Mated but not Tamed

Chapter 20 - Every Touch, I'm Bound To

Magnolia

I'm nestled in between Seth and Daniel as Luther hugs his mother, kissing her cheek and holding the door open for her.

"It was lovely meeting you, little one." Her motherly gaze shifting to me, intense yet endearing, her sincerity clear in her face. That she actually enjoyed meeting me. I liked meeting her too, but all I can manage is a shy smile. I nod my head and focus on the gentle caress of my mate's hands on my back. Satisfied, she turns to leave, flashing us all one more dimpled smile and waving over her shoulder.

The door clicks shut behind her at the same time a relived sigh pushes up my chest and past my lips.

Don't get me wrong, Nancy was amazing and kind and so... motherly. But it was new and fast and... I'm working on it. I'll get better.

By the time I ease out of my own thoughts, I notice the boys have moved in closer. They all surround me, there bulky, tall frames towering over me. I shiver at all their eyes staring at me, all their scents surrounding me, and all their hard stomachs grazing all sides of me.

I look up, finding Luther directly Infront of me, and Seth and Daniel on either side. His chest grazing my breasts, hardening my nipples to points. Aching to be touched.

All of me aches to be touched.

"What?" I ask, looking at them through my lashes. I push out my bottom lip the tiniest bit. I seem to be more convincing when I make this face, and I'm hoping it will get me out of trouble. Cause the looks they're giving me... I think... no I know I'm in trouble.

But not the kind I'm used too.

"So..." Luther starts, "what else did my mother reveal to you?" Theres a playful smirk to his words. His eyes dart between mine, searching for any sign that I know more than what they already know, I know.

His gaze, topped with almost all their hands holding some part of me, makes my knees buckle and my heart beat out of my chest. I grip his shirt, feeling the fabric tighten between my fingers.

I hesitate before I shake my head, "nothing." I giggle a little at his raised brow. The look serious, but I can see the humor behind his eyes.

He's hard to read, most of the time. But his emerald, green eyes always tell me what I need to know. They show who he really is, what's going on behind that tough exterior.

The only reason I trusted him so easily so quickly is because of those eyes. Because of all their eyes. There was no hate, no hurt, and no disgust directed at me. Not like Cal's eyes. Not like my mothers or my stepbrothers.

The eyes I still see in my nightmares. Always looking, never blinking, filled with anger, sadness, perversion.

A shriek escapes me as he scoops me up and pulls me to his chest, effectively ripping me from my thoughts. I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck, and he wraps my legs around his waist. His fingers ghosting over my thighs as they move up to my waist, sending goosebumps all over me.

The ridges of his abs pressing against my core, four other hands still gripping and rubbing any place they can reach. The different sensations drowning me in pleasure and warmth.

Its amazing to me how my body reacts to them. Their touch, their scents... their love. I never realized how touch starved I was before. How much I craved a caress. A hug. A kiss.

"If you're not telling the truth," Luther shakes his head. Our noses grazing at each pass. "You'll be in big trouble."

I assumed as much, but I simply shake my head again. Everything Nancy told me, I want to keep to myself. For now, at least.