“My mate, the one being in the universe created to be a part of me as I’m a part of you.”
“We aren’t even of the same species, how can I be a part of you?” Cassie shifted, bringing her body in line with her head so that they were practically brushing against one another.
Trik’s hands came up and rested themselves on her hips. She felt his warm breath caress her face. She inhaled deeply, drawing in his smell and finding peace in his presence ; peace and comfort that she had no idea that she had even needed.
“I don’t understand it, Cassie.” Her name on his lips was the most intimate sound that she had ever heard and she found that she longed to hear it again.
“Cassie,” Trik said softly.
“Are you reading my mind?” She asked him, still not moving away from him.
“I can see your thoughts when I touch you, remember?”
“That’s sort of disturbing,” she told him as she opened her eyes and pulled her forehead back from his so that she could look into his eyes.
“I won’t invade your most private thoughts; I could never do that to my Chosen.”
“How do you know? Have you had a Chosen before?” Cassie asked. Even as the words left her mouth she felt an illogical pang of jealousy and hurt at the idea of him being with someone, anyone else.
Trik’s hands tightened on her hips and his eyes narrowed. “We only have one Chosen.”
“Ever?” She asked.
“Ever,” he confirmed.
“What now?”
She watched in fascination as he licked his lips. She felt her face heat up in a blush when she saw a crooked smile lift his lips . He had noticed what she was staring at.
“Want a taste?” He asked her suggestively.
Cassie’s eyes widened. “Are you always this forward?”
“You were the one staring at my lips like they were a succulent feast. Not that I’m complaining.”
Cassie tried to pull away but he refused to let go of her. Their eyes met and Cassie felt like she was falling helplessly into those silver orbs. She held perfectly still as his head dropped closer to hers. She knew what was coming and though a part of her thought she should stop him, she made a conscious choice to ignore that part.
“Cassie,” his lips were less than an inch from hers.
“Yes?”
“How old are you?”
Cassie started to back away, confused by his question. Again, he refused to let her go.
“Eighteen,” she answered.
He grinned, a wicked, wicked grin that sent a shiver through her body.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispered.
Before she could protest, if she had wanted to, his lips where pressed to hers.
Cassie’s body melted into his and she felt the strong muscles of his arms wrap around her in a firm hold. His chest flexed as he pulled her closer. Cassie let out a breathy moan as she felt his tongue brush against her lips and she opened her mouth without hesitation. She felt one of his hands slide up her back and then to her hair.
Trik grabbed her ponytail holder and slid it out of her hair. He felt the soft strands of her blonde hair flow like water over his hand. He raised both hands and ran them through her now loose hair as he deepened the kiss. In his long life nothing had ever felt so right as kissing the woman before him. If he had doubted before that she was his, he had no doubts now. She was definitely his Chosen and he knew, right then and there , as she ran her hands up his back under his long hair and gripped his shirt in her small hands that he would die for her, and, if necessary, he would kill for her.
He pushed her back until she was pressed against the wall and felt her body tremble against his. The desire that ignited in him was all -consuming and he knew that he would need to be careful and not push her too fast. He pulled back from the kiss and looked into her beautifully flushed face. Her lips glistened with moisture from their kiss and he didn’t try to hide the satisfaction in seeing the proof of her desire for him on her lips and in her eyes.
“Whoa,” she whispered softly.
Trik didn’t back away, but continued to press in closely. He smiled and stroked his fingers through her hair until one hand rested on the curve of her neck, his thumb brushing gently against her throat. He watched as she slowly began to bring her breathing under control and the intense need began to fade from her eyes.
“I think that would be an understatement, Arwenamin .” The endearment he used was an elfin term and he saw the question in her eyes.
“Is that your language?” She asked, slightly in awe. “It’s beautiful. What did you say?”
Trik shook his head. “That is for another time.” It took every ounce of his control to step away from her and allow her some space. What he wanted, what his very soul was telling him to do, was to wrap her in his arms and take her to his realm where he could protect her from everything and everyone that could hurt her or take her away from him.
Cassie walked over and sat on her bed, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She tilted her head as she watched the inhumanly handsome man walk around her room, inspecting his surroundings.
“So you’re an elf?” She asked unnecessarily.
“Yes.”
“What kind of elf?”
Trik turned slowly and his eyes met hers. “What do you mean?”
Cassie shivered under is unwavering gaze. “I mean aren’t their different kinds?”
“Who have you been talking to Arwenamin ? Who has been filling your beautiful head with information?” Trik walked closer to the bed as he watched his Chosen closely.
“I know some people who know some people,” she answered vaguely.
Trik let out a low chuckle. “You’re protecting them. I can respect that. However, you might want to pass on that they need to be very careful what they say and who they speak to.”
“Why? Are you going to kill them? Isn’t that what you do?” Though her words were honest, her tone wasn’t accusatory.
“My, my, you have been busy,” Trik circled the bed and came to sit on the opposite side so as not to crowd her and hoping to ease the tension he saw in her shoulders.
“Whatever I tell you Cassie, you need to understand that it changes nothing. You are still my Chosen and I will not give you up,” Trik told her with brutal honesty written on his face.