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.

No one has ever touched me like her before. Her touch was

look down and I could see her exposed chest. And if I let my hands move the silky material just

This was

had somewhere to be. I rushed to the driver’s seat before my parents could scold us again. It didn’t take long to

playing the violin a little distance from the spring; he was positioned close enough so we could hear him but far enough

in there with Autumn at midnight and let the water touch every part of our body while we held hands. That was all I would be allowing tonight.

. . . . . . . . .

~AUTUMN~

jumps out of the vehicle and walks over to my side; he opens the door for me and unbuckles my seatbelt before helping me to the ground. He then opens the

near the spring for me. Remember, we need to walk in together. That

our marriage to last forever. This wasn’t a ritual that I planned on messing up. I was terrified of him seeing me naked for the first time, but that didn’t mean I was about

to the spring when he leaves me alone. It’s beautiful and crystal clear; his family 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

to me, and he also has a robe on now. I wasn’t sure if I was

you ready?” He asks me. “It’s one minute to midnight. The alarm

walked up to him and kissed him in the yacht tonight? The drinks were

I could do

Atticus isn’t looking at me, I can tell. Maybe he’s avoiding it. He’s avoiding looking

well, and the alarm starts

hand in his without warning, and we both begin to walk. The water touches my feet, and its warmth spreads throughout my body. I’ve taken baths in 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

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 knew how people have

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

and any other life that I’m blessed with. She is the only woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He murmurs while looking up at the moon.

only part of the ritual, and he didn’t mean it, but it still brought a

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

Atticus, I meant every word. I wanted to spend the rest of my life

still refusing to 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,

the ritual.” He

leave. He wasn’t even looking at me. Was I not desirable to him? Why else was he avoiding looking at me so severely? And it also seemed like

tell him. “I

think that I’d only want to spend five minutes in here

asks. “The

haven’t looked at me once since

jaw clenched, “I respect you. By

wife.” I snap. “You’re disrespecting

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

enough?” I demand. “Am

would you think something so

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

a full view of my naked body. I don’t want to be shy anymore. I

He’s hungry, but not for Anya or anyone else; he’s hungry for me. Happiness explodes in my chest. Seeing Atticus look at me with such raw passion makes me the happiest person on earth. This is what I’ve always wanted. To have his full attention and for

me feel even more confident. It gives me the courage to spread my legs wide and

utterly dark as his

you understand how f*****g

not to

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

run my hands down my body, stopping at my breasts. “They hurt.” I cry out. “I don’t know why but they hurt

f*****g pinching them.” He

whisper, feigning innocence. “I wasn’t

me to stop. If he wanted me to stop, he had to come and stop me himself. So far, Atticus was trying his best to keep some distance between us. That wouldn’t continue if I had anything to

dare put your hands any lower.” He warns, there is venom dripping from his mouth, and he may think it’s

he’s all hot and bothered because I’m spreading my

whisper. “What if I want to put my hands because I’m all swollen and needy down there? You’re not doing it for me. Someone has to ease the ache

don’t know what

and landed between my legs. “I didn’t

shade, and before I can touch my swollen clit, he’s moving. And he’s moving towards me. My eyes are wide when he finally

do it.” He roars. “You want me to see your f*****g swollen p***y. I’m going to f*****g see it

my thighs and spread them wider than I thought possible. Atticus is anything but shy as he openly stares between my legs. His eyes are growing darker by the second, and I love it. I love what I’m doing to his

the second, and I wasn’t sure how it could fit inside of me, let alone