Thierry's POV

"So good," Matt moaned as he slowly rolled over to my right before sneaking in one last kiss. "I told you that tonight was what you needed to keep your mind from worrying about Kylie and Crystal."

"That you did," I breathed as I rubbed my neck that boasted of more of his love bites, my body humming with sensual pleasure from being seduced in Matt's bed.

In case you were wondering, folks, this night of sensual seduction was coming from a day of running errands, dealing with spiteful she-devils, and the unexpected arrival of two of my best friends that are currently taking residence in a nearby vampire coven that was minutes from the school. As for Landon, he was currently being tied up with his newfound male mate (a Beta vampire warrior from another coven that's an hour's drive away) and he was soon to be fully mated like I was.

Anyway, I had come home from doing some studying when I was greeted by a stark-naked Matt who had a bowl of strawberries on hand alongside a bottle of chocolate syrup and...well, you get the gist by now.

Matt said that this night was what I needed to take my mind off things since his inner wolf Sirion suspected that I was getting caught up with all of the drama. And damn it to hell if he wasn't right about me needing a distraction.

I took a deep breath to steady my fast-beating heart while Matt began to massage my back. This day...was chaotic and very unexpected.

"Don't," Matt said sternly, turning my head to face into his eyes.

"What?" I asked, confused about what he was saying.

He sighed. "I know that your mind is on overdrive with too many thoughts about the events so far, Thierry. And I can tell that everything you've been dealing with has been fast-paced for your liking. But you can't let yourself dwell on the past, especially when it comes to your family and all those people back in Austin that treated you like trash."

"I'm not trying to think about either of that, though I do admit that they've been on my mind for quite a while," I admitted, sitting up in the bed. "I mean, I've known them to be callous, uncaring, petty, emotionally volatile, and mentally mercurial when it comes to them and me. You got to understand that my family, other than Grandmother Dru, have always hated me since the day that I was born and mainly saw me either as a live-in maid, punching bag, whipping boy, or all of the above. And at school, it was pure murder. None of those teachers paid much attention to me except to use me as a yelling post while kids liked to give me nightmares. But as I said, I never took my complaints to anyone so I wouldn't be tortured worse and I managed to keep my head down and my mouth closed."

"But that's their loss when it comes to your life back home," Matt reminded me. "I'm talking about us, babe. I'm talking about how you perceive yourself as someone who's unworthy to be loved and has been told all through life that you needed to be put out of your misery. That's what those two female wolves have been coercing you to believe when it comes to you and me. They want me to be their husband and make them Lunas of my pack when both of them are hated by the entire pack AND the school. You, on the other hand, are what everyone seems to like about you- disciplined, level-headed, value-centered, modest, and goal-oriented. That's what I liked about you the moment I laid eyes on you when we first met.

"I want you to remember that no matter what your parents, sisters, uncle, or cousin think about you or what those two she-devils try to do; you are loved and treasured. You have everything that I could find in a true soulmate and a future Luna for this pack," Matt continued as he snuck in kisses to my lips. "Never let your light be diminished by the darkness that you were surrounded by for so long. I mean, you had to put others first while neglecting to take care of yourself. It's now time to take care of you, babe. It's now time for someone to take care of you for a change."

His tone brooked no argument as he said those words while his eyes glowed red with power. I never met anyone who believed in what I could be capable of becoming greater than what I was expected to be. For most of my life, I was told that I'd be lucky to survive to see eighteen or twenty-one if no one bothered to kill me off or if Uncle Cameron didn't ship me to the military and I'd come home in a body bag or broken beyond repair.

"Thank you," I replied, letting him kiss me briefly yet with passion. "I needed to hear that. It's just that I'm afraid."

"Of what?" Matt asked me.

I took a deep breath. "I'm afraid to wake up and find that what we shared between us is only a dream and we'd become nothing more than roommates. I'm afraid that my now-accepting family will return to being homophobic and bitter, wanting me to find a nice girlfriend or wanting me to die. I'm afraid that those two girls will actually succeed in killing me off before I could even begin to live life on my terms. I'm afraid of it all and so much more. But most of all, I'm afraid of finally giving you my heart, and yet you end up shattering it into pieces by either leaving me in the cold or being murdered."

Matt looked stunned at my confession. "I-I didn't know that you felt that way," he replied. "Oh, Thierry. I'm so sorry that you dealt with those feelings since we-"

I cut him off. "I know," I replied. "It's not because of you, Matthieux. It's because of the ghosts of my past that haunted my mind for so long. I've taught myself to leave them in the cemeteries of my mind and move on with life with a smile on my face. But with everything going on right now, I'm suddenly dealing with all of this alongside finishing senior year. But never let it be said that I'm not willing to give us a try, Rosseaux-Yanez. I know that this mate-bond can't be broken and it's strictly taboo to go against the Moon Goddess. I want things to work between us. I usually listen to this song by this artist named P!nk called 'Try,' and the chorus sticks out to me the most. 'When there is desire, there is going to be a flame. When there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned. But just because it burns doesn't mean you're going to die. You gotta get up and try, try, try.' And I don't want to be the one person just getting by with life, you know? I want to try with you and see where things lead between us. And if we end up crashing and burning down to the ground, at least I can say that we took a chance and went out in our own way."

I paused, willing myself not to cry. "God, I feel so emotional confessing all of this to you, but it's the truth," I admitted as Matt held me in his arms. "I feel like-"

"Like you want to finally come out of your shell, but the past is still weighing you down," Matt finished for me. "Don't worry, baby boy. I vow to help you get through it all."

And I believed him. It was time to move forward and begin to chase after the shining sunrise. "So what do we do now?" I asked.

"Tonight, you and I will spend another hour or more making sweet love. Tomorrow, I want you to write all of your confessions down in your personal blog and share it with your family back in your hometown," Matt answered as he climbed on top of me once more. "Let them know where you stand. And I want you to talk to someone about all of this. We can get through this together. All I ask is that you let me in your heart day by day."

"I will," I told him, feeling his now-erect cock between my legs. "I need to finally embrace the new person that you and everyone see in me. I'm just-"

Matt placed a finger on my lips. "No more doubts," he demanded softly. "Tonight is when I continue to show you how worthy you are. Let me take you to new heights, Thierry Lemieux."

And damn it to hell if he didn't do all of that and so much more! Folks, I was a lucky bastard.

Wow. Thierry has said a lot, don't you think? And he could use some love right now, drop him a few hearts.

We'll see a fresh blog post in the next chapter as the family back in Texas checks it out and vows to make things right.

Song: "Try" by P!NK.

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