Vampire Weddin Ch 6- home is where the heart is

Meghan looked around the huge room she had woken up in. It was gorgeous the whole room seem to have only two colors which were crème and gold. The walls were crème colored with gold stripes painted over it going in a vertical direction. The couch, which was to the left of the bed, was crème with golden pillows. The bed set was crème and made of silk and the bed frame was gold. Whether it was real gold she couldn’t tell.

The room also seemed like it could fit her whole house inside of it. Meghan’s eyes scanned the beautifully decorated room in awe. She gasped when she saw a fire place. The person who decorated this room should be a very wealthy human being. If they were human, she thought.

She decided to get up and explore everything.

"What the!?" she exclaimed when she looked down at herself. Gone were her clothes she had on the day before and to replace them was a beautiful gold silk pajama set that felt like butter when she rubbed them. Where were her clothes! After the initial shock of being in a pajama set that must have cost more than her whole wardrobe back at her mom’s house she got angry. Why did someone violate her privacy and remove her clothes without her knowing. For all she knew they could have…..

Hurriedly, Meghan looked inside her pants to see if they at least kept her underwear on. She sighed in relief when she saw that they were. Oh well, she thought after a minute.

Meghan walked around the room and looked around. While she was exploring she saw a chair identical to the couch, a flat screen TV, a DVD player, a shelf full of DVDs that ranged from comedy to horror to romance, a bed side table with a lamp, beautifully made glass fairies all around the room, and three doors. She also saw a book case and as she made her way over to it to see what kind of books were there on of the three doors opened.
When she turned around it was none other than Ryan Villisaci coming through the door wearing nothing but a towel around his lean hips.

For a moment Meghan could only stare. His 6’3 frame almost had to bend in order to get through the door way. His muscles in his arms bunched as he ran another towel through his hair. Meghan could only picture the muscles bunching as he held her in his arms while kissing her. Her heart beat frantically as she thought about it. Was it hot in there or was it just her?

Her eyes traveled lower to his smooth, muscular chest then lower to his abs. They were so perfect you could probably iron something on them. With water crystals cascading down his body Meghan couldn’t help but feel flustered and feeling like if she didn’t kiss him soon then she was going to scream. When she finally brought her eyes back to his face she thought that painters and sculptors would kill to be the first to make a painting or sculpture of it. Anyway, when she brought her eyes back to his face she noticed he was smiling at her. Meghan felt a blush creeping into her cheeks. Of course he saw her looking. He probably read her thoughts, too.

In order to appear nonchalant Meghan turned to the book case and said, "You have an interesting collection of books." She didn’t even know what kind of books he had. She couldn’t think straight enough to read the titles all she could think about was the way his blue eyes held fire every time he looked at her.

"Thanks" she could hear him walking so she glanced over her shoulder to see what he was doing.

Ryan sat down on the bed and just stared at her. He didn’t comment or say anything just stared. It unnerved her the way he stared at her. He stared as if he was claiming her in his head. As if he were marking her as his and would do something irrational if somebody dare try to say otherwise. Then his eyes went so cold that she could’ve sworn the room temperature dropped 10°. His body went stiff and his lips bared his teeth. She could have sworn she heard a growl, too. His eyes were on her but it was like he wasn’t looking at her.

"Ryan?" she called hesitantly. She was starting to get scared and her body started to shake. Then she remembered her promise about being stronger but that went out the door when his growl became louder. She moved to the left to see what would happen but his gaze stayed at the exact same spot.

Meghan’s eyes widened when she saw his veins pop out and his muscles bulge. She swore if the veins became anymore clearer they wouldn’t be on the inside of his skin anymore.

Tentatively Meghan made her way over to the bed to try to get him out of this trance he was in. she was behind him now and even when she got on the bed he didn’t move. She saw his hands clenching the sheets and prayed he wouldn’t swing in reaction because she probably wouldn’t survive the blow.

Slowly she inched her hand to his shoulder and when she touched him he jerked. She jerked back afraid he was going to swing and nearly broke her neck trying to get off the bed when she saw his face and heard him hiss to her in warning. Meghan stared in disbelief and horror when she saw his fangs extended and looking like two long knives waiting to be used.

She was frozen in place. As much as she wanted to run fear kept her rooted to the spot. Fear made her blood run cold and she shivered. His ice cold eyes again looked at her but she didn’t know if he was seeing her. It was impossible to tell.

After what she felt like was hours, which was only a couple seconds, recognition flashed in Ryan’s eyes and his whole body relaxed. Meghan watched in amazement as his fangs retracted and his face return to normal. His body relaxed and the muscles and veins that were bulged out before disappeared into his body. After a few seconds the normal Ryan was staring at her.

All though he was back to normal Meghan was still scared. She couldn’t seem to get her body to quit shaking or her heart rate to return back to normal. She still wasn’t able to move from that spot either.

"Sorry about that," he apologized sheepishly. Although his apology was genuine his voice still held ice which was not helping to make Meghan relax.

He crawled across the bed to reach her but when he stepped towards her eyes widened in terror and she retreated backwards. Ryan sighed and said, "I’m not going to hurt you."
Still she was quiet and her body continued to shake and that expression of shear fright was glued to her face. Ryan felt terrible for frightening his mate. Her pain was his pain and he cursed himself silently for causing her to feel like this.

He reached into her thoughts and didn’t like what he found. She was praying that he wouldn’t kill her and was trying to go back and see what she did to make him angry.

"I wasn’t mad at you, Meghan," he said slowly to make sure that she understood.

"Then who w-were you m-mad at?" Meghan forced her body to relax. Her muscles were tense and it was starting to hurt. She hoped that she never made him mad enough that he did that.

"I just saw something I didn’t like." His statement confused her and when he stepped towards her she stepped back again out of reflex.

"It’s okay," he spoke as if trying to coax an animal out of a dangerous place. "I am not going to hurt you."

He knew she still didn’t believe him because she still stepped back every time he tried to go towards her.

They continued the routine until she was against a door and had no place to go. He saw that she was scared and concluded that he should get dressed and leave her.
Ryan sighed in defeat and held up his hands in a gesture to show peace. He never thought that he would have to do that to his own life mate.

"Okay, okay, okay. Through that door," he pointed to the door he had come out of earlier. "is the bathroom. There are some towels in a closet that you can use to wash up. When you are finished I will have one of our workers bring you some clothes that will be on the bed when you get done. I will get dressed and be gone by the time you get done." When he saw no reaction from her he added slowly, "Okay?"

She nodded stiffly. Ryan backed up slowly even though they were a good 3 ft away from each other. He stepped to the side and waited while she peeled herself from the door and started to make her way to the bathroom. Every few steps she took she looked at him to make sure he stayed where he was.

As she reached the door he called her name softly causing her to freeze. She didn’t look at him though.

"You know I would never hurt you, right?" he asked.
There was a pause before she replied, "If you say so." With that she walked into the bathroom and closed it softly.

He reached into her mind yet again and found her crying and wishing to go home. Her cool façade was a front but inside she desperately wanted to go home. Then he gasped when she cursed herself for being weak. He didn’t want her beating up on herself. Then her thoughts went back to wishing she could go home to be with her mother and Clayton.

"I can’t do that, my love," he whispered before turning back to the door that Meghan was just backed up against and going in the walk in closet to retrieve his work out suit. All this month Meghan would be in training. She would be personally trained by members of his family and members of the clan.

It was going to be along month until their mating. He was still going to train her even after their wedding. There were some people that wanted to do away with the leader of the clan which happened to be his father. Then there was also Myka the leader of the Hollow Clan which happened to be their enemies.

Ryan tensed every time he thought of him. Yeah, Ryan was going to make sure Meghan was protected at all cost.

Now to find Alana to explain why the hell he just saw her with that SOB Jonah She better hope he calmed down before he found them.

As soon as Meghan entered the bathroom she cried. Why the hell did she have to be getting married to a monster? She couldn’t help but shudder every time she pictured the way he looked as if he wouldn’t be satisfied until he killed someone and that she was the

only person in the room didn’t make her feel any better.
The knock on the door made her jump 4 ft away from it. "Meghan?" shit it was Ryan!
She quickly took a deep breath to calm her nerves and answered as coolly as she could.

"What do you want?" Damn her voice sounded shaky to her own ears.

"I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. Are you going to be alright?"

"Yes just leave me alone." She called back.

"Meghan," he called softly. "I don’t want us to be like this forever. When you calm down and get dressed I want to explain what happened. I just wanted you to know that I would never do something to hurt you."

His speech was so soft and sincere that Meghan calmed down a bit and told him softly that she just wanted to take a shower.

"Okay. Baby, none of it was aimed at you. None of it." After he said that she heard him walk away.

Meghan leaned against the door and groaned. Every time she found fault with him he did something to make it go away. Maybe being married to him wasn’t such a bad thing after all….

"No!" she told herself. No matter what he was still the one that caused all this drama in her life. He was the monster. She would marry him but she would be damned if she gave herself to him.

After mentally boosting her confidence Meghan looked around the huge bathroom (that matched the cream and gold design of the bedroom) for the towels. It was huge and it was divided into three rooms. One room held the sink and the closet where she located huge terry cloth towels that swallowed her body. Another room held the toilet. And the last room held the shower and the bath tub. The bathtub had massaging jets that massaged your body while you bathed. It was white marble with a gold faucet. She thought the tub was big enough to fit at least five people at once. The shower had four the shower heads and it too was huge with gold faucets. She could imagine at least four people occupying that space. It seemed everything in this house was extra big.

"Now which one to choose." She looked back and forth between the tub and the shower but at the end she chose the bathtub.

When Meghan was done she felt more relax than ever.

"Maybe there is one good thing about marrying him." She muttered as she wrapped herself into the towel.

When Meghan arrived back into the bedroom she was relieved to see Ryan gone and clothes on the bed. He must have gotten her size from her original clothes.
Next to the grey jogging suit was a note

Meghan
Here are some clothes and there is a brush and hair tie on the bed side table. Pleas have your hair in a ponytail and out of your face. Be prepared to work out. After getting dress go out to the hall and make a left. Go down the stairs and turn right and enter the kitchen. Breakfast will be made at 8:00. I will meet you in the dining room.

Ryan

Meghan sat the note back down on the bed and glanced at the bedside table. She saw the brush and saw that she only had 25 minutes to get dressed and be down for breakfast. As soon as the thought popped into her head her stomach growled.

As quickly as she could Meghan got dressed put on deodorant and everything before going following his directions to the kitchen. She was just putting her hair into a pointy tail when she noticed Ryan standing with the most gorgeous girl she had ever seen. She too was in a sweat suit just like hers but the other girl could make a male nun take a second look.
Then she noticed Ryan talking to her. What was Ryan doing talking to her? She wasn’t jealous or anything just curious, she told herself.

She watched intently as Ryan talked to that other female then he gathered her in his arms and kissed the top of her head. Okay now she was jealous.
Meghan sauntered over to the couple at the same time they broke apart.

"Hey, honey," she drawled before standing on her tippy toes and kissing him soundly on the mouth. When they broke apart she saw the suspicion in his eyes as he looked at her like she was an alien.

"Hey Meghan," he replied hesitantly.

She ran her hands up and down his chest while she made a pouty face. She was working like hell to get that bi- she means girl jealous.

"I’m sorry I was being such a bitch today," she said in a pouty voice that sounded like a little kid who’s forced to apologize for taking the cookie.

He was silent trying to figure why she was doing this. The weirdest thing was when he tried to read her mind it was shielded. Only vampires can shield their mines from other vampires. WTF!

"Am I forgiven, Ry Ry?" she felt him tense when she called him that. Meghan looked up at him and saw the question in his eyes and smiled.

"Pweese?" she said sounding like a little girl.

She poked her lips out and pouted even more. She also felt his reaction below the belt and used that to her advantage by pressing closer and quickly grinding against it. She heard him try to stifle a groan and smiled.

"Am I?" she asked again by grinding against it again.

"Yes," he growled through clenched teeth.

She smiled sweetly and pressed her lips against his once more. This time she wrapped her arms around his neck while teasing his lips with her tongue so that he would open his mouth. He hesitated for a second before he opened his mouth to let her tongue inside. Ryan tried to keep in control but once he got a good taste of her he forgot everything but her juicy lips moving against his.

He moaned in torment before he took over the kiss by wrapping his arms around her waist and bringing her closer. He felt her grind her body against his erection before he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. He brought one hand up to cup the back of her head to bring her even closer.

He didn’t know what he would of done if he didn’t hear the cough to bring him back to the present. When he broke apart from her he saw the fire in her eyes and the passion that made them sparkle. He felt desire for her course through his veins and had to mentally through ice on himself to calm down his raging hormones.

Well hell, he thought while disentangling himself from her.

Meghan still felt a little light headed from the tremendous kiss. She could still feel his mouth sucking on her tongue and lips as if his mouth depended on it. She could still feel the way his-

"Um. Right. Alana this is Meghan." As soon as introduced them Meghan turned a cool look on Alana and told her hi.

Alana was puzzled by the way Meghan was reacting towards her and Meghan saw it in her eyes.

"Meghan this is my younger sister Alana."

Did he just say sister?

Oh boy, this is sick. She’s jealous of her fiancée’s sister. The worst part is she doesn’t even want this guy as her fiancée.

Why does this shit always happen to her?