His Touch- Mated to the Alpha's Son

10: Reassurance

It's not the best, but it is all about Taylor and Cameron! Enjoy!

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My eyes fluttered open and my vision was burred. The room I was in was dark with just a little bit of light peeking in from the crack in the curtains. I stared at the ceiling, blinking a few times, and then looked down to my body. I was wearing a black cami and grey sweatpants. Cameron's to be exact. I then remembered coming home last night with Cameron, both of us exhausted. Cameron went back out to bring everyone else back home because we won! Most of the rogues were killed, and the few that weren't surrendered, leaving from where they came.

When Cameron went back out, I went to his room and put on a cami I found in the laundry room and a pair of his sweapants. Thus the reason why I'm wearing them now.

A big arm flung over my waist and I jumped, quickly covering my mouth with a hand so I didn't wake him up. I snuck a glance over at him sleeping soundly on his side facing me, arm resting over my waist. I cracked a smile, and closed my droopy eyes, listening to the faint sound of his steady breaths.

A few minutes later, I felt him stir a little, then heard yawn. Popping open my eyes, I tried to make it seem like I'd just woken up, too. "Good morning," he yawned, rubbing his eyes with his hands. I giggled and turned on my side to face him.

"Good morning!" I said back. His gaze traveled down and his smile widened. I watched carefully as his hand traveled up the bed and went to the crook of my neck. His hand just grazed my skin and I could tell he was tracing the mark he left. "It only took two tries, but you finally marked me." I joked, causing his his gaze to shoot back up to mine.

"Yes I did, but I'm still sexually frustrated." he said.

I frowned, "What do you mean?" I asked flatly.

"I mean," He started, his hand gliding up the side of my neck. "that technically, we still havn't mated, and the wolf side of me is desperate."

I can feel the blood drain from my face. Nervous about this topic, I bite my lip, thinking of how to respond. "Yea, but, I...." I cower away and sit up on the side of the bed. "We should get dressed, it's almost noon." I squeak, changing the subject.

"We have to talk about this sometime. We're mates, and I can't hold back any longer, besides I am a teenage boy." He pushes the subject back in place, and this time the blood rushes back to my cheeks. I don't face him yet, not wanting him to see the wicked blush on my cheeks. I feel the bed move a little, then a hand on my shoulder. "Taylor, I have to ask...did-did you and Zane...ya know..." I jump off the bed.

"I'm still a virgin if that's what your wondering. I wouldn't just give it to anyone, especially if they're not my mate!" I'm now facing him, the blush now just redness from anger. How dare he think I'd do that to him!

He put his hands up in defense and slowly rose from the bed. "Whoa, babe, I know you wouldn't do that, but, dammit I have a right to know! So, Taylor, what did you do with him?" He stood up taller, eyes glazing over, and I knew the wolf part of him was getting angry.

"Calm down, we just kissed and stuff..." I trailed off. I don't like thinking about this stuff when I'm with Cameron. Remembering what Zane and I had repulses me now and I wanna keep it in the past, or better yet, forget.

His jaw clenched, "And stuff? Stuff?" His eyes showed genuine sadness, but quickly went back to anger. "What kind of stuff?" He growled. I threw my hands up.

"You're being so unfair!" I shouted, shaking my head at him. "What about you? How many other girls have been in this bed?" I pointed to his bed, but kept my eyes on him, patiently waiting for his answer.