not when his handsome face and beautiful eyes were looking at me with sincerity. He stared deep into my soul. I don't know how it happened, but I found my hand on his face, caressing it.

"No matter what you say Mason, I can never stay angry at you," I confessed, "You're my other half whether you like it or not." As I said that, I saw as three emotions flashed through his eyes. One was pain, another was anger, and the last one, that I could catch before it slipped, was longing.

Then suddenly he stood up and also left my room. As I lay back on my bed, I heard platters of rain hitting my window. I was always afraid of the rain especially the thunders and lightening. Whenever rain fell,  I usually find my way to mom Kayla's room to seek for closure, mom Kayla usually embraces me and we would sleep in each other arms till the next morning, but this time I had the urge to go to his room, but even though, I couldn't do that. It was extremely wrong, and wasn't decent at all. Why would I go to a full grown man's room? What was I looking for there? I thought to myself, but as I heard the thunder stroke loudly, I didn't know when my legs carried me to his front door. I knocked at his door with a force and I heard him sigh and then I heard his footsteps coming to open the door.

"What are you doing he—" The thunder stroke again and I flung myself at him, my legs hugging his waist. He was barechested, and was only wearing a boxer. My right hand lingered on his bare hard muscular chest. Oh my God! So hard like a rock! I placed my other hand so it could also feel the blessing it was almost deprived of. "What the actual f*ck Nicole!" Mason choked and I could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. "Get the f*ck down!"

"No!" I hugged him tighter when lightening passed like a flash through my eyes. He felt him walk faster towards his bed and then he did something I never expected. He threw me roughly on his bed!

His room was dark, and the only light visible was that of the moon but I saw as he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated and I knew I was the one making him frustrated. I felt proud within me that I could frustrate him.

I adjusted myself on his bed and patted the space beside me, eager to feel him closer to me. "Come."

"Get the f*ck out of my room, Nicole. You won't like what I would do to you if you don't leave my room at the count of three. One! Two! Three!" I didn't move an inch from his bed, I wanted to see what he would do to me. Mason looked at me, his eyes raking down my night gown, and I could tell that my presence had a teeny little bit of effect on him because his eyes wasn't as passionless as it had always been whenever he looked it me. I saw him taking bold footsteps towards me and suddenly he was on top of me, his two legs capturing me.

"Do you know it's wrong for a girl to be in a man's room, especially in the night?" He growled as he moved his face closer to mine. I gulped as heat ran through my cheeks.

"I know, but I was scared!"

"And the next room you had to come to was mine?!" He ran a hand through his hair again and again and growled loudly. Feeling frustrated yet again.

"Your room is just opposite mine so I had no choice." I spoke out trying to sound as convincing as ever, but I knew I failed woefully. I had a choice, which was mom Kayla's room, but I didn't go there. Mom Kayla wasn't my mate, he was. And I needed my mate here with me right now that I was having a strange feeling which the werewolves, that I was, usually called mating. I felt like mating with my mate. I just felt the need to be very much close to him. I wanted his closeness to fill those empty gaps in me that his hurtful words had broken and shattered mercilessly.

"Momma never told you it was dangerous for a girl to be in a man's room with only just a flimsy nightwear?" He asked me, his voice extremely low and seductive. I swallowed another gulp and nodded my head slowly.

"You're my mate, it's never dangerous, only natural." I explained to him and his eyes darkened.

"Only natural?" He asked seductively as his lips came closer to mine, "You claim I'm your mate?"

"Yes..." I replied, my voice low, almost as seductive as his.

"Then I dare you to show me what a mate can do to her other half, right here and now, on this bed." He dared and I don't know what came over me, or was it because of how he dared me? But I felt this pull within me, this strong attraction towards him to kiss him senseless and show him what a mate could, right here and now, on his bed, this night.