Chapter 25 - DRESSED TO GO

I was standing there in front of my mirror, trying to get a look at the mark on the back of my shoulder. The mark that EZ said was left on me. No, not mark. Bite, it was a bite. It was a normal bite left by a normal human in the heat of the passion from our drunken one night stand.

Now I was trying really, really hard to remember more about last night. I hoped like hell he was a human and not a different type of being like me. And I was starting to really, really, really hope that I never had to see him again.

Still, even if I never did see him again I wanted to know who, and what, he really was. This was starting to feel really scary to me, and I don't usually get scared. AT ALL.

Who was he? What was going on here? And why did he want to come back so much?

I needed to answer these questions really fast or I was going to be in a lot of trouble.

"Jacy, is it really that bad that he bit you?"

"Yes, EZ, it is."

"Why?" His head was tilted and his eyes were filled with concern for me.

"Because, if he wasn't human, then this bite would likely mean that he marked me."

"Marked you with what?" He wondered.

"Not with what, as what." I corrected his question.

"OK, then marked you as what?"

"As his." I answered it as simply as I could.

"As his what? I don't understand."

"As his mate." I felt the growl coming, it was building up in the back of my throat.

"His mate?" This seemed to shock EZ and actually got the response I was hoping for.

"Yes." I growled the word into the nearly silent room. "He would have marked me as his mate and chosen a future for me without so much as saying a goddamn word about it to me."

"Well, to be fair, you can't remember last night. He could have asked you." EZ was looking at me with a sincere smile and earnest eyes, something he rarely did. "He could have asked you and you could have said yes and so that was why he bit you."

"Like fucking hell!" I yelled. "If he would have said anything about it to me then I would have told him no. I am not that type of person. I will never be someone's mate. I can't be someone's mate because it would mean a life full of constant fighting and literal hell until either me or my family, specifically my cousin, is dead.

The room was silent for a moment as the two of us just stared at the bite mark in the mirror, me looking over my shoulder with my head turned and EZ standing next to me with a tense look on his face. There was concern in EZ's eyes and worry in mine. Our similar expressions actually made me want to laugh.

"We will worry about this tomorrow, EZ, tonight is our night, right?" I smiled at him, wrapping an arm around him and hugging him awkwardly.

"Yeah it is." He grinned. "But do you mind getting your tits off me." He joked to break the tension.

"I am wearing a towel, you know. I could drop it and let you really feel what a boob is really like."

"Aren't you afraid you'll turn me straight and have to bear the responsibility of me being in love with you forever?"

"Oh my god." I laughed so hard at his words that I grabbed his shoulder as I hunched over. "Oh my fucking god, please don't. Never do that to me EZ, I couldn't bear it."

"I know, I'm too much for you." He winked at me and blew me a kiss before he stepped away. "Now, go get dressed before I decide to take you up on that offer." He laughed as he walked away.

I took his advice and decided to get dressed. I set the towel aside and pulled on a pair of black lacy panties. As I put them on I noticed that the marks that K had left on me, the ones that EZ had flipped out over, were already starting to fade.

Yeah they were still there, and they were still visible, but they were lighter than they had been this morning. That was a good benefit to being a shifter. I healed faster than a human. Things like bruises and simple cuts would be healed in a matter of hours. Hickies, especially really dark ones like these, would barely last a day. A broken bone would mend itself in no more than a day, a day and a half at most. A cut or a stab wound would be gone in about twelve hours usually. And even a gunshot wound could be healed in no time at all. Our healing ability actually was really something to marvel at.

One drawback to that healing ability, we shifters ate a lot more compared to other people. We needed to keep our really high metabolisms going strong. But that didn't matter to us because we hardly ever got fat and we almost never got sick. So all in all being a shifter was really cool.

I was absentmindedly getting dressed into a pair of dark jeans, a pair of knee high boots, not stilettos, and a bright red tank top. I brushed my hair back and braided it loosely into a low braid. I did my makeup into something that was suitable for the night as well as my style. Then I topped the look off with my signature black leather jacket. It would serve as my shield for the night, hiding all my marks. Hickies just hickies stop thinking about marks Jacy, they were just hickies and there were no marks at all. Especially no mate marks.

While I was almost hyperventilating from my mini freak out I turned to look at EZ who had been getting ready nearby.

EZ looked like, well EZ. That was the only way to put it. He was wearing a bright purple silk satin shirt that went vividly well with his hair. His pants were a pair of super tight, skinny jeans that were a light gray. The shoes EZ was wearing were a shade of purple that nearly matched his shirt perfectly.

To top off his look, EZ had done his hair in a messy flipped look. It was stylish but said that he was loose and free. Finally he had applied a thin layer of black eyeliner and some purple glitter on his cheekbones. EZ would shine in more than one way tonight.

"Ready to go?" He asked me as he came toward me.. "Come on, I want to go have some fun."