An Unacceptable Mate

Chapter Twenty One

He wrapped his hand in my hair to keep it back from my face as I kissed him with a desire I never knew I possessed. His other hand was pressed to the centre of my back, keeping me against him. Time seemed to have slowed down, or had it sped up? My fingers skimmed from his hair over his cheeks down to his shoulders and then up and down his smooth, milky white arms that were laced with tattoos.

    "I..." he started to say, but the friction between our bodies was just too much for comprehensible words. He groaned and I could feel his excitement everywhere.

  "Prince Inerra, we are taking off in the next minute," someone said over the speakers.

Oh shut-up, I thought breathlessly, moving my hands to the sex god's muscular chest and then tracing his abs. Holy crap he was perfect. So much more perfect than him. At least Inerra was known to be a double-crosser and evil mastermind, Acera was just a deceiving little prick.

    "Charlie," he managed to pant, getting to his feet and wrapping my legs around his waist. I moaned, kissing down his neck. This was the most fun I'd had since ever. He kept me against him as he pushed back the seats. I briefly noted that the couch-like seats had now been transformed into a bed.

    "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he ordered in a flurry of words against my shoulder.

I steadied myself, eyes still closed, but lips an inch from his skin. Did I want him to stop? Was I even thinking straight anymore? Would I regret what happened next if I let him do whatever it was he wanted to do?

  "Don't stop," I breathed. We turned to look at each other at the same time. I had this uncomfortable, slightly sickening feeling in my gut as I said this. I didn't want this. I couldn't sleep with Inerra!

He moved over to the newly formed bed and kneeled on it. His electric blue eyes seemed to be concerned, but he wouldn't let on why. The pureblood didn't make a move, just knelt there looking at me so sincerely for a long moment.

Hastily, I reached for the top of his jeans. Acera wouldn't know and even if he did, he deserved whatever pain he'd feel. Oh wait, he didn't even care about me in the first place so why should he care now?

Not meeting Inerra's gaze, I unzipped his jeans. My hands started to shake.

    "Stop, Charlie," he whispered, taking my face in his sizzling hands. My eyes were swimming with tears, heart in my throat. "You don't want this. You don't want me."

Was he trying to convince me...? But that didn't make sense.

My brows knitted together. "But you want me, don't you?"

He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. 

He didn't want me. I was such a fool. Such a naïve, disgusting girl that was worse than any of the hookers. I tore myself from his hold and buried my face in my hands, crying harder.

  "Charlie, please don't cry," he tried to coon. I pushed him away.

    "Nobody wants me!" I wailed, eyes wide with madness. He just stared. "I don't belong with anything perfect. My life has never been right. Disaster after disaster! Look at me," I croaked, ducking my head in shame. "Even Acera, the one I've fallen in love with, wants me dead. He can't stand me."

  "Don't say such things," he murmured. The lights suddenly went out, but I could very clearly see him stalking closer to me. He brought me to his chest and I didn't fight this time. "I very much want you, Charlie. Just not like this. Not while your heart is broken. Sleeping with each other isn't going to make anything better. It'll probably make things worse."