“I’m okay,” but I can still feel the fairies poison inside me.
“Please don’t make me force you Gemma.” He says in a both threatening and caring way, if there is such a thing. Reopening the wound I lean down eyeing him the whole time as his blood floods my senses.
Memories flood me, but these memories are not my own.
I watch him as a young boy from an ancient village running towards his mother. He cannot be more than five years old and even at this age I can tell it is Beau. “Mama, mama!” He says in a language I’ve never heard before, but yet strangely understand. His mother is beautiful with both his nose and his features, but not the same eyes.
“What is it my brave boy,” she smiles down at him with such love. Beau’s face lights up by his mother’s words and slowly he opens his hand showing her what I cannot see from this angle. Her face changes in an instant as she shakes Beau’s hands hard enough that the object falls from his small hands and onto the dirt floor below. “Where did you find that?!” She says pointing down at it now and I still can’t see it. Beau says nothing and looks as if he is on the verge of tears with the way his eyes are glazed over.
Quickly she wraps him in her arms humming a tune to him that immediately stops his tears and even has me calmed. “It’s very important for you to tell mommy where you found this.” She says as sweetly as she talked to him before she had seen what he held in his hands, but the words don’t match her eyes.
“By the river,” he says and she quickly turns away from him running towards a man in the distance. Walking over to the very confused Beau, I watch his youthful face before I look down at the object that has stirred such emotion from his mother. A bronze broach with striking crystals that resembles an unearthly city. His mother and the man she ran to begin screaming at each other. Her arms go up in the air over her head as she continues to shout with such passion. Beau’s breathing becomes heavy and I turn to look down at him. His eyes that where filled with unshed tears, that not that long ago held in this eyes, are now coming down his cheeks like a flood. I want to wrap my arms around the little boy to make him feel better like his mother did, but when I go to touch him my hand goes right threw him. It’s as if I’m a ghost and not really there. Beau turns around and runs back into the woods and with him the memory.
When I open my eyes again I’m back in the room I was in just a moment ago. “Gemma,” Beau says wiping away at the tear that has come from my eye. I’m still just so wrapped up with what I just saw that I didn’t even realized that I was on the verge of tears myself.
“I saw you,” I say backing away from his hand and his touch. “You were a boy and your mother…” I say rubbing my temples.
“What did you see?” He asks eyes wide as he forces his way to me.
“I saw you as a small boy and you showed your mother this broach you found by a river. She seemed mad, maybe even scared. Was that one of your memories?” I say watching him as he looks at me as I just preformed an unbelievable magic trick.
“Yes,” he says getting up to pace beside my bed and I’ve just noticed how much better I feel. “No one can just share memories like that, not even with a destined. I’ve seen others drink from our blood and never have memories been shared.” He rubs one of the pressure points on my hand easing some of my tension as I try to even my breathing.
Then it hits me and I look at him baffled by his presents. “You are really real.” I breathe reaching out to him again, but catching myself this time pulling my hand back to my side. “Were you following me?” I ask letting whatever I’m thinking flow from my lips. My mood is all over the place.
He grins at me with a knowing smile letting the blood exchange go for the moment. “I had to make sure you were okay.” He runs a hand down my arm. “You know you have a very dangerous job, but also very interesting,” and I can feel how proud he is of me.
“What do you do for a living other then follow me,” I say trying to flirt when in reality it comes out awkwardly and maybe even nerdy. He stares at me for a moment letting his eyes roam my face making them heat under his gaze. Slowly he lets a finger trace the outline of my cheek bone then down to my lower lip.
“Our jobs are similar, aside from the borderline stalking you.” He grins and I have forgotten what we were talking about. Taking a sharp breath in he looks down at my lips where his fingers is still at. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on and I have been alive for a very long time.” He almost chokes up, but sad at the end and I wonder what his life must have been like. Those dazzling grey eyes meet back up with mine and I know there are millions of stories untold behind them. It’s almost as if I’m looking at the most interesting book I have ever seen and he is looking back at me as if we are thinking the same thing.
When I look away breaking the unseen spell between us he quickly lifts my chin to look back at him trying to reunite it.
We just look at each other until I break the silence. “Thank you for saving us,” I say. I want to distance myself from these overwhelming feelings that I’m feeling for him. Already I can tell these feelings are undeniable. I will never be able to ever truly push them away or fight them.
He moves so close to me that his face is only inches away and one of his hands comes to cup my face. “I would do anything for you,” he says and I blindly believe him. I lean into him needing to be as close as I possibly can to him. Everything about him draws me to him like a moth to a flame and yet everything about this situation is wrong. Not for me of course, but everything I was taught growing up. Never mix with anyone but your own kind, never trust anyone but your own, and never breed with anyone but your own. I know all of this and what the result would be, but I have this bond with him even though I don’t know him really. It’s so strong I know that it’s the true mate bond that I feel with Beau.
Just looking at him this way makes my chest ache, my eyes glaze over with lust, and my skin feel so sensitive to even my clothes. He moves closer and I can feel his breath against my face. “Do you feel it?” He questions almost in a whisper and I nod. “Every time you touch me it makes me feel alive, like I really wasn’t living until that moment and when it’s gone I’m gone,” he says like it physically hurts. “I could feel this bond with you even when you were a little girl, of course it was different then as if I had to protect you, but now,” he sighs bringing his body flush with mine. “Now I crave you in every way. I want to know everything there is to know about you, I want to share everything about myself with you, I want to explore every inch of your body, and worship it like the temple it is.” He says the last part so full of lust that my body is on fire with desire for him. “I want to know if you feel the same way.” He ask more like a plead and I feel lost in this words, but for only a second.
“I do,” are the only words I get out before his lips make contact with mine. The movements are so melodious that it blends in with the soft moans that escape my lips. Tenderly he lays me back onto the bed while never breaking contact. I have to be the one who breaks contact between our lips to catch my breath as he continues to trail kisses down my face towards my neck. My eyes roll back into my head as he finds a spot on my neck that makes my body ache with pleasure. I can feel his lips turn into a smile as he finds my new weakness.
I run my fingers through his thick brown hair, then let my hands travel down his back raking my nails gently across his firm skin. “I’ve waited so long for you,” he says breaking away from my skin long enough to speak words. It was like he knew exactly what I want from him when I want it. Both his hands and his words put me in an emotional state in which I’ve never been before. We have this bond, instant chemistry that cannot be explained or defined.
Everything is escalating so fast, but yet so natural that neither of us stops it and it continues on into something more. My back arches craving more contact with his body as his hands go wordlessly to where I desire them most. A gasping noise slips from my lips as his flat hand palms my lower abdomen and int
o my pants. They’re only there for a moment, it’s just long enough for him to unbutton my pants so his hands have room to roam.
No one has touch me so intimately before and I think of how productive this year has been for me in this department.
He lays over me placing his face in the nape of my neck as his finger’s better explore me and sink into me. Abnormal noises come out of my mouth as if they have done so my whole life. It makes a victorious smile come across his face and unknowingly encourages more. My own hands go everywhere, clutching either the sheets or his hair, and even digging into his back as an overwhelming pressure builds inside of me. Everything in my body tightens and my thighs try to clamp together as his fingers move in and out of me. Pulling away from my neck his eyes lock with mine and I can’t look away. He is looking down at me like I’m the only thing he treasures in this world while I come undone by his hand. After the trimmers subside, my whole body goes limp in his loving arms. A very euphoria state engulfs me.
“Your eyes are stunning,” he says as if he is memorized by them, but I have to turn them away.
I feel so exposed emotionally to him and it all feels right. All my doubts and fears vanish and the walls I put around myself are shattered. It’s as if they were never their and that I’m safe to be myself around him.
‘Gemma!’ Marcus screams my names so loud in my own head that my hands automatically go over my ears.
“What’s wrong?” Beau ask all lust gone and now only apprehension masks his features.
“Marcus,” is all I say and that might even be too much to tell. I quickly button my pants, ‘I’m okay Marcus. Where are you?’ I send back to him just as I hear someone approaching the area Beau and I are at.
“Listen,” I whisper to Beau who has already heard and is moving to stand in front of me. A wolf identical to my own comes charging through the door. I move to stand by Beau as Marcus shifts back to his human form.
“We are leaving now!” Marcus growls to me, but is sending a deadly glare at Beau, who is returning the look with his fangs out.
“You will not speak to me like that!” I yell to Marcus who has now turn his attention to me.
“What are you thinking Gemma?” He shouts raising his hands over his head. “We are in so much shit right now and if they knew where you really are you would be finished.” As he comes over to me he loses some of his steam. “I can’t lose you too Gemma,” he says softly and my heart aches.
“Calm down,” I say hugging Marcus to me and I feel him breathe in a sigh of relief. I feel bad about what I have to say next, but it needs to come off like a band aid. “Beau is my true mate,” and all the tension Marcus has just release comes back full force and the truth is out.
He pulls back slowly from me looking at me with an unknowing expression. “That can’t be?” He says moving farther away from me like its contagious.
“Your sister is my destined,” Beau says and I have never heard that word.
“What! What does that mean?” Marcus says moving so quickly to Beau that it’s a blur.
“It means the same thing as a true mate and it’s never happened before that I know of. Our kind is also taught to never be with anyone other than a vampire, but the pull I feel for your sister cannot be ignored.” Beau says not backing down or showing any kind of weakness to Marcus.
“Shit Gemma,” Marcus yells running his hands roughly through his hair. “What about Riley and the pack?” He says and I didn’t have a chance to think about it. This whole thing is so fresh and new that I didn’t think of anything but my moment with Beau. Marcus must see this in my face. “Gemma you mean everything to me. All we have is each other and I would do anything for you, but this,” he waves his hand at Beau and I. “This will end us. You will be kicked out of the pack or worse and I will go with you, but you know what happens to the rouge shifters, they don’t survive. We’re still so young and I don’t want us to die that way,” and the sadness in his eyes make all of this too much. When I don’t make a move his plead vanishes and he frowns at me. “You have to choose right now! Go home with me or stay here with him,” he says in disgust towards Beau.
I can see both lives laid out in front of me. One resembles my life now, but instead of me the woman looks lost and blank. The second I’m not that shattered broken woman, but I’m always having to look back living in fear that in any giving moment this life could be ripped from me. I feel torn but automatically know my decision. “Give us a moment Marcus,” Beau says when I’m about to answer.
“Fine, but only for a moment.” He huffs exiting through the broken door knocking over small fragments of its remains.
Beau turned to me making me regret my quick decision. “I want you to go with your brother,” he says and when he see no shock on my face he must know that was my decision already.
He takes his thumb and traces the curve of my bottom lip. Keeping his grey eyes on my lips he continues. “I have waited for this moment forever. To have you in my arms and confess my soul to you, but I don’t where to go from here where we will have our happy ending.” He looks down for a moment seeming to be drawing strength from the old floorboards. “It’s so hard to think about you leaving, let alone to say it, but I don’t want you to die nor your brother. You have to know that my feelings for you are pure, but you have to keep living your life as if this never happened.” He waves his hand between us and his words hurt me worse than anything I felt before. I feel my body go weak even with his blood strengthening me. Moving my hands towards the wall to brace myself from falling, his arms come around me. I push them weakly away, but he doesn’t let me go. Looking back to his face I see that his eyes are as pained as mine and I let go of the pressure in chest as I sob. My body shakes gradually getting harder until he starts to hum the tone I just heard in my vision. In the vision it soothed me, but now that I heard the tone come from his lips it makes my shaking stops along with the tears. It’s as if my body is sedated and he is bringing me back to my euphoria.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he says wiping away the wetness from my cheeks. “I will find a way for us to be together, I promise.” He vows kissing both my fevered eyes. “We just can’t let anyone know of this until I find a way and I will find a way. Just live your life as you were before this night and I will come for you when the time is right.” I listen to his words then place my face into his chest listening for the beat of life that isn’t there. Knowing we don’t have much time left I kiss the spot on his chest where his heart still lies then pull away from him.
“Take this with you,” he says so sorrowfully that I have to close my eyes to not mix the look with the voice. I feel a small phone being placed in my hands and then he incases them with his. “All you have to do is dial nine and I will be able to find you anywhere,” he says moving closer to me.
“What if I can’t say anything how would you find me,” I murmur.
“Remember when I mixed our blood the first time we met?” He ask and I nod. “In doing so I was able to track you, which I have been doing since I met you. Only to make sure you were safe on your missions. I never went anywhere near your packs land though there was a few times I rethought that decision,” he grins making one appear on my face as well. “There it is,” he smiles and the love in his tone is unmistakable.
He presses his forehead to mine as I get as close as I can to him. Inside myself I feel content, whole in a way I’ve never felt before. I never notice that hole inside me until now making it obvious to me that I cannot live the way I did before. It’s like having those shoes as a kid that can flash colorful lights when you run and now the light is gone and I’m left alone in the dark.
I feel my eyes fill with tears then they gently flow down my cheeks. Normally I never cry let alone in front of others. We both know what is about to happen and his actions are understandable in the decision.
“Times up, what are you going to do Gemma?” Marcus says still angry as he kicks more pieces of the door out of his away.
“Good.” Marcus says taking a deep breath and letting the stress out. It’s almost as if he doubted I would choose him, but I could never do that to Marcus even at the cost of my own heart.
Beau pulls me into a hug as he whispers in my ear. “I will still watch out for you, but if you need me for any reason contact me.” I take as much of this moment in as I can to save it for dreams in the future that will one day be blurry and unclear. It’s sad how everything gets lost in time.
Pressing my lips to his colder ones I kiss him with every ounce of passion I possess as if it will be our last and it might be. “I will miss you, Beau.” I say turning away walking towards my brother who is beyond appalled with what he has just seen.
CHAPTER 13
Marcus neither speaks nor looks at me on the way home. I know he is upset, but he doesn’t understand how shattered I am on the inside. First I find out my true mate is a vampire, who I can never truly be with. Second I feel totally and utterly lost without Beau now that I don’t have him with me anymore. The mission was a complete fail, which I don’t tolerate well. Lastly, I did what Marcus wanted me to do and he doesn’t even want to be in the same room with me.
I try really hard to think how I would feel if the situation was in reverse, but my new prejudice towards it won’t allow me. I could never really understand what he was feeling at this moment as he has no idea how I feel.
A small woman with blonde hair that is so light it could almost be categorized as white comes over to us. “We will be landing soon. Is there anything I can get for you two before we land?” She ask sweetly.
“No, thank you,” I say as Marcus completely ignores her.
All of this is new for me and I despise change. It’s one of my greatest fears along with driving.
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