The Heat

3

It was dark outside, and I was ready to escape. My wolf was begging me not to, pleading with me to just stay with my mate. I was already feeling the effects of having met my mate, with my need to be with him constantly growing.

I needed to get as far away from him as possible, hoping I'd just get over this. The mate bond was strong though, but I would just have to deal with it.

Just as I was about to slide open the window, I heard the door being unlocked. I quickly went to stand by the wall, turning around to see who was entering.

My heart raced as I saw Damian standing there, hair looking a little dishelved and dark eyes instantly focused on me. He was holding a plate with a simple sandwich.

"You need to eat," he spoke gruffly, locking the door behind him and then placing the plate onto a small table by the opposite corner of where I was.

"I'll eat when I get home".

His eyes narrowed at me, "you've been here for less than 12 hours and you're already being such a pain. Just accept me, and stop being so... I don't know".

I didn't bother replying. Bickering with this asshole seemed to lead nowhere, with him being so selfish and all.

How could he not think about what was best for me, at all? He was only thinking about gaining more power through me, his mate, to use in the most horrible ways. I couldn't even begin to imagine what he'd do if I gave him that power, he was cruel enough already and had caused way too much pain to people around the world.

"Eat," his voice roughened, daring me to decline again. He was standing by the table on which the sandwich was, and I hated how my whole body reacted to him. It was just this stupid mate thing, nothing more, I needed to remind myself of it so that I could run away as soon as I got the chance.

"Sofia, I swear to Go-" Damian then began taking long steps towards me, and I gulped quietly.

"I'm not hungry," I told him simply, trying to seem unfazed as he now stood right in front of me. He had clearly never heard of personal space...

"I'm not going to let you starve, you're my mate".

"Because if I die, you won't get the power you need from me?" I raised my brows at him and crossed my arms over my chest.

"I'm sorry you're stuck with me as a mate. I'm sorry, really, but this is the way shit's just going to be, and you better get used to it," his jaw clenched while those dreamy dark eyes studied my face extremely closely, "I know you feel the exact same things I'm feeling right now, and all you have to do is give in to me, okay?"

Heat seared through my body at his voice lowering and turning more gentle, a different type of darkness filling his pupils. My knees felt weak, and my heart was racing.

I forced myself to take a step back but hit my back against the wall. I couldn't stop staring at him and his handsome features, feeling in a sort of trance by him.

Yes, mate... my wolf submitted to him completely yet again, while he closed the small amount of space between us.

Mate, mate, mate... she was begging me to just kiss him, but the small amount of my rational mind which I had succeeded to preserve told me not to.

It was scary, these things I was feeling. Every feeling and sense seemed so much more stronger right now, and I was afraid I'd do something I'd regret.

I tried telling myself it was just because we were mates, but when his hand moved to rest gently on my waist, I let out a shaky breath and looked down at the nonexistent space between us, unable to stop these feelings.

His touch heated up my body, and sent shocks down to my clenching core. His proximity also made me feel dangerously warm, comforted and happy, but I didn't want admit those things to myself, ever.

This was the monster who had brutally had my boyfriend murdered. The monster who had caused so much pain and loss around the world, all because of his sick want for more power. The monster who was my mate.

"Come on, Sofia..." he coaxed, sultry tone causing me to shiver in delight. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying so hard to keep the one sliver of hope I had for these feelings to end. "Give in to me".

I could feel the hardness in his dress pants pressing against me, and it really wasn't helping with me trying to resist these crazy and indescribable feelings.

His lips brushed along my jaw, and as much as I tried to stop it, the tiniest moan slipped past my lips. My rational mind was leaving fast, and I hated myself for it.

Please... my wolf whined, wanting me to give in to our mate as soon as possible.

"Fuck, you smell good," he inhaled my scent with a deep breath, lips pressing onto the sensitive skin just below my ear.

I had read about mates being instantly interested in each others' scents, just like I had been when I first entered the car where he was in. His scent was intoxicating me right now in the most awfully wonderful way, even though I was trying to resist it, and I felt faint.

"Kiss me, Sofia," a low growl rumbled up from his chest as his hips pushed into me, trying to relieve the strain in his pants. I felt completely limp, hating that I was loving this, and so was my wolf.

Both his hands were on my hips now, squeezing a fair amount and keeping me right against him yet still pressed against the wall.

I was suddenly snapped just a small bit back into reality, realising he could easily sink his teeth into my neck and mark me, his lips brushing against that certain spot underneath my ear.

If he marked me, these feelings would only get crazier and my heats - which had yet to start - would get worse. Also, leaving him would get harder, and plenty of other things I really didn't want.

"Get off me," I managed to utter, squeezing my eyes even more shut as I faced the disappointment from my wolf and from the part of me that was completely manipulated by him being my mate. This wasn't real; if he wasn't my mate, I'd never feel these things with him or towards him.

"Damian, step away from me. Now," my voice was frighteningly calm. I almost sighed in relief when his hold on me loosened and he slowly pulled back to be able to find my eyes.

"You have to want me. You're my-"

"Your mate, yes," I snapped, shoving him away from me and glaring up at him now with a comfortable space between us - my treacherous body craving him not to be so far away, though.

"If I don't want you, I don't want you. Us being mates doesn't make any difference! Never ever do that again, do you understand me?" I hissed, fists clenching by my sides.

I watched as he sighed and adjusted the front of his suit pants. My eyes never left his, as I wasn't ready to see the outline of his erection.

"You can tell yourself you don't want me, but believe me, Sofia, I know you want me. I know you're feeling these exact same things and before long, you won't even need to hide the fact that you do need me. Especially when your heat comes..."

"Out! Get out, right now!" I raised my voice at him, hating that the only one who was able to help me through my heat was him. I needed to leave tonight.

Without thinking twice about it, he and his cold and blank expression turned around to walk over to the door. He unlocked it, and was about to step out before glancing back at him.

"Unless you want me to start feeding you, you better eat that sandwich, do you get me?" Damian raised his brows at me.

"Sofia..." his voice turned into an almost warning one.

I huffed and rolled my eyes, "fine. Now leave".

He did as I had told him, and locked the door again behind him.

I let out a breath I hadn't even realised I'd been holding, and slid down against the wall to sit on the floor.

I rested my head in my hands, sighing in disbelief. Why had the Fates been so cruel to me? Making my mate someone like him...