Her secret mate

Watching him leave

I spent the rest of the night curled up like that.

My knees pulled up to my chest as tears kept on running down my cheeks until there was nothing left me to cry. It felt like I was completely empty and the hole in my chest that opened the moment Colin left the room had swallowed me whole.

That was how Darcy found me in what probably was the early hours of the morning, because I was pretty sure there were small splashes of light getting in through the cracks between the curtains and the wall.

He opened the door so carefully, probably worried that he would wake me up, but he found me curled up on the bed in relatively the same spot that he left me in what probably was hours ago.

At the door he stopped for a moment and stared at me for a moment. Our eyes met only for a second, but I felt a new wave of tears rising. He didn't say a word, just moved deeper into the room and gathered me into his arms. With my face pressed into his chest, I let myself just cry, while he held me while softly stroking my back.

He did not ask any questions or try to calm me down in any other way other than just holding me.

And it worked better than any words would.

Through all this I seemed to have forgotten that Darcy knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. This is the best example of that.

As the tears finally stopped, I lifted my face from his chest and I felt his palm on my cheek. Carefully, he wiped away the last few tears from my cheek and, with a great struggle, I finally lifted my eyes to meet his. In them, I saw nothing else other than softness.

"Well, this is a crappy way to spend your birthday... sorry..."

He whispered with complete sadness in his voice.

"It's not your fault."

I whispered while shaking my head.

"You are not to blame that we... were not meant to be..."

Another wave of tears threatened to rise, but Darcy acted fast and pushed it down with a kiss.

"Shhh... it's okay..."

He pulled me in closer and pressed my head into his chest.

"It doesn't matter. Mate bond or not, I still love you and that all that matters."

Only now did I realize that he thought that my little break down was because we were not destined mates and not because I more or less refused my destined mate. Shame, because I was laying to him filled my chest, but ignored it and just snuggled into his chest.

"Nothing changes. The plan stays the same as it was the whole time, we will do this together."

His fingers wrapped around my cheeks as he pulled me back a little so that he could look into my eyes.

"Right?"

I did not answer his question and just kissed him. A part of me felt guilty about not answering him, but I needed to... I needed a distraction.

My hands wrapped around him as he answered my kiss and our lips moved against each other seeking reassurance that the connection we had up to this point was still there... that, no matter the fact that we were not meant for each other, we still had each other.

To my own happy surprise and I guess the first good news that I had today, I still felt the little tingles of desire as his hands moved from my face down to my back.

Slowly I moved a bit, so now I was straddling his legs as I leaned into the kiss that, bit by bit, was getting more and more heated. My hand went to his hair as I tried to pull him in closer, hoping that it would help to melt away all that was clouding me right now.

And it helped.

The bolder I got, the brighter the fire started to burn in my chest and the darkness in my chest started to feel lighter.

Darcy was not that far behind me as his hands started to move lower as they landed on the top of my ass, holding me in place or maybe even pulling me closer.

The dress that I had worn to the party had risen to the point where the lower half of my body was now almost completely exposed. Darcy's hands found their way to them and his fingers softly started to caress the now exposed skin. They moved higher and higher until they caught the edge of the dress and started lifting it. Moments later, he pulled back a bit so that he pulled the dress of me completely while breaking the kiss. As the dress was pulled off, and I was almost naked except for the pair of black lace panties that covered me, I felt his eyes travel lower, slowly drinking in the naked skin in front of him.

A part of me feared that I would feel repulsed by his eyes on me, but... but it felt fine... maybe even normal. The same little flames of lust still lingered, and little goosebumps still rose everywhere his eyes lingered.

I guess he noticed me getting lost in thought because a second later I felt his lips on my neck as his hand returned to my ass.

His hands were pulling me in closer, and I felt my lower body press into his. The hard length of him pressed into me while his lips lingered on my neck. I could not help myself, but release a little moan of pleasure.

I guess he took it as encouragement because moments later he pulled me even closer, pushing me hard onto him while his lips returned to my lips. His kiss changed, it became a lot more aggressive and demanding. I was more than happy to follow his lead and return it with the same intensity.