Her Mate

Chapter thirty-three

I watched JoAnn as she talked with a middle aged couple on the front steps of Our Savior and Lord from across the street safe and sound in the driver's seat of Nancy's Ford Exploration. I felt sick to my stomach to add with the burning in my neck that came and went from Nancy's wound she kept insisting that wasn't bothering her.

She was trying so hard to be strong that I didn't have the heart to tell her I could feel it. Knowing it was more than likely even far worse for her tore me in two.

I felt her hand on my thigh but even that had trouble improving my mood. I just couldn't believe even from the grave my mother got me to come here and when I had so many other things going on but I couldn't skip it no matter how much I wanted. They were my parents as flawed as they were and I knew it was important to JoAnn. I was still pissed off at her about the whole Ashley thing but that could go on the back burner for today.

"We don't have to go in if you don't want to. It doesn't matter if your parents came here, it was still really messed up of JoAnn. Her crap with me is one thing, but this..."

"We're going in. This is the first time you've been out of the house in days. If this is what it takes to get you out then that's what we're doing."

I said sternly letting out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. Nancy rolled her eyes then turned away to the passenger window.

"I don't know what you're talking about. You have this thing around my neck so tight it feels like a collar. Let me tell you I have nothing but deep sympathy for Dobby now. The poor thing..." she said venomously. I didn't take it personally, I knew this was hard on her.

I leaned over putting my arm around her and spoke softly in her ear

"Hmmm I like where this is going. I didn't bring his leash but I could've sworn I saw some rope in the back that I could use..."

She turned her head back towards me taking in a deep breath. I'd never been so sexually open with her and it was clear she didn't expect it. As soon as she was facing me before she could recover, I closed the remaining inch or so of distance kissing her.

" Y-y-I don't even know who you are anymore! What happened to the shy submissive girl I have come to know?"

"Her mates been depressed and moody so she's determined to lift her out of it."

"Well If either of us is going on a leash, it'll be you! If it makes you feel any better, I'm more than happy to satisfy your kinky BDSM fetishes but next time could you get frisky when we're in bed or at least someplace I can act on it instead of in front of a damn church in broad daylight?"

"Hmm. I'll think about it."

I gave her another kiss feeling that I accomplished my mission by raising her mood. The sparkle in her eye had returned like fireworks on the Fourth of July celebration.

"Consider my mood lifted but the same hoes for you too. You're not allowed to let JoAnns shit or anyone else's here get to you. I mean it."

JoAnns been like a totally different person since she told me about Ashley's little stunt. Yes, a stunt, I know my sister and she's not Ashley's mate no matter what was said. And now there was this. A damn church of all places! It may of been their church but my parents are dead and it's me who has to deal with the bigoted assholes that's piling in right now.

I hate funerals. And no, it's not for the reasons you might think. While I was sad to bury my parents, I wasn't going to miss them. We hadn't been close since before I came out. No, the reason I hated funerals is because they were magnets for every relative, in-laws, friends of both the departed as well as past ones of yours (Past is the key word there) and every wannabe vampire. I'd actually favor the real thing as then you know where things stand. The fakes, you don't. They pretend to give a shit while they drain you dry. Not of blood, but of your sanity. There are just certain people you'd rather never have to deal with that events like this just draws them out.