The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 39

~AUTUMN~

Anya looks directly at me, and it almost seems like she knows I’m responsible for it. Who else at this

table could have done it? There weren’t supposed to be any witches amongst us.

“Is that a death glare she’s giving to you?” Clarissa asks in disbelief. She attempted to confront her, but

I held her hand to prevent her from making a scene. Clarissa was not afraid to stand up for herself or

those close to her. I was happy to know she was this fond of me.

We were supposed to be having a peaceful dinner with the family. I didn’t want to cause an uproar for

everyone present, especially not in front of their parents.

“I’ll take you home,” Dante tells her as he puts his arms around her.

“I don’t know what she’s so upset about; she isn’t the one that bought that dress,” Clarissa says dryly.

“It was Damon who’d gotten it for her, and I’m sure he will get another one now that this one got

ruined.”

I can tell that she’s upset that Damon was the one who’d bought it for her. I knew the bracelet in her

hand was gifted to her by Atticus, and it bothered me every time I had to see it on her.

At least I was the one wearing the ring.

“How can someone like her be blessed with three mates all at once?” I ask. “It just doesn’t seem right

to me. She doesn’t even appreciate them.”

Clarissa nods, “she was the same way with Atticus until he married you. Now, suddenly she can’t live

without him. I call bullshit. She’s only trying to mess with you. She was never this crazy over Atticus

until he was off-limits. If you ask me, Anya only wants what she can’t have.”

It was true. Everything she’d just said was absolutely true. I’ve been friends with Anya long enough to

confirm it.

Something about Anya felt off to me; I wasn’t able to spot it before, but there was something that stood

out, and I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

What was she hiding from the rest of us?

We watch as she walks away, clutching her dress, “look at how she pushes Dante away when he’s just

trying to help.” Clarissa points out. “How can he love someone like that? They all deserve better; I’m

happy that at least Atticus could break free from her terrible hold on him, and we all have you to thank

for that, Autumn.”

I smile, happy that at least Clarissa was grateful I had entered Atticus’s life.

“What are you girls whispering about?” Griffin asks. “Share it with the rest of us. I’m looking forward to

a good story.”

Clarissa shows him the finger, and their mother tells them to act mature at the table. I’m sure she was

concerned if anyone would record their behavior and have it posted.

“Can someone explain to me what exactly happened here?” Their father asks. “A bowl of soup doesn’t

just magically lift into the air and splash onto a person. That’s the work of a witch.”

“Someone must have been prying on us,” Griffin suggests. “We’re not alone in the restaurant. Maybe

someone here doesn’t like us or doesn’t like Anya, which is understandable, but that’s the only

explanation I can think of.”

Everyone seemed to accept his explanation for what had happened, but I hadn’t. Anyone would think I

was crazy for believing I was responsible for everything without any proof except that I’d gotten angry

with her, but I knew that it was me. I knew that power had been released from inside of me. I didn’t

know I was capable of this.

After finishing dinner, we all got into separate vehicles to return home.

“I’m surprised you’re not with Anya right now.” Clarissa points out to Damon. “You’re usually rushing to

be with her whenever she is angry about something.”

He sighs, “it’s Dante’s night to be with her. I’m giving them their time alone.”

I knew they were her mates, but it still seemed so weird that brothers had to share one woman. It didn’t

seem right.

Atticus is unusually quiet, and I can tell he has plenty on his mind. Was he thinking about the incident

at dinner? Would he find it strange that all these unexplainable events only occurred whenever I was

around him? I knew that I would be suspicious if I were him.

I breathe a sigh of relief when we’re finally back home.

I was happy to get some time to myself as I all but rushed into the house and straight to our bedroom. It

doesn’t last long, however, as Atticus walks in a few minutes after me and reminds me that this room

also belonged to him.

My heart began to pound loudly as he walked back into the room with his hair slightly wet with nothing

on but short pants. His chest was also damp and glistening. I force myself to look away as he starts to

dry his skin.

I couldn’t let my horny mind control me today. The last time that happened, I used a seduction spell on

him. I still wasn’t sure if I had been responsible for that, but I wasn’t taking any chances.

I couldn’t deny how good he looked. He wasn’t the only one that could dress inappropriately for bed.

Two can play that game.

I walk back into the bathroom even though he’d seen me there just a while ago. My sister had played a

prank on me and packed sexy lingerie for me to sleep with . I never thought I would use them until

tonight.

I dabbed some perfume onto my neck, where his mark on me was.

When I step back into the bedroom, Atticus is already lying on his side of the bed.

His gaze lifts to my exposed legs and slowly travels up my body. His jaw clenches, and I swear I saw

his hand grip the sheet to his side, but I might have imagined it.

I try to be seductive as I climb onto the bed, but with my luck, I may have looked slightly retarded. I

tried not to overthink as I lay on top of the covers. I didn’t want to hide under them; I wanted him to see

everything.

His hands are behind his neck, and I can practically hear his loud breathing next to me. Did that mean

that my plan was already working? He usually breathed like this whenever he was affected by my

actions.

I’m thinking of something to say to break the tension, but I can’t think of anything. The only thing I could

think of was shouting at him, screaming how much I loved him. To think that I’ve loved him for so long

and he never knew. But I know I can’t tell him yet; I need to make him want me; I need to make him

regret ever choosing Anya over me. Only then would I confess. Only then would I tell what’s been in my

heart all this time.

We both turned on our sides simultaneously, and our gazes met. I held my breath, and I noticed the

way his throat moved as he swallowed hard. I hate how attracted I am to him. It doesn’t help that he

doesn’t have a shirt on. I can see each of his perfectly defined muscles, and they’re screaming for me

to reach out and touch them.

Where was my control? I couldn’t let myself be dragged into this again. I had to stop myself from doing

something that I may or may not regret in the near future. I didn’t trust my feelings; they kept

fluctuating.

His gaze drops to my lip before going lower to stare at my tiny lingerie, barely covering my body. My

n*****s hardened as his gaze lingered on my barely covered breasts. His eyes narrow, making me

wonder if he knows how responsive they are to him.

I rub my legs together, and his gaze drops to them; it slowly travels higher until it settles on the one

area that aches for him.

It’s so unfair. Why do I crave his touch so much? Why do I want him even more than before? Which

was crazy considering how much I’ve liked him in the past.

I shook my head and lay down on my back instead of facing him. I wasn’t dragging myself down that

road again, no matter how much my body was screaming for me to let him touch me.

I’d only dressed this way to tease him, to make him crave me; I wasn’t planning on anything else to

happen tonight between us. I was still pissed at him for what he’d done in the past, for the many things

he’s done while trying to protect Anya instead of me.

Just thinking about it drove me up a wall; why did he have to cause so many problems between us?

And for Anya? She didn’t deserve him from the start, and neither did she deserve his brothers. Yet she

was the lucky one to have all three of them, and it had been that way for years. Clarissa was right. I

was the reason that had changed for Atticus, but I wasn’t sure if it was really over between them.

Atticus still cared a great deal for her, and I knew that it would continue to bother me for a long time.

I run a hand down my body, and I hear Atticus’s sharp intake of air. Was that because of me? I dare not

turn to look at him. Instead, I shut my eyes and tried to think about anything but him.

I’m not sure if a few minutes pass or even hours; all I know i that I haven’t been able to sleep with him

lying shirtless next to me. I hadn’t opened my eyes once, but I could still feel his body heat right next to

me. I could even smell him. On me, on him, his scent was everywhere. It filled his room, and I wish he

didn’t smell so heavenly and masculine all in one.

My eyes flash open when his hand suddenly cups my ass. I wouldn’t exactly call it cupping, his hand

was big, and they were resting there. I look at him, but his eyes are closed, and I wonder if, by some

miracle, Atticus has already been asleep. How could he fall asleep so quickly in a situation like this? I

was still struggling; it was unfair that it was so easy for him while it was difficult for me.

It felt good to be able to stare at him now that his eyes were closed. His wet hair had fallen over his

forehead, leaving his forehead glistening.

Ignoring all the warning bells in my head, I reach forward and gently push his hair back, it was as

stubborn as he was. I watch as it falls back down as soon as I move my hand.

I take a deep breath as dark desire washes over me. I could feel the seduction spell on the tip of my

tongue, waiting for me to command it, to scream it at the top of my lungs.

My body felt like it had a mind of its own as I moved his hand from my ass and climbed onto him.

Atticus’s eyes flash open the moment that I do. I can barely recognize them; they’re dark and

dangerous and filled with desire. He wants me. I can feel it now that we’re bonded. I can feel how much

he craves me at this exact moment. He craves me so much that it hurts.

It turns me on knowing how much he wanted me at this exact moment. Did this mean he could also tell

how much I wanted him right now? Does he know how much I was dying to have him touch me?

“What are you doing, Autumn?” He asks in a hoarse whisper. His voice. Why was his voice So sexy?

Why did it make me want him more?

His hand travels up my legs and to my waist. His eyes look hypnotized as he watches me in a way I’ve

never seen another man look at a woman. My body shivers, and I want him to always look at me this

way.

One of his fingers traces my belly button while he watches me. I gasp at the rush of emotions that flow

straight through me.

I run my hands down his exposed chest; I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I’ve dreamt about touching

Atticus like this ever since I understood what it meant to love someone. His body trembles under my

touch, making me never want to stop.

I should stop this. I shouldn’t give in to what I wanted; nothing good ever comes from doing what I

wanted. But even though I knew what the right thing to do was, my body had another mind of its own. It

knew what it wanted, and that was the man beneath me.

Atticus lets me touch him, making me more confident as I bend towards him so that my mouth is so

close to his bare chest that if I leaned forward a little, I could kiss each of his hard rock abs.

I run my nose down the middle of his chest, and I watch as his chest bulges towards me, begging for

more attention. I’m doing everything but kissing and licking, even sucking; I’m preventing myself from

doing all those things even though I’m dying to do it.

I let my nose travel to his neck, and he freezes. I’m tempted to bite down on him as he’d done to me.

I’m almost desperate to do it; my body is screaming for me to let it happen.

“What the f**k?” He growls suddenly.

I held my breath, afraid that I’d just crossed some line. His body is shaking with rage, and I’m not sure

what has caused this sudden change in his mood. What had made him so angry in a split second?

To my surprise, he leans into me and sniffs my neck. I freeze. What was he doing? I gasp when his

hand tightens on my exposed waist as he brings me even closer to him. My body was practically

sprawled on top of him, and his nails dug into me as he searched for something.

“Why did you put perfume over my mark?” He demands. “Are you trying to cancel out the scent?”

Alarm bells rang as I realized what had caused his sudden anger. He was pissed because I’d covered

his scent with another. I didn’t think that would have caused such a reaction. It didn’t matter if it was

another man’s scent on me or an innocent fragrance; he didn’t want anything but him on me.

He lifted me off him and climbed out of bed. I’m unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What

was so wrong with putting perfume over his mark on my neck?

Atticus returns from the bathroom a few minutes later with a wet cloth. I’m not sure what he’s doing

until he tilts my head to the side and starts to wipe the perfume out of my skin.

“Why are you doing that?” I demand as I try to push him away. “I put it there for a reason. It isn’t such a

big deal, Atticus!”

He holds me still and keeps wiping until he’s satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent on

your body other than mine.” He growls. “It’s the only scent I want to smell on you.”

I gape at him; it was the last thing I was expecting him to say to me.

I never thought that wearing perfume would be able to piss him off like this. Now I knew what else

could turn on his anger switch; I could use this to my advantage in the future if I wanted to get this

reaction out of him.

I gasp when he lays me on the bed and covers the mark with his mouth. I can barely breathe when he

begins to suck on the skin. I grabbed onto his hair as he assaulted my neck in the most pleasurable

way possible. I sigh happily as he doesn’t stop; he keeps sucking on the skin, I know what he’s doing,

but I don’t care; I want him to do it.

He pulls away suddenly and stares at his work; a triumphant smile lights up his face, and I almost

drown in it. I’ve never realized how much more beautiful he looked when he smiled. Maybe because

I’ve rarely seen him give a genuine smile like this one, to know that he was this happy because of his

mark on me made my knees feel weak, and I wasn’t even standing, which I was grateful for if I had

been standing when he’d smiled at me like that, I would have ended up in the ground. And that would

have been embarrassing.

Atticus lays back down on the bed after covering my body with the sheets. Suddenly, his mouth is near

my neck as he whispers in a threatening tone, “if you want to make it through the night without my d**k

inside of your tight p***y, I’ll suggest that you don’t try teasing me for the rest of the night.”

Does he even know how dirty my mind was when it came to him? I wanted that to happen; I wanted to

be joined by him in every way possible.

But he was right; tonight wasn’t the night. And so, even though I wanted to provoke him some more, I

decided to do the smarter thing and finally closed my eyes to get some sleep. There were many other

opportunities like this shortly, and I would have plenty of chances to seduce him and take what I

wanted from the start.

. . . . . .

I hadn’t slept the entire night after what almost happened between Atticus and me. I was terrified of

myself and how uncontrollable I was becoming.