The Helpless Mate

Chapter 17

"Jax I'm sorry. Please just talk to me." I plead, following him into the kitchen.

"I don't want to talk." He huffs, pouring himself some coffee.

"Then just reject me!" I shout butI don't mean it.

He sighs. "I'm not going to reject you."

"You might as well, all I do is screw up and make you mad at me." I cry.

"You're dismissed for the evening Stefan." Jax says.

Stefan nods and leaves, leaving the two of us alone. Is back is to me and tears are falling down my face. He turns around and takes me in his arms.

"I'm not mad at you. I was a little just at the fact that you'd so carelessly let me mark you. It's a big deal to me. And you'd let me do it just to distract me. I get it, I shouldn't have been so harsh with her. She is your friend and I get that you wanted to help her. Just talk to me next time instead of trying to trick me." He says.

"I want you to mark me." I whisper.

"And I want to, I just want it to be special. What if I take you on a romantic date first, then we can see where that leads." He suggests.

"I think that's a great idea. When?" I ask.

"In an hour."he says.

"An hour?! I need to get ready!" I say, wiggling out of his arms and fleeing back to my room, causing him to laugh.

When the hour is up, I'm wearing a short black romper with sunflowers on it. I'm also wearing black sandal. I do a little mascara and eyeliner along with yellow and orange eyelids. There's a knock at my door. I open it to find Jax. He's wearing faded jeans and a baby blue t shirt. He looks so good that I just want to tear his clothes off him right here and now. He notices me staring and smirks.

He takes me hand and leads me out of the house. He takes me into the woods behind our home. We walk until we reach a clearing. There's a picnic blanket laid on the ground with a picnic basket. The basket has things like wine and grapes peeking out of it. There's fairy lights hung up between the trees, illuminating the area since it's dusk. He leads me over to the blanket and we sit down.

He grabs two glasses and pours wine into both of them. "Ummm you know I'm only eighteen right? We literally met at my eighteenth birthday party."

"Yeah, so? It'll be our little secret." He says, handing me a glass.

I chuckle then take a sip, not too bad. We sit and talk and drink and eats. We try throwing grapes into each other's mouths, and fail horribly. By the time we finish the grapes and cheese that was hidden in the basket, it's night time. I've only drank a little and so has he, we don't want to be drunk and make a mistake.

"I think I love you." I whisper.

He pulls me to him and kisses me. It's not urgent or lustful. It's slow and sweet. After a while of making out, he kisses down my neck and I feel his teeth elongating. They scrape up and down my neck. He kisses my neck one last time before sinking his canines in my skin. I yell out in pain. I whimper, but the pain soon turns to pleasure. I let out a soft moan and he lets out a low growl. He retracts his teeth and licks up the blood on my neck. I moan every time he comes in contact with my mark.

"I love you too." He says, placing a kiss to my mark.