The Fifth Nightmare

Second Chance

Trilla POV

    I shift uncomfortably on his lap feeling his eyes on me. "Tell me Little one, what does it feel like when I do this. . ." He says running his hand up the length of my bare arms the tips tickle its way up my arms. I shiver and he notices with a smile. I close my eyes and lean into his touch, I hadn't noticed the feeling before when he grabbed my arm, but these were the same shivers Markus had given me. I jerk back, "No, not again." I tried to pull away from him and he held me tighter. "To late little one, even if you don't say it I can read your body perfectly well." He says running his nose along my jaw. I choke out a sob as I try to retch away from him using all of my strength. "Pl-please let me go." I beg pulling away frantically. I can feel him smile against my throat, a real smile not the dangerous little smirks that left my panties wet.

     "Tell me whats wrong little one. I do not intend to let you go, not after I have found you." He says, I still try to pull away begging him to let me go. He strokes my hair delicately waiting for me to calm down and come back from my panic. I sit still on his lap not moving, waiting for him to speak. "Tell me whats wrong little one. Am I not desirable to you after you lost your mate?" He asks looking me in the eyes moving me on his lap so I straddled him on his chair. I could feel him poking at my core from this position on his lap. "My last mate, he- he was not a good man." I say casting my eyes down at his lap. 

    He growls at my words "What did he do." He says burying his face in my neck running his lips up and down my neck. "He was not good to me, he liked to inflict pain." I say ashamedly. He growls fiercely clutching me tightly to his chest. " On You or just others." He raises his voice slightly at me and I flinch back. "No, no, no. Not you, he would never to you. Not to his mate. You cant harm your mate." He whispers against me holding me tight to his chest. " I would never. NEVER hurt you please understand." He murmurs against my skin. 

    His sorrow hits me hard. It was unbearable to feel his sorrow wafting through me. I ran my fingers through his hair like Markus liked and he practically purred at me turning his head and pressed his head against my hand. A small smile finds it's way to my lips as I watch him purr with satisfaction against my hand. "Please give me a chance. I will try to make you as happy as I possibly can." He says looking up at me. "I- I don't know. I don't ever want to be in a situation like that." I say still stroking his hair. "Just give me a chance to show you. I wont mark you until you are ready, I promise." He says eyes still closed nudging his head against my hand when I stop stroking his hair. After his continuous nudging I continue petting his hair. 

    He acted like a small pup, desperate for attention. I sigh, "Since you seem fond of making deals, let us talk for a moment." I say retracting my hand from his hair. I would never admit it, but having such a strong male practically begging for my attention made me feel powerful. "I am distrustful of the situation, but I can't deny this feeling inside me. Don't misunderstand me, this is not saying mark me right now. So I am willing to go on a trial period for this situation to see how we both feel. In exchange I must ask you for something, my family does not know of my last mate and I wish to keep it that way. Until I am sure of you I would also like to keep this between ourselves. 

    He gives me a dark smile, one that promised many things "I think I can accept that, would you allow me to sit with you at dinner?" He asks looking hopeful. I fix him with a nod before leaning in to rest my head on his chest. He strokes down my hair and I nestle in to his chest getting comfortable against him. He wraps his arms under my legs and carried me to lay on the bed. I moved up to protest, he smirked down at me "this is just for rest, we will just lay down till six and then we can go to breakfast." He says laying down behind me and wrapping his thick, strong arms around me. 

    "Hmm, I don't know if I can sleep. especially after our conversation." I say bringing my hand up to put my hand on his. He groaned, before pulling me tight to his chest. "Okay little one, tell me about your mate." he says almost conversationally but I could feel the rage seeping from his body. "I don't know if that is such a good idea. . . " I begin before he cuts me off "Just tell me, if you don't I will assume it is worse than it was." He says burying his face into my neck inhaling my scent, I remembered Markus doing it to calm himself down. "Am I upsetting you?" I ask quietly, I wasn't all that certain of what he was like and if he was upset I needed to get away. "No, - well yes. But not at you. Go on and tell me about him." 

    "I met Markus 3 years ago and about a year ago he died. When I met him he was pleasant enough. But later he felt that a human mate wasn't good enough and he became physical with me for the smallest of things. During the night he was the perfect mate and during the day he was someone else. Closer to animal than human. After his death my family came to check on me and found me in a deep depression. They stayed with me and have been trying to cheer me up since. But even still I miss him." I say quietly, as I spoke I felt him tense behind me. I patted his hand softly before stroking the calloused flesh of his hands. 

    "You miss him? He hit you and you miss him?" He sat up abruptly pulling his hands away and standing up from the bed his tone bordered on outrage. I sat up too turning to face him covering my face with my hands. "I knew I shouldn't have said something." I moaned out in distress I peeked from my fingers observing the male before me. He ran his fingers through his hair and groaned before sitting on the bed. He laid his head in my lap and looked up at me.

     "I'm sorry I got upset, I just- the Idea of him hurting you is too much. And to hear you say you miss him, it just hurts to hear you say." He says in a small voice the most apologetic I had ever heard him be. "I don't miss the beatings and the cuts and his mind games. But there is other stuff I miss." I say just as quiet reaching out towards his face hesitating when I got close. He reaches out and grabs my hand placing a soft kiss on it before stroking the back with his thumb. I pulled free of his grasp and cupped his face running my thumb over his strong cheek. 

"So how did he die."