My Warlock Mate.

(Chapter Twenty-Five.)

I was nervous to show Hermes my room because it wasn't very clean right now and it wasn't a very grown up room. My walls were powder pink and everything was girly. My had had decorated every way she wanted and didn't get a word in from me, but I was only eight. I wanted blue walls and I get pink. I think she just wanted to give me a room she always wanted, so I made myself happy she did it and didn't complain.

Hermes walked over to my wall and chuckled at the teddy bear stickers and I glared him as shut my door, “How adorable. I expect something much different.”

“Like what?”, I asked, putting my hand on my waist and raised my eyebrows.

“Posters of bands and walls a very boring color like brown or orange.”, he said, walking over to me.

“It's my childhood room.”, I reminded him.

“You were weird as a child also. I can understand why now.”, he chuckled and I pursed my lips, narrowing my glare on him for making fun of my room. He then grinned down at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “Dads don't usually let their daughters in a room alone with a boy.”

“My family is different.”, I said. “Even, my dad can trust me.”

“Right, because your a goodie to shoes.”, he said and my nose scrunched when I gave him a look.

He leaned down and kissed me. I brought my hands up to his shoulders as I kissed him back and his arms tighten around my waist. I couldn't help but giggle as Hermes pushed me backwards until the back of my legs hit my bed and I fell on it, him on top of me. I would have been out of breath if my lungs weren't made of steels.

Okay, so maybe they weren't made of steel, but they were strong.

My face flared up when didn't move his body away from me. He was pressing his body against mine and it made me a little nervous. So this is why dads don't let their daughters up here alone with guys, it was very true and a cliche move. I was expecting my dad to burst through the doors any second and turn all wolf on us.

I put my hands on Hermes chest and lift him off me a little. He gave me a confused look and I took a deep breath, “You're moving quickly.”, I said as I chuckled a little nervously.

“I like kissing you though.”, he said, grinning down at me which made my heart beat faster.

“I may be a wolf, but doesn't mean I'm still not a lady. How many girl have you slept with anyways?”, I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Be careful how you answer that though.”

He nervously laughed and rolled his eyes, “I-I don't know. Four?”

My mouth dropped and I pushed him away, “What?”, I asked, my voice getting hard and dangerous as I glared at him.

“Whoa, hey!”, he said, holding his hands up. “I had a relationship with those girls, it's not like they were one night stands.”

“Was one of them Lucinda?”, I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He was quiet and he awkwardly looked away as he scratched behind his ear. I scuffed and stubbornly crossed my arms over my chest. I knew it was a long shot that Hermes was a virgin, I just had hope he would. All the guys in my family stay virgin until they find their mate, but they always find them after turning fourteen. . .

But it still pissed me off to imagine Hermes with another girl!

“Oh come on, don't be jealous.”, he said, leaning over towards me and kissed my cheek.

“You were mine before them.”, I stubbornly said and pushed him away as he tried to kiss my cheek away.

“Saying I'm yours is sexy.”, he said and I almost punched him in the face. He chuckled, “Jaycee, come on, that was in the past. I was nine, how was I suppose to know I was your mate?”