Ch.16 Reality

****Important A/N at the end ***

Previously;

The beast studied his mate, head tilted slightly towards her neck, breathing in her tempting scent. The beast had been waiting to be this close to his mate, to finally show her who the hybrid really was. Genevieve began to shake in his hold, his sharp claws nicking her smooth skin. Genevieve began to sob quietly. It felt like hours, as the beast admired his curvy soul mate.

"Shh" He whispered, his warm breath fanning her neck, just above her erratic pulse.

Genevieve squeezed her eyes closed tightly. This wasn't Remy... it couldn't be!

Suddenly Genevieve felt cold lips on her neck, goosebumps rose on her skin, he kissed her neck slowly. His long fangs scraped against the soft skin of her neck. Just as lone tear escaped her eye, the beast bit into her delicate flesh.

Sweet blood ran past his lips, as he began to suck on her neck, fangs pressing deeper into her neck. Genevieve's' hands trembled against his stomach, a moan of pleasure drifting from her slightly parted lips. She tilted her head more, giving the beast access to his craving. What she thought would be painful quickly changed. A warm sensation filled her body. Genevieve's' eyes were no longer open, her lips pressed together, denying him the loud sounds of her pleasure.

Genevieve's' emotions had switched within seconds. The scared and anxious feeling she had, was now replaced with sweet pleasure. Her body was reacting to the beast in ways, that both Remy and Genevieve never would have thought.

"Genevieve..." Her name barely left his mouth before he was lifting her up, her back pressed against the wall and her thick thighs wrapped around his mid section. Genevieve gripped Remy's hair, pulling him even closer. His lips were on her neck, his wet tongue tracing over his bite mark. A slight bruising could be seen, although within hours it would heal.

Everything in Genevieve was spinning, she couldn't think coherently. The man pressed against her was wreaking havoc on her self-control. But at this point and time she didn't want to have self-control, or for her man to have any. She wanted Remy to lay her on their bed and make love to her all through the night.

Remy lifted his head from her neck, glowing blue eyes gazing into her hooded ones. The sexual tension and attraction was undeniable between the two. "Are you scared?" Remy murmured almost absently, his gaze now focused on her lips.

"...Should I be?" Genevieve whispered against his lips, although they were alone so nobody could hear them anyway.

"Never around me." Remy pulled away from the wall with Genevieve still wrapped around his naked upper body.

He lied her down gently on their bed, before getting on himself, his large body hovering over that of his mate. They gazed at each other, both breathing heavy with want for one another. Genevieve traced his facial features with her fingertips. First his strong jaw line, then his parted lips that were unusually cold. Next she traced his high cheekbones, a small pink scar on the left one.

"I'm falling for you, Genevieve." The words left his lips with honesty. The mate bond between them was twice as strong as before.

"Remy..." He didn't need her to physically say words in return. Love shined within her eyes, even if she couldn't admit it just yet.

"Shhh." Remy pressed his lips against hers, hard.

Her hands went to his bare shoulders and she kissed him back, making his heart thump in his chest. Remy stroked his tongue over her bottom lip and then took advantage of the moan that parted her lips and granted him access to the sweet, hot mouth he'd started to love.

Remy reached for the hem of her shirt, Genevieve trembled beneath him her hands covering his. "Stop... please don't." She pleaded, biting on her lower lip, awaiting Remys' reaction.

"Why not?" Remy asked softly, after pecking her lips. Regretfully He hadn't taken notice how self conscious Genevieve was around him or how she started to eat less. But then again how was he supposed to notice these changes when they hadn't been together for long.

"...." Genevieve didn't want to explain to Remy why she felt so damn embarrassed, uncomfortable and shy about her body. Her hands dropped from Remy's body and wrapped around her own midsection. Her eyes began to burn with tears.

You're an obese black bitch, who wants Remy for his power! He deserves better than you! Go back to your family and don't come back! Remy will never love you! You can definitely forget about him wanting to have sex with you, fat-ass. He may 'want' you now but just wait till he sees just how ugly you really are.

Lily's words had been like a kick to the face, a taste of reality. Genevieve knew Lily was right, Remy would never be able to love Genevieve nor would he ever want to be with someone as big as Genevieve.

As Remy continued to wait for some type of explanation, his house phone began to ring loudly. Genevieve smiled weakly, the look Remy was giving her was so comforting. Remy didn't make a move to answer the phone, but instead he intertwined their hands as he straddled Genevieve's thighs.

Remy was determined to find out why Genevieve was so set on Remy not seeing her body. Remy loved her curves; baby you turn me on, I love holding you, feeling your body pressed against mine.

She really didn't have anything to worry about.

The phone went off once and then twice, before finally someone spoke on the answering machine.

"Remy, it's Julian. The girls were in a car accident. They are being brought to West Marie Hospital .... Call me when you get there, I'll meet you out front."

Remy was up in an instant, a worried expression on his face as he pulled on a clean shirt. His rock hard member that was straining against his dark jeans, begging for attention, was now soft. He jogged down the stairs to pull on his shoes, followed by going back up to grab his car keys.

Upstairs he was met with Genevieve, who had also pulled on her shoes, Remys' car keys in her hand. They rushed to his car and drove to the hospital in silence.

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"I'm fine, really. Go check on my baby for me." Caroline was mildly hurt, though she would have to stay overnight for tests. Julian was on his way back to their house to go pack overnight bags for the two most important girls in his life.

Genevieve had been silent the whole night, not wanting to intrude on this family moment. Remy had his right hand on her lower back, as he stood beside her. Genevieve had also made sure to cover up Remys' mark/bite with her hair.

"We'll be back in a few. Julian should also be back soon." Remy said, his deep voice distant as he looked at Caroline.

"Actually, I would like to have a moment with Genevieve." Caroline spoke, a serious look on her pale face.

Remy was unsure of the whole situation, while Genevieve had a slight fear creeping up her spine.

"Remy Francis Monroe, go check on your sister." Caroline demanded with finality, her blue eyes warning him not to defy. Remy nodded once, groaning under his breath.

Remy leaned down, ready to kiss Genevieve on the mouth, but changed his mind and kissed her cheek softly. He left the room with large confident strides, leaving Caroline and Genevieve alone in the sickly white room.

"Take a seat." Caroline mentioned to the cheap wooden chair beside the hospital bed, her eyes flickering over Genevieve's attire.

Remys' mate did as told, sitting at the edge of the chair, hands picking at the cushion of the chair, nervously.

"You're his mate." Caroline was very direct, she never felt the need to sugar-coat.

Genevieve 'thought the older woman already knew about this, but then she remembered how Remy had first introduced her as a close friend.

"Yes..." Genevieve finally confirmed after long seconds.

"Remy needs you in his life more than you know. He likes to pretend he's not lonely or that he's truly happy. But I'm his mother and I know what my children need. He may be cold towards me, but he will always be my baby boy."

Genevieve offered Caroline a small smile, the older woman offered her own toothy smile.

"You two are a beautiful couple and I hope my son is treating you right. When the full moon grows closer, Remy will with drawl, isolate himself but you have to know that it isin't your fault. He has always felt the need to hide his true self, perhaps he'll change a little and loosen up, show you his inner self."

Caroline was a great mother, Remy didn't feel so and deep down Caroline knew that. Maybe life had given her a second chance when she got pregnant with Mary Jane, her special little girl.

"Remy is a fine man. You did a great job raising him even if you were really young." The words had came out of Genevieve's' mouth before she had time to really think about what she said. Although they were in fact true; Caroline was forty two and Remy twenty eight.

"Thank you sweetheart. You should probably go see Remy before he comes back here, thinking I'm keeping you hostage." Caroline laughed at the end, her blue eyes tiered from all the stress.

Genevieve smiled, knowing it was partially true. With a small wave goodbye, she made her way out of the room and down to where Mary Jane was being treated.

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I'm not very good nor expierenced with sexier scenes but I tried. I hope it wasn't too bad. I'll be trying again soon *grins*.

*Tom Hardys' voice is so attractive.*