Mark Me

Picking up the Pieces: 4

    Tyler's P.O.V.

    Jumping out of my daydream I notice Emma tugging away her hand, I growl. There is no way on earth I'm letting her go that quickly, tugging it back I lead her to the floor and we began to slow dance to the piano in the background. The melody was beautiful but nothing compared to the woman in my arms. Emma's frame fit perfectly flushed to mine.

   I never wanted one, a mate that is. I was more of the two date kind of guy. You know, stay for the first date, just to be a gentleman and sneak in for a peck, hold the door open and for the second date, sweep them off their feet, usually by candle light just for a one night stand and an other notch on my belt. But all of those women were the same, miserable, lonely women I could lay and walk away with no problem, no strings attached because I never felt anything for them, I simply wanted them to fill the empty spot in my heart. I'm horrible I know, but all of that will change, I need Emma. Emma will ease the ache in my soul. I needed to be touched and held and loved all along, but only by her. She was my missing piece.

     "Tyler? hello?" Emma's voice was laced with worry as she tried to shake me, but I never felt it till now, I was so consumed in her beauty that I never noticed! Oops..

     "S-Sorry.. Emma, do you want to get out of here?" I asked, feeling weird; weird, what is that feeling? NERVES?! I don't get nervous, I'm a damn respectable alpha!

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        Emma's P.O.V.

       Am I dreaming, did he just ask me to leave with him? What is wrong with him anyway? He's staring at me weird, honestly making me more self conscious.. tilting my head down, he lifted it before all contact was lost between us.

"Emma, don't look away from me," his stern husky voice was positive so i directed my eyes to his lips. His lips were beautiful and strong. All I can think about is dominating them and making them ALL MINE. I felt a slight shake to my shoulders, looking back to his eyes,

"Welcome back, Beautiful," Tyler smirked. Smiling back at him, he definitely just called me beautiful.

  "Sorry, hey, yeah let's get out of here," I said without an other minute of hesitation.

    "Good choice, baby girl." And with that Tyler grabbed my hand and lead me out of the boring dinner party my mom had drug me to, I'm sure glad she did. Tyler was everything I ever wanted. He was perfect, tall, muscular, strong jaw line, just enough facial hair for me to pull, makes me want to drool just thinking about it. Tyler is that kind of guy I would want but wouldn't want me. The muscular guy with the plump girl, usually an odd equivalent, but with us, it worked. Some how his body mass looked perfect next to mine.

    Hand in hand, Tyler pulled me down the street. where the hell are we going and then I heard it, the one thing no one want to hear...

'CRACK!'

Looking down at my feet, I halted.

Are you kidding me!? My high black pumps were missing a heel. Embarrassed I looked down at my failing shoe.

"I'm sorry, Tyler.. I don't think I'll be able to go, my heel kinda broke... off."

   "Hey, look at me," he made me look at him, eye contact must be his thing or something, "it's okay, don't be embarrassed, those things aren't meant to run in." He took his hand off of my chin and began to pace, I immediately missed his sparks.

   Back and forth, Tyler started to pick up the pieces of my ruined pump.

"You know what, I'll carry you!" the excitement in his voice was a little freaky.

  "What did you just say?" my tone was full of horror. Carry me, is he insane! yes we might look cute together but that is STANDING, side by side, not me in his arms!

"Are you crazy! you really don't understand how heavy I am!" and with that I was lifted up and carried bridal style.

"Tyler, put me down before you through your back out!" I screamed but he didn't listen. He marched up stairs, ran a little, shit, he even skipped! How can someone be this strong?

"Tyler, I'm serious! please put me down!" I begged and he only responded with a chuckle.

    It felt like ages but we finally came to a stop, Tyler dug in his jeans, grabbed a key and with a 'click' we were in a beautiful uptown house. The decor was breathtaking, gold vases, marble statues, elaborate paintings, I was in awe.

   "Welcome to our city home!" Tyler started to loosen his grip on my thighs, as I slid down his body, his smile was wide and promising. 'City home' he has more than one home? wait, did he say 'OUR!' What the hell is really going on here?

   "Emma? What's wrong, why do you look so freaked out?" Tyler's words were alarming and on the edge. He walked up to me and grabbed my waste.

   "Talk to me, sweet heart, you are scaring me," looking into Tyler's eyes I felt my heart begin to melt. I only just met this man and I am falling far him, every cute name, every hand grab, every sweet whisper, even when he said 'ours' it made my heart rate speed up; what if he actually liked me? What if Tyler is here picking up the pieces..? I can only hope, and that is when I kissed him, long and hard, engulfing myself in him and loving every minute of it.