Page 4 of Savior Mate

Obviously, he's not homosexual, and I wouldn't want him to feel I was forcing him into something he didn't want.

The sound of the door creaking pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at the man who had walked into the hospital room. My lips tugged into a smile as he approached me and pulled me into an unexpected embrace. “How are you feeling, Marion?”

“Better now,” I nodded with a wide grin, but there was still a look of confusion on my face. “Why are you doing this?” I mustered. “No one has ever done all these things for me. Not the way you did.” I held his gaze and searched his eyes. I really wanted to know to clarify the doubt that he wouldn’t just abandon me. Besides if he kept me in the dark one more time, I would just suffocate to death. I just needed to know if he felt something for me. Confusion replaced the look of honesty in his eyes. It looked like he didn't know what to say or he just didn't know the right words to say, anyway. Perhaps he wasn't just ready to communicate with me. But finally he spoke his mind.

“I don't know what this is between us. But I don't want to see you hurt and I…” he professed with a flicker of fear in his eyes. “Yes, I feel something for you, and it blooms every moment I spend with you. Please don't tamper with the mating bond.”

“I won't,” I replied. “Now, are you going to walk me home or not? If you want to.” I proposed with a chuckle, hopeful that he'd say yes.

“I’m sorry I can't. I have something important…” he was saying, and my face paled. “Nah, just kidding. Come on, let me walk you home.” He smiled and put his hands out for me. I took it and grinned as we sauntered out of the ward.

We left the hospital premises together and took the path that led straight to the witch’s side of the pack. We moved half way in silence, listening to the sounds the nocturnal creatures of the nights made. I felt the silence was too awkward, and I asked, “Have you had a mate before?” I questioned and nudged closer to him. It took him some seconds before he answered me.

“Yes, I did. But she left a long time ago. It doesn't matter now,” he smiled at me. “So tell me more about the witch stuff. I mean, my daughter is a witch, but hers is entirely different.”

“It’s a complicated form of magic. I came into my powers when I was 12. That was when it all started.” I spoke in a low tone as a feeling of lament shrouded me. He halted and took my hand, placing his hands on my jaw to direct my gaze to him.

“I’m so sorry your powers have brought you so much pain. But I'm here now, and I won't let it happen to you again,” he reassured me with a soft smile. I nodded at his words, and we continued to stroll down the path. “If you must know, I participated in the Sentinel training, but didn't get very lucky at the rankings. I could teach you some moves if you want to.”

“Don’t you think you're a little too old for that.”

“Well, excuse the shit out of me. I'm forty-two.” He asserted with a chortle as we approached the front of my home.

“I could beat you.”

“I would love to see you try,” his eyes darkened as he pulled me to himself. He spun me over and placed me against his chest. A tensed breath escaped my lips as I relaxed into his arms and listened to his breathing.

“I want you to close your eyes and listen to the sound of my heartbeat.” He leaned into my ears and rasped the words, causing me to quiver in his arms. I did exactly what he said, listening to every thump of his heart, lost in the perfect moment of the warm embrace. The feel of his hands on my skin, the closeness between the both of us, the sparks ignited by the power of the bond. It was one of the most genuine feeling I had ever felt. This moment was so perfect, and I felt that impassioned love I yearned for. I didn't want him to let me go, but eventually I knew he had to. This sensual feeling sent blood rushing to my cock, and I couldn't keep my length from straining against my thighs. Denzel felt the same way too, because I was close enough to feel his bulge.

“Denzel.” I whispered. He placed his finger on my lips, intensifying the hardcore pleasure in the pit of my stomach.

“Hush, my little darkness.” He breathed the words into my ears, and I sighed deeply as I sealed my lips.

We stood under the starry night skies with his hands wrapped around my slender frame as he brought warmth and comfort to my body. I wondered if it was just the mate bond or if Denzel truly felt something for me in his heart. I guessed he had to answer those questions at his own time. I dismissed those thoughts and just let the feeling of his touch against my skin consume me.

“You should get inside now. It's cold. If you need anything, call me.” He let me go and reached for my phone, inputting his phone number. I was already yearning for his arms again a few seconds from breaking contact. I mean, who wouldn't?

“Thanks, but I think I'll be fine tonight,” I smiled at him, wishing that he'd never have to leave. “Good night, Denzel.” I waved at him as I walked down the gravel path and climbed onto the porch. I unlocked the door and looked over my shoulder, only to see he was standing there, watching me. He waved at me with a smile, and I nodded as I opened the door to walk in. On second thought, it wouldn't hurt if I asked him to come in, would it? I mean, the worst that he could say was no. And I know he wouldn't say no.

“Denzel. I need you to come closer.” I whispered. He could hear me through his heightened hearing. He walked down the gravel path without his eyes leaving me and when he joined me on the porch, I queried, “Would you like to come in?”

“Yes, yes. I do.” He agreed quickly.

I shut the door after we had walked in, and we both headed straight to the living room. I pulled off my jacket and tossed it on the couch, slumping into it with an exasperated exhale. “Welcome to my home. I try to make it as gothic as possible. Gives off the witchy woo style.” I said and offered him a seat. Black wallpaper with witch symbols imprinted on them covered the walls. They were scented black candles across the room, and I ensured that black was the dominant color in my home. I simply loved it. Anytime I was around it, I felt unstoppable, like I could do anything in the world. There were also framed family portraits on the wall—a particular picture had me and my little sister in it. That one caught his attention. “Who’s that?” Denzel inquired.

“My little sister, Esme. I don't want to talk about her just yet.” I clarified, and he sighed and nodded.

“At your own time.” He smiled as he held my gaze. We didn't break eye contact for seconds and as time passed by, I leaned closer to him until I felt his hot breath against my face. I remembered how his fingers stroked my lips and awakened a passionate desire within me. He didn't flinch; he just stared into my eyes with raw emotion burning in those sea green orbs. Everything about this man was perfect, including the taste of his lips.

I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Then he didn't hold back. He pulled me closer, trapping my lips in an ardent lock as I felt crude passion course through us. My hand found its way into his hair, and I ruffled through as he wrapped his hands around my waist. He tasted the sweetness of my tongue, wrapping his enormous hands around my waist as he pressed on the kiss. I parted my mouth, letting him in, our tongue colliding in a frantic lip lock. He released a guttural growl as he swiped his tongue across my lips, leaving my lips throbbing for another round of sensual passion. Fuck, this felt so good, and the power of the mating bond made it even more intensifying. He smiled and continued kissing me, telling me that I belonged to him by the fierceness of his lips on mine, pulling me closer until I felt his body on mine. I gasped for breath as a moan escaped me and he pulled away suddenly. “I’m sorry. That wasn't supposed... to happen.” Denzel stuttered; he rose to his feet and strolled away.

“Denzel, wait!” I regained my stance, but he didn't look back. He just left. This was all my fault. I had just scared him away. Perhaps if I had just let him go home, then this wouldn't have happened.

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Denzel

I barged into my room, fighting to catch my breath as I had ran from Marion’s house back to my home.

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