37 Bound to You R18 (2/2)

”You don't love me,” he said flatly.

He was serious. Ash sat up and leveled her face with his.

She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. ”It's not like I can't love you . . . I'm just not sure I feel that way about you right now.”

”Then why are you sleeping with me? Because you feel like you owe it to me?”

Ash didn't answer. He wasn't wrong. She did feel like she owed him something after all that he'd done for her. He'd been so good to her and given her so much.

When he said he loved her, she thought he would like it if she slept with him. It wasn't like she didn't want to do it. He said he loved her and she liked him back. It seemed like a win-win situation.

”Ash, this isn't fair,” Hunter said. ”I don't want you to give yourself to me just because you're sad.”

Ash looked at him. She felt guilty at the accusation, yet a part of her brain asked: why not though?

As if to answer her question, Hunter said, ”I don't want to be a pity f*ck.”

Ash was shocked.

”Why would this be a pity f*ck? You have everything and I have nothing. How am I pitying you?” she blurted.

”There, you said it! I have everything and you have nothing. You're giving yourself to me because you think that's all you have to give. I don't want that!”

”You . . . don't want me?”

”That's not what I meant!” Hunter groaned in frustration.

He held her body tightly against his, pressing his hard length against her thigh. It throbbed painfully from wanting to be inside of her and he wanted her to know it. He wanted her so badly.

”I want you. I want you so damn much. This isn't about me having everything and you having nothing. You ARE everything.”

He let her go and sat back an arm's length from her.

Hunter sighed. He traced along Ash's face with his fingertips. He loved her, he was sure of it. He wanted her, without question. But beyond that, he wanted her to love him back. He wanted her to choose him fully, just as he had chosen her.

”I'm bound to you, Ash. Wolves mate for life and I already know in my heart that you are the one for me. I don't want you tied to me out of guilt or shame or whatever. I want you to choose me, just as I chose you,” he said to her with all the conviction that he felt inside him.

”You're not a Pokemon, Hunter. I can't just choose you.”

Hunter snorted at the joke. Even as he was seriously professing undying devotion to her, she still found a way to make light of it. Typical. And yet it was one of the things he liked about her. His heart ached for her. If only she could feel the same way about him.

He kissed her lightly on the forehead. Then he got up from the bed.

”Where are you going?” Ash asked.

”I'm going to take a shower,” he said and headed for the bathroom.

Much like Hunter did before, Ash lay in bed, listening to the sound of shower water coming from the bathroom.

[He must hate me now. I'm so stupid,] she thought. [He really cares about me. I'm so ashamed.]

She flipped over onto her stomach and buried her face into the pillow, exactly like Hunter had done earlier.

It seemed that the more time the two spent together, the more they began to mirror each other.