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.

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

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

body. My n*****s hardened as his gaze lingered on my barely covered breasts. His eyes narrow, making me wonder if he knows

it slowly travels higher

Why do I want him even more than before? Which was crazy

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 make him crave me; I wasn’t planning on anything else to happen tonight between us. I was still pissed

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

that because of me? I dare not turn to

to me. I hadn’t opened my eyes once, but I could still feel his body

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,

his eyes were

gently push his hair back, it was as stubborn as he

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

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

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

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

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

watches me. I gasp at

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

But even though I knew what the right thing

close to his bare chest that if I leaned forward a little, I could

I’m doing everything but kissing and licking, even sucking; I’m preventing myself from doing all those things even though I’m dying

he’d done to me. I’m almost

the f**k?”

that I’d just crossed some line. His body is shaking with rage, and I’m not sure what has caused this

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

perfume over my mark?” He

I didn’t think that would have caused such

I’m unable to move for a few seconds, still in shock. What was so wrong with putting perfume over

a wet cloth. I’m not sure what he’s doing until he tilts my head to the side and starts to wipe the

to push him away. “I

and keeps wiping until he’s satisfied with the result, “never put any other scent on your body other than mine.” He

was the last thing I was

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

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

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

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

mind was when it came to him? I wanted that to happen; I wanted to be joined by him in

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

. .

almost happened between Atticus and me. I was terrified of myself

my body wanted to take whatever it craved. That was not okay; it was scary. It knew that it wished for Atticus, and because of that, it wanted him through

the start that something was off about me? They’ve never told me anything, and I’ve never been able to do things

okay?” Clarissa asks me. We’re in the jeep, and Atticus is

it was easy to tell since I

to get any sleep last

at me through the mirror, and I blush

don’t need to know about your s*x life with Atticus,” Clarissa says as she covers

gape at her.

eyes widen, “you’re mistaken. I just wasn’t able to

ends there as Atticus pulls up to the academy. We exit and Damon pulls up right next to us with Anya in the vehicle.

smell trouble,”

agreeing

beautiful women, this morning,” Anya says, and I almost choked

hear her

comeback for something Anya has

hooks her arm through Damon’s, and they both begin to walk in front

second that Anya had magically become nice overnight. Just yesterday, she had plenty to say to me in

Atticus to trust her again? I hope he was

to class,” Clarissa says. “I’ll

her to care for Clarissa, but she tries to hide it. She was too late, however; I’d already seen the look on

find ways to use them on the people around me. Yesterday, I hadn’t even used a spell on Anya; I was just angry when

uneasy as they spoke about the spells, but it made me wonder what else she was hiding. She was a werewolf

nice to everyone for a change. It was

only a matter of time before she showed her proper form. She couldn’t keep this up for a long

Anya; I knew she only did

in the jeep, getting ready to back out of the parking lot when I noticed something strange. Tyler was looking straight at us, and it looked like he was telling something to

couldn’t be good. It was possible that I was reading

“did something happen yesterday with