Mine to Claim

Chapter 15

She blushes when I kiss her palm. However, she doesn't realize what I really want to do, to her, with her. If she did, she might get scared and for that very reason, I keep a firm hold over my emotions. I may have accepted her as my second mate but she doesn't even believe in mates at this moment.

That's the sole reason why I have kept my emotions, my lust, shielded from her. She enters my mind, brushes past it but she can access only a small part of my mind. But this time, I do not lure my mate in any way. Whatever she sees through my mind, is real and she already has an idea of what lurks behind the barrier but due to her own problems, she doesn't dwell on mine.

However, I know that she's getting stronger at breaking into the small cracks and niches of my barrier, taking me by surprise sometimes.

That only means that Nikita is still developing her witch abilities and is capable of being a much stronger witch than she already is.

It is a very good thing but it also makes me curious about one other possibility.

Who is this enemy of Nikita, for whom her witch abilities are still developing? Does it mean that her enemy is stronger than perhaps Xavier?

Or perhaps this enemy cannot be defeated by Fenris or me. Maybe he can be defeated by this new and strong Nikita.

Is that so?

Did Queen Eva see this future?

Sighing a bit at this never-ending puzzle box, I glance at Nikita and watch her as she watches me. Her brain working on some other topic, just as mine is working on some other topic. We both are here physically but mentally we are miles away.

Well, that ends now! I can't let her focus on something else when I am around her.

Chastising myself for my childish thought, I raise a brow at Nikita when she tries to get her hand out of mine. I realize that she's feeling a bit uncomfortable due to my sudden forward attitude, I let her hand go and then shrug as if it didn't hurt.

It did hurt but she needs more time.

"So that's it?" she asks, her voice so melodic that I resist the urge to moan at the sound.

What would it feel like when she moans my name?

Damn!

Getting too ahead of yourself, Dominic!

"Yes, Nikita. Did you expect anything else?" I ask, waiting to see if she expresses her concern. I know she wants to ask me something but is unsure. She doesn't trust me completely but this is the beginning.

I will wait till the day she trusts me completely. I have forever.

Uncertainty burns in her gaze as those liquid silver eyes look at me, showcasing their innocence yet an innate sense of maturity, of that survival instinct, that most humans are lacking nowadays.

That's how they end up kidnapped, trafficked or dead.

"No, Dominic," she whispers and I like the feel of my name rolling off her tongue. She's soft and I would love to check if she's soft all over.

She's not fragile, though. My tough mate.

"However, I feel that you had another motive to get me out of my room," she asks finally and I smile at her, softly. Pride rushes through me when my mate dares to question me about my motive.

It might sound silly but I know that it must have taken a huge leap of faith for her to ask me that. She didn't know how I would react to her questioning. If I would get angry, or scold her or perhaps hit her.