Hold On

Chapter 8

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This chapter contains sexual content! I will post a warning when it comes up, so if under 18, please skip ahead!

Chapter 8

I gasped, as he bit through the healing skin, digging deeper. He was quick about it though. I stared up at him in angry surprise. “What the hell, man?” The burning was already starting. I did the first thing I could thing of. I used my good arm to punch him in the face.

His head snapped back when my fist made contact with his nose. He slowly, looked back down, frowning. “I guess I deserved that.” His hand went to his nose, checking for blood. He sighed, climbing off of me. I scrambled off the other side of the bed. The aching burn was already spreading across my shoulders. Neither one of us said anything for a while. Alex cracked first.

“I did that to cancel out Xander's bite.” He didn't sound smug, or angry, or even sorry. The last of those would have gone a long way, but his words sank in.

I broke eye contact and went to the bathroom mirror to see. It was healing up, leaving my shoulder completely unblemished! “You could have marked me for yourself.” It wasn't a question. He nodded anyway. “And you didn't.” Again, not a question, but he nodded.

“The next time someone marks you, it should be your choice.” He put his hand on his hip, his eyes scrutinizing me. “With a little work, we can make sure of it.”

I frowned at him, but stood straighter. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Why do you care?” I still remembered the night on the plane, and how rude he was.

For a moment, his eyes looked through me, his mind somewhere else. Finally his eyes met mine again, and they were empty. A big void that threatened to suck me in. “Let's just say I'm familiar with your situation. Be ready tomorrow morning after breakfast.” Then he marched out of the room so quickly I didn't have time to ask him anything.

Be ready for what? And what was the whole being familiar with my situation supposed to mean? Did he love someone who chose another, or had something like this happened to him and Xander before? There were too many questions. I don't know if it was that or the alcohol, but my head was starting to hurt. I grabbed some aspirin from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, and some water, hoping they would kick in soon. I was contemplating a shower when the fact that I was an unmarked female sunk in.

I wasn't in danger from whoever it was messing with me back home. There was nothing to compel me to make a choice right now. I had no reason to rush being marked right now. Mika didn't have to come fix anything. Did I want Mika to come see me anyway? Yes and no. I wanted to know if I would still feel a pull to him, or if it would be like before things had started happening. Without fear binding me to him, would I still want him?

A part of me was very fond of him, but the core of me groaned at the idea of doing it all over again. The part of me before the marking didn't want anything to do with Mika and his plans for us. I didn't know what to do. Confront him here, or wait until I go home where I'm surrounded by family to pressure me. Not a lot of choice.

Here would be better. Once I've made up my mind, it will be easier to stick to it. Convincing Mika that I mean it, well that's a different story. I sighed hating life, and wondering what in the world I did in a previous life that Gaia is punishing me like this. My stomach spoke up, but I ignored it. What I wanted more than anything, was the longest hot shower on record.

I had just taken off my pants when the back pocket started ringing. I stared at the butt of my pants, contemplating ignoring it. I finally forced myself to drop them and finished undressing. “The world will keep spinning while I shower,” I muttered to myself. I climbed in the glass shower stall and forgot the world in my own little piece of heaven.