The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 26

~ATTICUS~

Autumn sways on her feet, and I know that her mother is watching. I didn’t want her to get into unnecessary trouble; she was clearly going through plenty that she wasn’t telling anyone about. Things that were causing her to drink like this. Her parents were not understanding and neither were mine.

“What’s wrong with her?” Her mother asks.

“It’s a tradition that I pick her up and carry her out the yacht,” I say without answering her question. Before her mother can ask any questions, I grab her waist and take her into my arms.

Autumn gasped at first, but then she gently placed her head on my chest and snuggled closer into me.

I swallow; it’s hard to ignore how perfectly she fits against me. No one had ever felt this good against me before, and it was something I’d noticed even before this moment.

I’m still bothered about her words from just a few minutes ago. Why did she blame me for her drinking? This was something I would have to discuss with her when she was sober and not while she was in this condition. I couldn’t believe every word she said when she wasn’t even aware she was saying it.

When we were out of the boat, I noticed something that immediately caught my attention. Griffin was having a conversation with Arthur and Gabriella; they looked worried. And Griffin was not someone that ever looked like that unless something terrible was going on. If something was happening that needed our attention, I had to go to them and help solve the problem.

I step in their direction when my father blocks my way, “where do you think you’re going?” He asks. “The spring is in that direction. We have less than an hour to prepare everything before midnight. There is no time to waste.”

I inwardly groan. I barely made it out alive when Autumn kissed me in front of everyone; how would I survive seeing her completely naked? And this time, we will be alone with no interruptions.

I needed something to stop me from doing anything stupid while in there with her. Maybe if I didn’t look at her during the ritual, it would pass quickly, and I won’t be tempted by her. I had to keep reminding myself that Autumn was intoxicated; she wasn’t aware of the things she was doing. Like that last time, she’d gotten drunk and didn’t remember anything the next day. But did she truly forget everything that had happened? It felt like she was lying to me at that time.

I look down at her and almost trip on my own two feet. She’s staring up at me, and I’ve never seen anyone look at me with so much admiration. It took everything inside of me to look away from her gaze, but I had to keep moving, and I couldn’t risk walking into a tree just because I wanted to keep staring at her.

I’ve noticed Autumn’s beauty multiple times in the past, more than I’ll ever admit, but it’s always been dangerous; I chose to ignore it because she was my mate’s best friend. Avoiding her had always been my mission, and it had worked for years. But now avoiding her was out of the question. And I don’t think I was prepared for it. Nothing in this world has prepared me for Autumn. Absolutely nothing.

It was hard to believe that this woman was now my wife.

Why did she kiss me earlier? I could still taste her, and I wanted to savor it.

‘You’re mine.’

She’d also said those words to me. It was so unlike Autumn. She was turning into someone I wasn’t familiar with. But had I ever truly known her from the start? We barely spoke; even now, we’ve only spoken a few words to each other.

But as it turns out, it didn’t take many words to affect me as long as those words were coming from Autumn’s mouth.

‘You’re mine.’

Those words had undone something inside of me, I wasn’t sure what it was, but I’d wanted her like never before. Even holding her in my arms was risky at this point. I was testing my limit.

“We’re here,” I say to Autumn as I place her on the ground. I was relieved to finally put some distance between us, even though I knew that it wouldn’t be for long. We’re in front of the beach house. The jeep is waiting for us; there are clean clothes and towels in the back seat, as well as two robes for both of us.

Autumn doesn’t bother looking around; her eyes are still locked on me. How long has she been staring at me?

f**k.

Why does she keep doing that? She’s making it so damn hard for me to keep myself under control.

“Why are you just standing there?” My mother demands. “You’re late. We must get Autumn inside the house to prepare her for tonight.”

I can only hope that they don’t realize how intoxicated she still was. Hopefully, they’re too concerned about fixing her up for the ritual to realize something was off. If they figured out that she was drunk, all hell would break loose.

They take her from me, and I’m left alone with plenty on my mind. I had so many things to think about.

A few minutes later, they return with her, and all thoughts flow out of my head. She’s walking towards me, and she has that beautiful smile on her face; she’s seductive without even trying to be.

I swallowed; my heart was pounding as they brought her to me in a robe. She wasn’t even in fancy clothes, yet my blood was boiling with how much she affected me. Her body was covered, but she smelled divine. They’d rubbed her down in oil, and the little of her skin that I could see was glistening under the moonlight.

I swallow hard for the second time. Tonight wasn’t going to be easy. I knew that from the start, ever since I was reminded of the ritual, I knew that I would be tortured tonight. And I was not wrong, the torture had already begun, and it was standing right in front of me. I was struggling to keep a clear mind, and she hadn’t even removed the robe. Knowing that she had nothing underneath it did not help my situation either. It only doubled the pain that I already felt.

I guide Autumn to the jeep and help her into the passenger’s side. I buckle her in, and her hands lightly touch my hair without warning. I freeze. Her scent traps me for the hundredth time.

like her before. Her touch was the softest of

beneath that robe. All I had to do was look down and I could see her exposed chest.

This was not

driver’s seat before my parents could scold us again. It didn’t take long to reach, not with the speed at which I’d

enough so we could hear him but far enough so that he couldn’t see what was

and let the water touch every part of our body while we held hands. That

. . . . . . . . . . . . .

~AUTUMN~

quiet when the jeep stops; it looks like he has plenty on his mind. He jumps out of the vehicle and walks over to my side; he opens the door for me and unbuckles my

wait near the spring for me. Remember, we need to walk in together. That means that you

forever. This wasn’t a ritual that I planned on messing up. I

has done an excellent job of keeping it this clean. Considering how important it was to their family, it was expected that they would protect this part of the island. It was decorated for us, with candles and flowers everywhere. It was one of the most romantic settings I’ve ever had the pleasure of witnessing in person. And that, coupled with the beautiful music,

a robe on now. I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to

asks me. “It’s one minute to midnight. The alarm will

walked up to him and kissed him in the yacht tonight? The drinks were not helping this time. Maybe I

I could do

let the robe fall. Atticus isn’t looking at me, I can tell. Maybe he’s avoiding it. He’s avoiding looking at my

well, and the

springs before, but none has ever made me feel like this. It was filling me with some unknown emotion, and I tightened my grip on Atticus’s hand to help

shallow, considering how terrified I was of water. If it were any deeper, I would climb onto Atticus and beg him to take me out. Thankfully I was saved from embarrassing myself tonight. Not many knew of my great fear of water. It was something I was scared to admit because I

needs to touch everywhere.” He reminds me before we both dipped our heads into the water until

other life that I’m blessed with. She is the only woman

that these words were only part of the ritual, and he didn’t mean it, but it still

this life and any other life that I’m blessed with. He is the only man I want to spend the

Atticus, I meant every word. I wanted to spend

look at me, I stole a glance at him, and I was mesmerized by how smooth his chest was despite it being so toned and muscular. I swallow, wanting to

end of the ritual.” He informs me. “We

he avoiding looking at me so severely? And it also seemed like he was desperate to end this ritual as quickly as possible. He wasn’t even trying to enjoy the beauty

“I

that I’d only want to spend

“The ritual is

looked at me once since I removed my robe.” I point

jaw clenched, “I respect you. By

I snap. “You’re disrespecting

that’s why you’re behaving this way. You don’t know what you truly want. I’m not going to look at your body when you’re drunk and may not even remember anything you did today. Just like

good enough?” I demand. “Am I hideous

draws in a deep breath, “why the hell would you think something

the confidence I needed. I walk over to the edge of the spring; Atticus may think I’m trying to leave like he’d asked me

I don’t want to be shy anymore. I want to show him what could be his if

at me with such raw passion makes me the happiest person on earth. This is what I’ve always wanted. To have

the courage to spread my legs wide and give him direct

utterly dark as

“Do you understand how f*****g dangerous

to

teasing me. You’re inching me closer to insanity. And I’m losing all f*****g control. Do you know

down my body, stopping at my breasts. “They

because you’re f*****g

I?” I whisper, feigning innocence. “I wasn’t aware of

come and stop me himself. So far, Atticus was trying his best to keep some distance between us. That wouldn’t continue

your hands any lower.” He warns, there is venom dripping from his mouth, and he may think it’s scary, but to me, it’s

all hot and bothered because

a seductive whisper. “What if I want to put my hands because I’m all swollen and

as he tries to remain calm. I can tell he’s failing, however. “You don’t know what you

my hand just slipped and landed between my legs. “I didn’t mean for that to

darken a shade, and before I can touch my swollen clit, he’s moving. And he’s

not to do it.” He roars. “You want me to see your f*****g swollen p***y. I’m going

His eyes are growing darker by the second, and I love it. I love

bigger, but I was so wrong. It was growing by the second, and I wasn’t sure how it could fit inside of me, let