Broken

Rants

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Chapter 6

I moved my lips across his roughly, and he actually did kiss me back...kind of. But I wanted more. These sparks shot through my body, bringing more pleasure from the taste and feel of his lips, I slid my hand across his chest, making the pleasure from him increase. I vaguely heard the girl put her clothes on and run from the room, but that honestly didn't mater to me at the moment. The only thing that mattered was THIS. The feel of his muscles. The taste of his lips. The pressure on my shoulders from his hands slightly pushing me away,

Wait, what?

I stopped my attack on his lips and looked into his eyes. Those eyes held mine and showed love and lust.

But then his eyes slid down my face, taking in who I was. "Oh shit," I heard him muter. Why would he say that? I was his. Completely and utterly his.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He just continued to look at me. I smiled at him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "I know this wasn't an ideal first kiss, but it's okay. I don't care how I caught you with that girl, you didn't know that I was your mate, but you do now, so now we can just focus on being with each other." I smiled again at him, letting all of my love for him shine though my eyes. I went up on my toes to give him another kiss, but before I could he roughly pushed me away, slamming me into the wall behind me. Thank goodness there isn't anything on the wall right there, otherwise that would've actually hurt.

"What the hell do you think your doing?!" he yelled.

"What do you mean Eric? Your my mate!" I yelled back at him.

He just grunted and made some angry sounds while hurriedly pulling his clothes on. Why was he angry? I said I forgave him. Maybe he's just mad at himself for letting me see that? Dang, this boy has a nice body. I couldn't help but watch as he clothed himself, but really, all I wanted to tell him is to take it back off. All well, that could be later. I smirked to myself at that thought. Yes, I was a minor perve, but all well.

After he pulled his shirt over his head he turned and looked at me. I tried to read his eyes but it's like he put up a mask to hide his emotions. I frowned at him, wondering why he would do that. "Hun, what are you hiding from me?" I asked him.

His eyes flicked for a moment, and in that one moment I saw love. And regret.

I can truthfully say that at that moment, I'm pretty sure I had a minor panic attack. Why would his eyes show regret? Was there something wrong with me? Did he not love more? Or was tat still from the aftermath of what just happened?

Oh my gosh. Did he want that black haired chick instead? I mean yeah, she was pretty, but I was to I guess. Maybe he doesn't like blondes? I self consciously touched my almost white hair. I actually thought it was kind of pretty in that rare, unique way. Ah crap, he preferred dark haired girls. Just my luck. Maybe I could-

"Sirena!" Eric yelled, interrupting my internal rant. "Sorry," I mumbled, feeling a bush creep slightly to my cheeks. He looked at me and I could see a ghost of a smile on his perfect lips before it turned back to his hard, unreadable mask.

"Sirena...I'm sorry to say this but..."