My Mate II

"You're serious?" I blurted out. 

I couldn't believe my ears at the invitation. In fact, I haven't digested Damon's earlier confessions before he dropped such a huge bomb on me. Damon claimed he regretted his actions. He wanted to make it up to me.

He wanted me to mark him in return. 

"I would not ask if I wasn't," Damon retorted wryly. "Why do you seem so shocked?"

"If you're asking me to mark you just because you feel guilty for treating me badly, you shouldn't," I said, moving back so that his fingers no longer lingered on my skin. Every area he touched felt as though it was on fire. 

I hated it. 

I hated how much effect this fated bond between us had on me. It felt as though I couldn't make the choices for myself, or that I wasn't a person with my own thinking. Most of all, I hated how I was basically betraying Blaise's trust.