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It made me realize how my Owner, Blair Aspen’s conquest for revenge, had jeopardized many lives and the galaxy itself.
I opened my eyes, a bare chest greeted me. I raised my eyebrow, noticing the absence of chest markings. My eyes trailed upward, landing on the intricate markings located on his shoulder blades. I took a deep breath.
Lavender...Daniel?
I heard a low moan as Daniel turned slightly, the arm around my waist pulled me against him. I love the way my body curved into his. The warmth and smell of lavender was enough to almost lull me back to sleep…almost.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
I couldn’t tell whether he was half asleep or talking to himself.
I continued to reflect back on my actions with Eli and Elias. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. In a way, I didn’t regret telling them off. They had kept such a vital secret from me, the information I had every right to know about. I shouldn’t have stormed off like that. I guess it was too late now to regret when it already happened.
I wondered if they were mad at me. Would the boys not like me anymore?
“We aren’t mad at you and we still love the shit out of you, so the answer is no.”
I opened my eyes, glancing up to see the pair of gold, drowsy eyes looking down at me.
“Um...you weren’t supposed to hear that,” I declared shyly.
“I know,” he replied, a devilish smirk formed on his lips.
He lowered his head, those soft lips pressed against mine. I took a moment to enjoy the soft tenderness of his lips before he deepened the kiss; his arm around me pulled me against him as his other hand gripped my hair, steadying my head as he devoured my mouth.
There was a wickedness in the way he kissed me. It was a feeling I never felt with the others and sometimes, I questioned whether it was my own feeling or his?
I moaned against his lips; my body responded to his possessiveness. His hand released my hair and caressed down my arm and across my stomach. The motion sent shocks of electricity through me and my body arched in response, pushing itself into him – needing to be closer.
Out of all the boys, Daniel had received the least amount of love from me and it bothered me. I needed him to know I loved him just like the others.
I unhinged myself, placing my hands against his chest as I pushed him lightly into the gold satin sheets below.
I crawled over him, positioning myself to sit on top of him, straddling his waist as his hands found mine. Our lips continued their rhythmic motions. Our tongues sought the other. With each stroke my body grew warmer and warmer.
I pulled away, wanting to take a moment to scan his bare chest; his shoulder blade markings caught my interest.
The thick, interlocking lines reminded me of a spread-out wing, one side starting as a thin line and moving outward and upward as it broke out into multiple, diverse lines and swirls.
My fingers lightly traced over the design, and I could feel his body shiver beneath me as his eyes grew heavy.
“I got it when I was eight cycles old.” He admitted; his hand stopped mine from continuing the action; interlocking.He glanced up to at me.
“Was it just random?” I asked. I knew markings appeared on our bodies in a few ways, sixty percent appeared at birth. He could have also received them through training.
“Kind of,” he replied, his eyes looked lost, sadness flashed through his expression.
I leaned down to kiss him. I didn’t like such an expression on his face. It didn’t suit his perfect skin and brilliant eyes.
“Sorry. Does it bring back bad memories?” I frowned at him, not wanting to trigger anything negative from his past. A part of me was curious, but I wanted him to tell me freely and not feel pushed.
“Ya. I don’t like talking about it,” he expressed, glancing away.
“Okay. We can talk about something else,” I suggested. I struggled to make a connection with Daniel. I wanted him to trust me, but it seemed whenever we took a step forward, something would bring us back.
“Mako. Don’t give me that look.” He pulled me into a hug. I didn’t know what expression I was giving him, but I knew I felt sad at his reluctance to trust me. I didn’t need him to tell me now, but I craved the reassurance he’d think of me when he did need someone to talk to.
“I struggle...with sharing. It’s not only to you, the others, too. I just can’t seem to rely on others. I’m afraid to. I’d rather heal and be the listener than share my insecurities and thoughts. It’s always been that way, but when you look at me like that—” He trailed off, tightening his hold around me.
