Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 110

-Dorothy-

My sudden meltdown seemed to shock Ignatius ent of his anger. He loosened his grip on my arm while

I curled up at his. feet, half-sobbing, half-wailing and struggling to take a breath.

Ignatius flexed his fingers, eyeing the red crescents his nails had left in my skin. Ele blanched, his

expression both disbelieving and horrified.

“F***-“his words failed him and he pressed his lips together, dragging a hand through his hair,

He knelt down beside me, trying to dislodge my arms that I had wrapped tightly around my knees.

“Dorothy, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I’m so sorry.”

I curled myself tighter, gulping in breaths between shaky sols, hadn’t realized just how much I had been

holding in, how strenuous it had been to try and hold myself together. I hiccuped and continued to cry

while Iguatus sat down beside me, casing te onto his lap

“Lalon’t want to fight,” I warbled while he stroked my forehead. Internally, I berated myself for behaving

so childishly. Now

(so was not the time to be bursting into tears. But I couldn’t help myself.

It was all too much. Arguing with my mate, someone who was supposed to be on my side no matter

what, was

the last strave,

“I know” Ignatius murmured. He rocked us both slowly, leaning his head down on mine. “Tin sorry.

You’re right, Elliot is getting the best of me.”

He cradled my face in his hands, and 1 blinked up at him through teary eyes. I was half-crying when I

k*ssed him, clinging tightly to the man that I loved. I traced my fingers along his jawline, over rough

stubble and ridge scars. Igantins k*ssed me bark, his hand closing gently around my throat,

After a moment I pulled away, and leaned my head on his chest, breathing deeply. My heart was racing

the way it always did when he k*ssed me, but my hands were shaking violently,

I closed my eyes and inhaled, taking in his scent and letting it comfort me, and shakily got to my feet.

“I should go. We don’t have time for this,”

The last thing I wanted to do was leave the comfort of my mate embrace, but I was ashamed at my

sudden moment of weakness, and frustrated with both myself and Ignatius.

Ignatius didn’t respond, but he reached for me as I stepped away before catching himself and

withdrawing his hand. “Dorothy, I don’t want to end things like this,”

“Then what do you want Ignatius?”

I hadn’t meant to sound so defensive, standing before him with my arms folded tightly over my chest.

But Ignatius didn’t take the bait, he had no fight left in him. Instead, he dropped his head to my

stomach, wrapping his arms around me from where he knelt on the floor.

My mate, who didn’t kneel for anyb*dy. Ignatius pressed the side of his face to my abdomen, and I

struggled to hold back

my tears.

I stood stuff for a moment, before slowly running my fingers through his hair. “You don’t need to push

me away to protect me, Ignatius. You don’t have to be alone in this.”

He looked up to respond, but I swallowed his objections, holding his Lace and pressing any lips to his

with enough force to send the both of us tumbling backwards. I straddled him then and there. Only this

time I wasn’t spurred on by the burning drive of alcohol.

I k*ssed him like I might never get to k*ss him again. I k*ssed him like this might be the end. And with

our enemies closing in

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on all sides, it could have been. There was no way of knowing if an insignificant day might be the last

day we had together. How was I to know? What if this was all we got?

I slowed my pace then, and Ignatius responded in kind, k*ssing me gently while I wrapped my arms

around his neck, lips molding against mine.

“This is how it’s supposed to be.” I couldn’t help the sob that shook my b*dy. My emotions were

catapulted from angry, to distraught to sudden arousal. It was too quick for me to keep up with.

“This right here.” I pressed my hand to his chest, my lips inches from his while he wiped tears from my

eyes “This is what I wanted, to be together. We’re supposed to face this together,”

Ignatius stilled and he gripped me tighter. His voice was laced with anguish when he spoke. “I’m sorry.

I’m sorry it hasn’t been like this.

His thumb grazed my cheekbone, catching tears that fell freely there. When he k*ssed me again it was

slow and full of intent, like he was determined now to give me what I had so long been denied. He

hugged my shirt off over my head, fingers tracing up my spine, making me shiver.

He was so cold and distant most of the time, but when we were pressed together, when we clashed

after an argument and tensions were high, the heat that radiated off of him was hot enough to bum.

He laced his fingers into my hair, arching my back and pressing his lips to the base of my throat. He

trailed his lips down my sternum, until my head dropped backward and 1 gasped. 1 slid my hands

under his button up, running my palins over bare skin. He was thinner than before, and every muscular

curve was apparent under my touch. Stress had done a number on both of us, and I was keenly aware

of my own protruding collar bone when he brushed his lips over it.

His gentle touch kindled something inside of me, setting me alight. I moaned softly when he ground his

hips against me, and all the while he watched me unwaveringly, fully focused on me for the first time in

a while. He seemed determined to commit my every movement to memory, and he knew exactly where

to touch to render me desperate with need.

Ignatius’s hands swept lower, tugging at the seam of my jeans. But I pulled back, breaking the k*ss and

closing my hand over his fingers. “Not here, 1 pleaded.

The study was suffocating, and I wanted to see my mate under the moonlight. “Out there”””

The sun had set no too long ago, and Ignatius followed my gaze out of the open window, at the forest

bathed in silvery light and the stars that blinked in the clear, inky black sky.

A ghost of a smile played on his lips and Ignatius cupped my face in his palm. “Alright. Out there. Let’s

go.”