You have got to be kidding me! I wanted to scream. It was a hilarious situation. He was some stranger, perfect or not, he was, and he was comforting me while I was breaking down. Well, it was pretty weird, I wasn't a crier but now my tears just couldn't stop. I had reached a point where I had no idea what I was crying about anymore, and why I had started at first place. Funny that.
"Your reaction is expected, you were just told bad news and I don't mind." At the sound of that I laughed, it came out strange, but it was still a chuckle like every other.
"Well, I think you are totally out of your mind, you don't even know me and here I am crying on your shoulder."
"Yes and I don't know you, but here I am, comforting you while you cry, curled on my lap"
"I'm not on your …!" I started to exclaim, but then I realized that I was indeed curled in his lap while he soothed me, whispering foreign words in my ear. Well, my only excuse could be that it was far more comfortable that way, but even my mother wouldn't by that.
Then I kind of came to my senses and realized that It was a nice position only for me, because there was no way in hell that the hard budge in his pants was anywhere near comfortable. Could I say "Oppss" to that or just smirk knowingly and stay silent?
I was a natural sadist, and an even more natural men-hater. He could suffer all he wanted. Isn't that a bit harsh, csitri ? Busted, I was totally busted and of all things, I blushed. I wrinkled my nose, disgusted by my own reaction, I was a girl alright but I despised all the girlish crap that was supposed to come with my sex. I didn't blush! And that was the end of it. You've seen nothing yet! Yeah, that was the smartest thing I could think of, noting the fact that his sheer presence, his warmth or even just the male his hard body represented was enough for my thoughts to falter and redirect themselves to other more wicked things, so I was doing fine, once you think about it.
Okay, I was screwed (Yes, I lived in the modern world enough to use such words) really I was, there was no question about that. I was in some cave, underground, with a hot horny male and wallowing in my own misery. If he was any smarter he might have taken advantage of the situation and by that time we would have been doing hot steamy sex, but I could bet my life that his honor was keeping him from acting on his obvious urges. You know, it was such a shame, I just couldn't stop myself from thinking what would he be able to do with that ripped body and that huge erection of his.
Okay, a small voice in my head was asking 'Who is horny now?' but I just ignored it. What does horny mean exactly? The question rang in my voice, curious and slightly wicked. I bit my lip and realized that he had been in my mind hearing my every thought and I had that ridiculous urge to blush again. I did dismiss it, but my wicked thoughts were supposed to stay only mine, it was for the sake of everybody on this planet, my mind was too sick to be heard from anybody but me.
"Do you really want to know?" I had to ask, the question 'Why the fuck don't you know the meaning?' was more like what I wanted to ask but I resisted. God only knew how old he was and from what I have heard from my mother, most Carpathians were even less modern then that guy. I was being lucky, so I decided not to push it.
"I'm curious of what you have been accusing me of." I actually believed him, it was simple as that. But how do you explain the word 'horny' to a very horny man. I shifted in his lap, intentionally brushing that throbbing erection of his and looking at him pointedly.
"That is horny, a guy that just needs to get laid." Maybe I shouldn't have added the last, but it was the truth, he was turned on because I was a female, it didn't really matter how I looked or …
"Never think that, never!
His fingers lifted my chin, forcing me to look in those green orbs that were currently in a shade of blue. I had no idea eyes could change like that, so fast, so much, I could lose myself in the pool those eyes were creating, every rational thought literally sipped out of my mind, just like that, with just a look. He had said something about never thinking of … I couldn't remember. All of sudden he smiled and the action brought dimples in his cheeks, not one or two, but a few, making his smile look bright and wide, even if it held that hint of dirty thoughts.
I licked my lips and I saw his attention shift on my mouth, that blue in his eyes was quickly replaced by a clear emerald green, eyes that shone in the darkness, eyes that fit that red hair of his perfectly. He gave me time as he leaned closer, time that I willingly used to kiss him first, to get as close to him as I could. And then we were kissing and the earth was shifting under us, a grate earthquake that shook me to my core.
Colors exploded behind my lids and he was kissing me harder, his tongue dancing with mine, a fight of dominance, one that nobody could actually win. And I was straddling him, still in his lap and there were only clothes separating us. Flames were licking at my skin; his hands were everywhere, leaving a trail of fire on their wake, making me crazy. I was burning and it felt like all the water in the world would never be enough to cool me, to relive that ache that was forming low in my body.
His hands finally found a place, cupping my hips, making things in me curl and twist, wanting so much more. It felt like we were in an unbelievable need of getting laid and honestly if he could make me feel like that with just a kiss, I was looking forward to the rest, but no, he had to pull back. I sighed.
"We are not doing this. Not when you think that you are just another .." I cut him off. He was far too handsome to be waiting like a monk for the right girl, so I was pretty sure I was just another one, but hey, I was willing to help him relieve that ache of his, as long as he helped me out with mine.
"I don't care, I don't mind."
"No, did you ever ask yourself what your mother meant by a lifemate? Do you know what it means?"
"Unfortunately, I do."
"Do you know to what extent it goes, how far it reaches, do you realize?
"I do." I said nodding.
"And you still think that you are just another one, another score? Do you doubt men so much?"
"I know what a lifemate is! I just know that I'm not yours. I bring back colors to most Carpathian, for a while, and to some extent, you just have it worse." I said shrugging. If you are wondering, I did believe that. I believed that my mother had been the same and she never had her real lifemate, that she was just wrong and that the claiming words had never worked, if she had managed to kill him (as she claimed), survive and escape with me.
"You really believe that, don't you?" He forced me to look at him again, trapping me with those magical eyes and it was like the green was moving, constantly, never stopping, never resting, in those irises, swirling and twisting, moving between the green and the blue, never quite managing to decide which one should take over, like two emotions fighting.
I swallowed hard.
"Yes. It's true."
"Tell me then, have you ever felt like this before, with another man?" I felt what it cost him to ask, a grate beast rising in him at the sheer idea.
"No, but doesn't that, I don't know, come with age? You are way older than those I have been with." Despite the jealousy ridding him hard he gave me a look that asked 'Where is the bloody logic in that?' I frowned, where was the logic in that indeed. "Isn't it like sleeping with a virgin and with some really experienced chick that does miracles under the sheets?" Now, that was my logic, it made perfect sense, and I knew that he was able to go inside my mind and body and help me feel all the pleasure I had been feeling. I could do it, why wouldn't he be able as well? He was silent for a while, deciding on what to do next and then he was speaking and it felt like the worrld turned upside down.
"I claim you as my lifemate." His voice was sensual, mesmerizing, powerful, a magic itself "I belong to you. I offer my life for you. I give to you my protection, my allegiance, my heart, my soul and my body. I take into my keeping the same that is yours. Your life, happiness and welfare will be cherished and placed above my own for all time. You are bound to me and always in my care" He took a deep breath and then words of foreign language rang in my head, and it was the same voice he used, only if felt more intimate. I could avtually feel the way our souls connected, the way bond, links and ties were created just to bring us together, to make us one.