All Chapters of Mated to my Bully : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREEZEPHYR'S POV“You are making this sound like I have no restraint over my actions. I made one mistake Theodore. I apologized to her about it. I have to live with it and it damn as hell hurts right here whenever I think about it.” I rubbed my heart for him to see.“I'm not doubting your devotion to change. I'm not saying you will rape her. I'm just saying you need to take precautions. That night all this thing about waiting till the end of the year which you and Taylor planned; it won't come to mind anymore. All you will think of is sex and you will do anything to get it.”Theodore emphasized. I could clearly see that he was eager to make me understand how important it was that I grasped what he was saying.I sighed. I won't bring myself to accept that I have lost control over my own body. “Theo. I know what you are trying to say but I don't buy it. My loins will be kept in check when the time comes. Meanwhile-” I stood up.”There are plenty of preparations to be done

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVETAYLOR'S POV I stared at the two identity dresses hanging off the cloth racks. I sighed. I didn't know which color to pick. Normally Daisy would do this for me but she was too busy planning the entire party and milking the alpha’s Treasury dry.I puffed, turning around. Zephyr was a few walks away, relaxed on an armchair and trying to stay awake. He was still in his suit from yesterday. This is what happens when tradition insists that the alpha would plan the first anniversary.I flip flopped down to him, stopping right in his face. His eyes were closed but he sat so elegantly that if I didn't know better I would have sworn he was awake. I smiled. From here, he looked kind of cute.Slowly, I reached out and pinched his nose. He sneezed, opening his eyes. I beamed. “Did I fall asleep?” He asked, rubbing his eyes. “Mhmm. I had to wake you. Don't worry, I doubt anyone noticed.” I said like it was something to be proud of.“Thank goodness, I guess.” He looked up, at

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVENTAYLOR'S POV “Taylor. Talk me whats going on with…”I smashed my lips against him immediately. He stumbled back a little, his eyes wide open. He held me by the waist as push me away, out lips breaking free.“Taylor, what are doing? Are you in heat?” He asked, still trying to process what was happening. But I wasn't. “Zephyr, I need your help.” I wiggled a little while pulled on the strip hand of my bra. He eyes grew wider. He seemed frozen on the spot he was standing.“I'm so hot. I need to get cold. I need you make to make it stop.” My fingers went around to unclip the hooks that held the bra in place. “Taylor. Waut. No.” He rushed the bed sheets, throwing it on me. He tried to hold me but I fought.“Zephyr stop. You are making it worse. I'm burning.” I yelled. He threw away the sheets immediately and tried to hold my hands inside. I pressed my chest against him, rubbing on him. His was like blocked ice and I was a woman light up in flames. Touching him was get

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINEZEPHYR'S POVThis is the first time in my life I had ever felt so guilty. And the first time, I couldn't drink. Damn it, when it comes to Taylor It's always so different.I got out the kitchen, abandoning the venture to find something tomout in my mouth. I settled for TV instead. Perhaps I could find the right distraction. I turned it on and went looking for popcorn.Taylor had them stocked mnesr the microwave. I pulled out a few and a note fell from the pile.‘Don’t take too much’ was written on it, in her handwriting. I huffed, dropping it into the pile. Damn it. Everything reminds me of her. Of last night. Maybe I should have tried harder. Unlike me, she is absolutely more than eager to be free if this marriage. I heaved. Quite a while ago, I realized that I didn't do much hate it like I thought I did. Maybe this is really my….*Ding dong*The door bell rang. I turned sharply, abandoning the popcorn. Taylor is back. Thank the goddess. I strode to the door and swu

CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE TAYLOR’S POV “What have you got for me?” I pressed my ass on the couch in her parlor, crossing my legs.“A boat load of stuff. Wait for me.” she exited the room.and returned a moment later with a big suitcase. I helped her place it on the glass table at the center of the parlor and she unzipped it. “This is my mother's special works of art. Father once had a mistress that mother could not get ride of, at first. She was his faithed mate but mother was father’s chosen mate. So mother spent days inventing these. She went from keep he away to chasing her off completely.”She graced the objects in the suitcase gently almost like she was caressing it. She seemed rather proud of them.“You need the chaser I believe which means you will have to use some of these.” She pulled out many things. Lingeries, Ropes, sprays, even concoctions. When my eyes inspected all of it, I knew I had to cut her short.“Hold on a sec. All this stuff is for sex.”“Yeah of course it is. You h