Book 8: King Demitri

Chapter 5: guilt

Guinevere's p.o.v

"So much trouble! Follow!"

Lance ordered and Peter grabbed my hand. He lead me behind Lancelot as we walked through town. I could tell Lance was mad because people began moving out of the way at fast speeds.

We approached a decent sized blue and white house. Two stories high and was kept in decent shape. We walked in and followed Lance to the living room. The walls were tan and the floor was wood. The couch and two arm chairs were white and the coffee table was brown. The TV was mounted to the wall and a fire place was under the TV.

"Sit. Now."

Lance ordered Peter and I. We both sat on the couch as we prepared ourselves to face this punishment. Ever since mom died Lance has taken on being the most horrific person in my life.

"When did you guys first get together? Don't even think about lying because I will know!"

He asks us in a stern voice. Peter was always the flirty one. He won my heart over and hasn't lost it.

"13."

Peter spoke loud enough for Lance to hear but quiet enough to show he was scared. (I think I broke my cat) Lance's eyes glared daggers into Peter's as they sat there.

"What base have you guys been the farthest on?"

He asks and my eyes widen. I feel Peter tense up and we look at each other.

"Peter."

I moan out as he kisses my neck. His soft lips did wonders to my body as his hands worked their magic. My fingers were tangled in his hair as he wrapped my legs around his waist.

"You ready? Are you sure you want to do this?"

He asked me as he looked down at me. His brown eyes glimmered with love as I nodded.

"I want this."

I whisper and he thrusts into me. I feel something tare and that's when I knew. Peter Cabell took my virginity.

"Home. Home base."

I whisper out and Lance's jaw hits the floor. His eyes widen as he looks between the two of us.

"When?"

He asks in disbelief at what I said.

"16."

Peter said as he lowered his head in guilt. It was the mandatory heat and he got out. He came to me thinking that it was over, but it wasn't.

I rolled over in pain as a wave of heat spread throughout my body. Grr, I hate December! I thought as I heard the down stairs door slam shut. Soon for steps thudding up the steps filled my ears.

My door was opened and Peter walked in. His eyes were black as he walked to me. He climbed on top of me and kissed my neck.

"Please make it end."

I beg him and he growls.

"Of course. Anything for my princess."

"What on earth?! Both of you were supposed to wait for your mates! Imagine how they will feel after they learn that neither of you are virgins! I'm 26 and I'm still waiting for my mate! Yet both of you lost your virginitys at age 16!"

Lance yelled at the both of us. We just bowed our heads in submission to him and his yelling. Eventually he ran out the door and left us behind.

Soon everyone walked in and looked at us. Their eyes held sympathy.

"How much did you hear?"

I ask them as Peter and I stand. We have our hands together with our fingers intertwined.

"All of it."

Olly said as he stepped forward. His blue eyes are what really give away his emotion. They just get that small glint in them.

"Was it during your heat?"

Havik asked me and I nodded. Everyone sighed and Carter along with Havik walked out. Olly and Cammy remained in the room with us.

"Please don't hate us."

Peter choked out as tears brimmed his eyes. He seems to be taking the guilt pretty hard. But is the guilt from the act or being found out?

"I could never hate you. I might be disappointed in you both, but I could never hate you."

Cammy spoke as she hugged the both of us. We hugged her back and she walked out to join the others.

"Olly."

I begin but he engulfs me into a hug. I gladly hug him back as I cry into his shoulder. Peter leaves the room to go somewhere to think. Olly just stands there, holding me while I cry because of the guilt.

Guilt.

Guilt.