Chapter 43

***Christians P.O.V.***

     I watched as Amy looks around the tent. It was decorated in purple flowers in tangled in the vines that outlined the place. Sparkling white lights were above our heads, all around us. It put out a soft glow above us. There was a small round table in the middle with a white table cloth on top. A white vase was in the middle of the table, it had a small bouquet of purple flowers in it with two single candles on each side of it.

     "Holy shit man," Amy says, staring at everything in disbelief.

     I smiled while looking down at her. She truly does look stunning tonight, I couldn't help but admire her. Half of her brown hair was pinned back by a purple diamond butterfly clip, along with the other half of her hair curled loosely around her face. She had on a silk dress that matched the color of her hair clip. It clings to her curves like a second skin. The dress stopped just passed her knees, where a small slit was seen at the bottom above her right leg. She had on a black leather jacket that gave her a more edgy and mysterious look.

     She seemed more sure of herself nowadays. Her posture seemed straighter as she continued to walk around, gazing at everything. The confidence in the way she was carrying herself put a smile on my face, good. I like this side of her, it's sexy. It's sexy to see a woman feel so great about herself, especially when it came down to being in her own body.

     "Do you like it?" I asked, still keeping my focus on her.

     She touches one of the vines that were hanging down, then picked the flower off that was there. She spins around with a smile and flower in hand.

     "I've never had someone do things like this for me. The closest date that I've been on, was a trip to McDonald's," she unknowingly admits with a soft laugh. Then looks at me with wide eyes and a blush on her cheeks, like I wasn't supposed to know that.

      I chuckled lightly, walking up closer to her, "Well then, this will be the first time for the both of us. Cause I've never wanted to do this for any other girl before. Until now."

     Her face beams with delight, then she stands on her tippy toes and kisses my cheek.

     "Well thank you, I'm honored," she thanks, pulling back and looking around again, smiling, "I can't believe you did all of this? And you had Ian help? I must say, I'm pretty impressed Mr.Shaw."

     I smiled, "'Well I'm a pretty impressive guy, future Mrs.Shaw."

     She snorts and bumps her shoulder with mine, "I'm glad you're spending time with him."

     I nod, "He was so excited to help out with everything. It was nice to spend some quality time with him. I just hope that I don't fuck up this dad role."

     She laughs softly and rested a hand on my chest. Staring in the middle of it with watery eyes after a short moment.

     I instantly cupped her jaw and slowly tilted her head up, locking our eyes together, "Hey what's wrong?"

     She gives me a small smile, "I don't, I don't think I've thanked you enough, for all that you've done. We haven't known each other for that long but, I am so grateful that you came into my life. I was in a dark place when we met Chris, a darker place than I would like to admit," her bottom lip trembles slightly and a small tear left her eye.

     Wiping some tears away with my thumb, "Hey shh shh," I comfort.

     "Thank you, not just for me, but for Ian as well. We get to give him a family that I wished I had when I was a little girl. You're amazing Chris," she spoke through light tears.

     I smiled at her and kissed her forehead, "You're welcome Princess, I'm glad that you're enjoying everything. You deserve every bit of this. Plus, I love to your face when I can do something like this for you. It's like... a mixture of pure horror and a genuine happy surprise. It's one of the cutest things that I've ever seen."

     She blushes deep red, but kept an innocent stare on me. Then she bites down on her bottom lip, obviously nervous about asking me something. It's pretty easy to guess when she's wanting to ask me something. She gets real shy, and has a habit of chewing the inside of her lip.

     "You can ask me anything Princess," I reassured her.

     When she still looked a little hesitate, I take her hand and lead her to the small little dance floor I had put in here. I drew her in my arms and placed my hand on her waist while holding our other one up in the air.

     "Did you know, that it's against werewolf law, to stand in the middle of a tent with your mate, and not share a dance?" I asked her seriously.

    She rolls her eyes at me, "You're lying. That's a ridiculous law."

     I nod in agreement, "They were ridiculous times," I smirked, "Plus, it's in the werewolf book of laws. Chapter 12, section 69," I add with a wink.

     She laughs some more and shakes her head, "You're a mess."

     I smiled, "Yes, but I'm your mess."

     She smiles and takes a deep breath in, "Well I mean, you've already gotten me this far. I might as well," she teases, sending me a mischievous wink of her own.

     I laughed and pulled her closer.

     She giggles softly and looks around for a moment, "There's no music?"

     I shake my head no, and then started to slow dance with her, "I wouldn't mind dancing all night long to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Cause that beat, is far more pleasing to my ears than any other music out there."

     I hear her heart skip in and out of beats as I spin her out of my arms and twirled her back into them. Her back hits my chest, I leaned down and whispered against her skin, "But if it's music that you want."

     I reached in my back pocket and pulled out my phone, scrolling through some songs until I found a nice slow jam that we could dance to. I put the phone on the white table and then pulled her back into my arms quick, making her laugh a little at my eagerness. We slow danced for about four or five songs, just dancing and getting lost in her big brown eyes.

     "Why do you hate Trenton, your brother?" She asked after a few more moments of dancing together.

     I paused for a second in our dancing, then picked back up. Should've known Bryce would spill the beans to her, he's a horrible liar. Not that I was expecting him to lie to her.

     I sighed, "I don't hate him, I'm just... not, a big fan of his," I said carefully.

     She smiled, "And why aren't you a fan of his?" She tries again.

     Because he's a ruthless murderer, and he's in love with you.

     I could tell by the way he was acting in the classroom, something about the way he said Amy's name made the hairs on my arms stand straight. And when he pulled her into a hug and looked at me with that smug look, I knew. Amy only confirmed what my mind was only guessing when she explained to me where she knew him from. She was the girl that he was crazy about all those years ago. The one who he murdered a someone for.

     I sighed again, "I wasn't the nicest guy to get along with back then. I'm sure that had some part in it."

     "Ya, I know, Bryce mentioned that part," she says with a gentle smile.

     I scoffed, yep, sounds like him, "I don't know, I personally never got along with him because he loved to get people angry, especially when it came to our father. That was he's speciality. Our father wasn't the greatest towards him I'll admit. But the way he thought sometimes, it was... disturbing. My sister got a hamster for Christmas one year, and I remember him holding the small animal in his hand and looking at it. Looking at it like... like a hunter would look at it's next prey. It was strange for an eleven year old to look at something so innocent in that manner. My sister was devastated to find the hamster dead in the cage the very next morning."

     "Do you think that he killed it?" She asked me.

     I shrugged my shoulder, "I'm not sure, I wanna say yes, but then again. What proof do I have?" I say honestly, but I to was also curious, "Do you think he was capable of doing it? From what you know of him, you did kinda grow up with him. I'm sure you got to know him a little better than anyone."

     Sadly. But I was curious about what she thought of him, just because I don't like him doesn't mean she didn't.

     She thinks for a moment, then smiles up at me, "I think he was a very angry and confused kid. But so was I and a lot of others who were in the foster care system, you feel alone, unloved and unwanted. So I can understand if that's what it felt like to him, that feeling sucks. Especially if both of your parent's were volunteering to stay out of your life. It's the worst feeling, it can change anyone. Age doesn't matter when your heart is broken. So yes, I do think that he was capable of doing it. But isn't that what love does? It can change anyone into a holy safe ground for someone, or another place for them to run and hide from."

     I raised a brow at her, "And what am I to you?" I asked, spinning us fast in a circle as we continued to dance.

     She giggles when we come to an abrupt stop, "Definitely my holy safe grounds."

     I smiled and snuggled into her neck and inhaled deeply, god I love this woman.

***Amy's P.O.V.***

     After coming back from our amazing dinner date, we said goodbye to Bryce and Sky, and I put Ian to bed. I make my way towards the kitchen to clean it up a little bit. But was surprised when I seen that Christian beat me to the punch.

     I stand there for a moment, leaning against the wall I put my hand on my hip and watched him wash the dishes. The date was perfect, everything was beautiful and the food was amazing and the company was even better. God he does so much, and he's only eighteen. How did I get so lucky?

     He must've smelt me, because he turns his head a moment later to look at me with a sideways smile.

     "Hey Princess, I'm almost done here," he tells me, turning back around to finish up.

     I licked my lips before bitting my bottom one. Crossing my arms, I could feel my eyes travel down to his perky round ass. I'm not sure where all my bravery was coming from, but the last thing I remebered thinking was.

     Fuck it, I'm sucking his dick!

     "Hey, I was thinking - woah what the?" Chris starts, but was cut off by me spinning him around by the waist, then dropping down to my knees before him.

     I seen his eyes darkened even more, but then widens when I started to unbuckel his belt, "Pr-princess what are you doing?"

     I could hear the struggle in his voice as my hand skimmed over the growing tent in his jeans. But I just smirked and rubbed him some more, making him bite his bottom lip and close his eyes.

     "I'm just wanting a little taste," I tell him lowly, then slowly started unzipping his pants.

     His eyes snapped open at my words. Then it was like a switch was flipped on in him. Cause the next thing he did, was grip the back of my hair a tightly. The kind of roughness that sent multiple throbbing tingles down in between my legs.

     He bites his lip again while watching me, than with his other hand. He helps take out his fully harden member. He smirks, then tightens the grip in my hair and guided my mouth towards the head of his dick. His eyes were coated with love and lust as he lightly glides the tip back and forth across my lips. Spreading the pre-cum that was oozing out of him, all over my lips.

     "Open," he orders.

     I licked my lips and opened up for him. He smirks again and puts the tip in my mouth. My eyes instantly closed and I swirled my wet tounge around it, moaning quietly at the taste.

     "Fuck.." he said through a struggled groan, throwing his head back again.

     I internally smiled at myself, then took more of him in. Using the muscles in my mouth, I was able to squeeze and massage it all around his dick in all the right places. Causing him to groan uncontrollably and curse every now and then. He bucks his hips forward, shoving himself all the way down in the back of my throat.

     My moan was cut off by getting choked by his dick. I pulled back, gasping some air.

     "I'm sorry Princess, did I hurt you?" He asked me, looking worried as I caught my breath for a moment.

     Taking one last breath of air, I just smiled up at him while licking all up and down his dick, before taking him back in my mouth.

     "Fucking christ.." he moans, then gathers up all of my hair in a makeshift ponytail with his hand, "Good god Princess, you look so beautiful. I'm gonna fuck your face, alright?"

     I moaned around him in approval, making him groan from the vibrations.

     He placed his other hand over my throat and gripped down firmly. I quit moving my head and placed my hands on my lap, ready for what's to come.

     He bites his lip again and watches himself slowly push in further down my throat, before pulling back and then pushing even more in again. My mouth was watering with how much this was turning me on. He was gentle though, and even if he wasn't I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.

     But the gentleness didn't last long, because after a minute or two of making sure I can handle it. He started thrusting into my mouth harder, faster, and deeper. I sat there and took everything, I even started rocking side to side on my legs. Squeezing the inside of my thighs together, in order to try and release some of the pressure I felt down there.

     "Come here," he says hungrily, taking himself out of my mouth and pulling me up to my feet by the throat. Then kisses my lips passionately.

     He pulls back with an evil grin, then bends down to grab a handful of both of my ass cheeks and lifted me up. Sitting me ontop of the counter, he brings both hands up to cup my over sized boobs, squeezing them even.

     Then he takes ahold of the top of my dress, then rips it down halfway, causing me to gasp and smile as I run my hand down his torso. Exposing me in nothing but my black bra.

     "God damn it Princess, I love these," he says, pushing my boobs even more together while burying his face in between them. Sighing in relief.

     I laughed a little and ran my fingers through his hair, "Are those the only things you love about me?"

     I feel him smile against me before lifting his head up and resting his chin in between them, "Ooh no, not even close. Did you know that I love your nose?"

     I give him a weird look, "My nose?"

     He chuckles lightly and nods, "When you get mad, your nose scrunches up and turns a little red. It's another one of the cutest things I've ever seen."

     I laughed and playfully slap his shoulder, "Hey!"

     He smiles and leans in closer to peck my lips, "And your laugh, I don't think I've ever heard a more beautiful sound before."

     "Ok now I know you're full of shit! Cause I know for a fact that I laugh like a hyena at times," I corrected.

     "Yes but the loveliest of all the hyenas," he says with a mischievous smile.

     I gasped loudly, for real shocked this time. Then laughed and slapped his shoulder again, "Hey!"

     He chuckles and started kissing his mark on my neck, forcing me to close my eyes and moan at the feel of his lips on me. My hand found its way up into his hair, getting tangled quick in it as he presses closer to me. His warm strong hands creases and touches my body in all the right spots.

     "God I need you," he whispers, skimming those lips across my skin in the most delicate way.

     A chill of excitement traveled over my body at his words.

     I bite my lip and looked down at him, "Well it's about time," I say, bringing our lips together.

     He pulls back and smirks at me, then lifts me up by my ass and started caring me to our room, "Well I can't keep my Queen waiting now can I?" He said, a dark and hungry look in his eyes. Carrying me to the room in less than a second.