Fated, We'll be Mated [✔]

Chapter 14 - Surrender and I'll be Gentle

AN: Aherm... Aherm... slightly mature content at the end. And also... you will have to deal with my madness. Again. Ehe~ 

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Arthit's POV

I stared at the sleeping figure beside me and felt tears roll down my cheeks. I failed to protect him, failed to keep my promise to myself and to his mother that I wouldn't even let him have even a single bruise on his body. I let him bleed. I let him be bruised.

All because of my incompetence... and I am even an alpha. What a laughable word.

My breath hitched as warm hands slithered their way around my torso. I didn't even realize I had closed my eyes or that I had woken him. He didn't say a single word, just hugged me and caressed me.

"Sorry, did I wake you?"

I felt the nod against my back from where he was laying his head. He continued touching me on my chest, the path that his hand traversed tingling.

"Why are you groping me, then?" I tried to joke. The sniffle that followed gave away my real state of mind.

His hand traveled south and cupped me through my pants, before it went back to join its pair.

"That's a grope," his sleep-laced voice replied haughtily.

His actions and words, both nonchalant and carefree, shocked a laugh out of me. A genuine one. I felt him pulling at me and I complied however he wanted to position me. That was how I found myself lying on my back with him hovering over me, his bright eyes peering down through the darkness.

He reached out for the bedside lamp and I felt my breath get caught in my throat. We have been sharing the same bed for a few months now, and have been waking up together in our dorms ever since we got together, but I never get used to seeing his just-woke-up look.

His hair messy, his eyes at half-mast, and his sexy voice... absolutely breathtaking. He was even more breathtaking now than before because his eyes, a cross between an alpha and an omega. The fire red of an alpha and the serene blue of an omega, meeting in a brilliant indigo ring in the middle of his iris.

It had been a few days already since that time and his eyes were still like this. It has also been a few days of his more assertive personality, which, in all honesty, I found hot. But it had also been a few days of him being affected by that incident at the company.

He acted normally within the confines of our home, would've fooled me, in fact, if not for the glaring fact that he refused to go out. I could feel his anxiety in those times. I was even the one who had to process his enrollment since he had a panic attack inside the bathroom when he was preparing to go out that day.

University was only a few days ahead and I didn't know how we would manage that if his anxiety was this much. He was already seeing his therapist from when he was young, a kind middle aged beta woman. At this rate, we might have to opt for online classes instead of face to face for him.

"Stop thinking so loud," he complained, dropping his weight on me and effectively pulling me out of my worrying. I groaned at the suddenness of his action.

He began to nose at my neck where my scent gland was, tickling me a bit. He laid gentle kisses there then bit me teasingly. I felt sharp canines scraping the delicate skin, eliciting a shiver from me.

"Say, P'Arthit..." He tongued the spot he just bit. I let out a distracted hum, my mind already clouding over in lust and pleasure.

"Can I fuck you?"