I don’t know how long I laid there in silence just watching her before she turned and threw her arm across my chest. I went stiff as a board not daring to even breathe until it was obvious that she was still fast asleep.
I relaxed and enjoyed the feel of her arm around me and her body pressed into my side. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. I didn’t take into account what being this close to her would do to me even without interference from the hag.
The truth is that from the first time I took my first lover until now no one has ever made me lose control. It’s just not something I ever had to worry about. But her scent was driving me crazy and my cock was hurting, begging for relief.
Once again I found myself reaching for her as my eyes fixated on her plump tits that seemed to need my mouth. Fuck! For fuck sake Lucien, where’s your control? If you’re like this now how do you expect things to be in four days? Look at her, do you want to hurt her? Of course not! I asked and answered my own questions as I put things in perspective.
Ever since that first day in the woods I’ve kept the story of what happened between her ancestor and mine in my head, but there was nothing that said there had to be a repeat of those events. For one my uncle hadn’t found his mate until the last day when the lust fever held him in its grip.
I’ve been given the chance to see her, get close to her, and even touch her. I have to work fast sure, but I have more than enough time to bring her around. Am I not here now? Haven’t I been close to her for a whole morning without incident? And what did I do when it became too much? When I realized that she was ready to breed?
The reminders went a long way to easing some of my angst and reassured me that I was more than ready to deal. I tapped back into her dreams again and this time we were running through a meadow of grass and flowers. I snorted and she shifted on my chest before settling down again. How can she be such an innocent in her sleep when she’s anything but once awake?
At least her infantile dreams took my mind off my lust and I was able to relax. I joined her in her dream and experienced the feel of her hand in mine, heard her tinkling laughter and saw the sunlight in her eyes. There was no intense feeling of need, just a nice sweet romantic blush, since it was her dream.
In her dream she was not afraid of me, of my touch. She was bold and spoke with ease, more like chattered and was full of sass. “Are you ready to be my wife?” I tugged her back as she tried to playfully escape my hold.
“Who says? I don’t know if I can spend the rest of my life with someone who lives off of the taste of blood.” She pretended to gag as she stifled her disrespectful laughter. I had an unfair advantage, she didn’t realize that I’d infiltrated her dream that this was real, but I did.
“I don’t drink blood. Though I like to shed it. Why do humans believe that shit? How conceitedly arrogant! I’m immortal but I need their mortal blood to survive. What bullshit. Now your fairy ass…” She squealed and ran away from me. I chased her and she howled with laughter before tripping over her own feet.
I dropped down on the grass beside her just taking her in. Did she know that I would drink from her as part of the bonding process? That it was the most dangerous part of our mating? But it couldn’t be avoided it’s the only way to seal us together for life. Once I take from her and share my essence with her as my mate, she’d be known by all as mine, and no one would dare cross her. In other words she’d be afforded the same courtesies as I from that day on.
I brushed the hair back from her face and she smiled up at me before getting to her feet. I followed her up and took her arm, pulling her back into me. And when I drew her in closer she didn’t pull away, didn’t shy away in fear. I ran my nose along the soft skin of her neck and my incisors grew. I scraped them along her throat until I found her pulse.
Her breasts pressed into my chest as my arms tightened around her just at the moment I sunk my teeth into her. I felt her body tighten before she went supple in my arms and I had to hold her up. She’d fainted.