by F. G. Adams
“My name, written down two hundred years ago. After the ceremony is complete, my Wren, yours will be added beside mine. You will be mine, forever. And one day when our son is born, his name will appear with ours.” A smile radiates from his face and I grin back in return.
Comprehending the importance of this moment for us rests solidly within me—a forever binding of souls. Should one pass on, the other will follow. At one time, I would’ve been scared about the possibility, with the way my mother and father turned out. But the knowledge I’ve been gifted has changed my perspective. This is the way it should be.
I stare into Aldin’s gorgeous dark orbs. Everything and everyone fades away. He is mine.
My Aldin coma is interrupted when I hear Marcus clear his throat and say, “We are ready to begin.”
Marcus and the twins have moved to the front of the scroll, radiating affection, with Jada and Jazmine on each side of Marcus. All three are adorned with their ceremonial robes and crowns. Adoration flows freely from their faces.
Aldin and I move through the space to face them, the few friends and family parting as we walk by. Agent Brenton Fox, an old friend of Aldin’s, stands with his gaze locked onto the front of the room. It seems he’s watching the magical twins. Interesting. Next, I meet the tear-filled eyes of my mother. Candie is standing right next to her holding her hand with a matching expression.
I was so happy Marcus allowed me to share our story with her. When I brought Candie to the penthouse to meet everyone, there was a great disturbance in the force. Ha! The reaction Marcus and Candie had towards each other was bizarre at best. Marcus was polite but standoffish, and Candie was … well, not Candie-like at all. She was snappy, pouty, and couldn’t wait to leave. Totally weird in the Candie department. I haven’t had the chance to talk to her about the whole encounter yet. Note to self: Talk to Candie about her reaction to Marcus ASAP.
Stopping in front of the trio, I turn to bask in the majestic man who, in just a few minutes, will be my bonded true mate—a blending of two souls deeper and more powerful than husband and wife. We’re dressed in the ceremonial robes of bonding. The garments look more like togas with gold trim and sashes, identical except for the stone clasp that keeps everything together over the shoulder. Aldin’s stone is blood red to represent the Enchanted Immortal Vampire race. A green stone adorns my robe in designation of the Enchanted Immortal Necromancer race.
Marcus begins to speak in the native tongue of Immortals—a beautiful otherworldly language. In this holy place, everyone can understand.
“We gather here in the Temple of the Immortal Scroll, the holiest of holies, anointed by the gods, to celebrate the joining of two souls. A true love pledge older than time and space. My son, Aldin Kovac, and the daughter of the matriarch Katrina, Wren Bishop.”
The twins chime in, “Bonding to another, a true mate is not taken lightly.”
Jada continues, “Two become one.”
“Forever bound to the other,” Jazmine follows as her eyes drift for a brief second behind me to where Brenton Fox is standing.
“Do you both come into this union of your own free will?” Marcus asks, looking to Aldin first.
“Yes, my lord. I love my Wren with everything that I am.”
“Yes, my lord. I love this man, Aldin … with everything that I am.”
Marcus strides towards us holding out a golden ribbon. “The ribbon symbolizes the forever bond you are pledging before us. If this is a true match by the gods, it will radiate its approval for all here to witness.”
With confidence, Aldin and I hold out our hands and Marcus begins to weave the ethereal sash around us, connecting us and tying it off at the end. The twins sing a celestial ceremonial verse behind him as he twines.
“Two become one. Forever bound to the other. The two halves become whole. Bonded forever.”
Once the chanting stops, a tingle takes root. Electrical pulses tickle everywhere the ribbon touches my skin, beginning at the tips of my fingers. Aldin looks towards me, love and devotion captured on his face.
At the same time, the air thickens around me as the tingling from the twine becomes heated and cooled at the same time. Emotions of fulfillment, love, and unconditional service encircle me. As the bonding ribbon glows luminescent and diamond-like, I realize we are connected. Aldin, baby Aldin, and me … together forever.
“The ribbon is bound and the bond is sealed. A true match created, pure and real.” Marcus’ cries of joy resound in the open room. The Immortal Scroll burns my name in the parchment underneath Aldin’s, forever etched.
Cheers and applause erupt around us, yet all I see or feel is Aldin grabbing my face with his free hand as he devours my lips with his. My mate. Caught in our own little bubble, my happily ever after.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Aldin
I reach down and grasp Wren’s neck with my unbound hand, pulling her close as I consume her lips with my parched mouth. Honey and heaven. My Wren. For a brief time, it is only the two of us standing in this holy place making love to each other with our mouths. The urge to consummate the bond prickles at my insides, coalescing at my dick as my fangs lower. I must have her soon.
Marcus’ startled voice shakes me from my momentary lust.
“Sisters. Speak to me.”
The twins are statue-still, gazing forward at nothing. Their eyes beaming opalescence rays. Brenton rushes forward to help and is blocked by Marcus’ powerful arm.
“No! You will not pass.”
“But something’s wrong, Marcus. Let me help,” Brenton expels in an aggravated tone.
“My son,” Jada speaks in a strong, unearthly timbre.
Shocked by the voice of his sister, Marcus turns to look at the twins, side by side and holding hands.
“My son. I do not know how long we have before our spell is broken. Listen well.”
Jazmine chimes in, “My precious little one. How we have missed you.”
“Father. Mother. How is this possible?”
“The power of the bonding between these two remarkable individuals created the bridge for us to step through for a time. You now know that the prophecy is in motion and the first seal has been broken,” Jada replies.
“Only the twins can find the talisman that will break the next seal. They alone hold the key to locate and unlock its power,” Jazmine adds.
“I will help them on their quest, mother,” Marcus concurs.
“NO!” Jada’s powerful voice rocks the temple room. “You cannot leave! You must protect the child. Only a hunter can protect the twins. This hunter.” Jada lifts her arm to point at Brenton Fox.
“What?” Marcus’ booming tone brokers disgust and torment. “Not Fox, father. Anyone but him.”
“It must be done, my son. It is our will.” The twins speak in unison one more time before collapsing onto the hard stone floor.
Marcus and Fox rush towards the twins, concern and worry etched on their faces, and before they are able to reach them, they both stir. Jada nods at Marcus when he extends his hand to help her up. Fox helping Jazmine from the floor elicits a growl from Marcus. The closeknit group is shocked with the news and what will take place in the future.
Marcus turns in my direction. “My son, you are released, no longer bound to keep our secret. In light of everything that has happened here today, we are all connected and now know the truth of the situation. Our burden is great. The task ahead may be daunting, but we will succeed.”
I nod in recognition and worry. His secret is out. Marcus knows he needs us all in the battle to come.
“Do not concern yourself, Aldin. This will be here upon your return. The doorway is opening and you must go. Enjoy the bonding time with your true mate, my son.”
I clasp Wren’s hand and step towards the light. “Thank you, father. I will see you when we return.”
We enter the doorway to the other side to a realm Marcus chose especially for us to spend our bonding time. Wren’s steps halt as she
marvels at the natural beauty surrounding us. Crystallized stalagmites glowing a prism of colors dangle from the large cavernous area reflecting rays of light onto the sandy beach below. Water laps at the shoreline from an underground bubbling spring where a candlelit table set for two waits for us. I don’t require food, but my Wren needs nourishment for the precious life she is carrying. Just off to the side of the table is a rock structure decorated with plush draperies inside containing luscious fabrics and pillows for her to rest on.
“Oh, Aldin! This is absolutely breathtaking. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as beautiful in my entire life,” Wren exclaims with excitement adorning her face.
I hold her close. The curves of her body fit mine, and I relish the idea she was made for me, only me. I see the sparkle in her eyes and for a moment I lose my train of thought. She is magnificent.
“My lovely Wren. Every day when you look in the mirror, the reflection you see is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on,” I reverently utter.
Moisture forms in the corner of her blue eyes. Before she can continue, I sweep her into my arms and carry her towards the bed. When I reach the canopy, I place her on her feet and kiss the tip of her nose. Her arms twine around my neck, pulling me to her lips.
My fingers find the jeweled clasp on her shoulder, releasing the ceremonial robe to pool around her ankles and revealing creamy skin and nothing else. She steps towards me and the round bump in her midsection catches my attention. I bend to my knee, eye level and holding her stomach. I place wet kisses on the precious cargo she is carrying.
“Thank you for this miracle, my Wren.”
“Aldin, you don’t have to thank me for our son. He is ours.”
I nod slightly, understanding that we created our miracle and the hope for the Enchanted Immortal race to help defeat Baako. Placing one last kiss on her tummy, I rise and unclasp the stone holding my robe in place. It falls to my feet and we are both standing as naked as the day we were born, admiring, wanting, and needing. Taking her hand, I lead her to the rich silky fabric.
We crawl towards the middle and lay down facing each other. My hand traces the angles of her face, arms, and tummy, memorizing the luscious feel of her soft body. I clasp her hand and lift it to my lips. “I’m going to love you forever, my Wren.”
With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, she says, “I’m so glad you passed my yummy test. Although, you were almost disqualified when you knew my name. Wasn’t sure if you were a delusional sexy stalker, or my knight in shining armor,” she says with a laugh.
“I’ll show you ‘sexy’, my true mate.”
Giving her a slight push, she lands flat on her back as I move my body in between her spread legs. Heaven. I place wet kisses down her neck, pausing where I marked her as mine. Licking, I scrape my teeth across the mark, eliciting a throaty moan from her. Her legs circle my hips and bump my throbbing shaft as she tries to satisfy the desire building inside her body.
“Not yet, my Wren. I’m going to sample and taste all of you … every inch of your delicious body that belongs to me, worshiping my divine mate until you are begging me to come, wiping away all memories of the past, until your body, mind, and soul only know me as master, needing my touch to end your suffering.”
“Oh, god! I mean … yes, sir … my Aldin,” she utters in broken fragments.
Cupping her supple breasts, I tenderly suck and lap the rosy-pink tips, alternating back and forth, stirring her passion higher. My hand moves further down and locates the treasure I’m longing for and I insert my finger inside her center. When she twists, trying to escape the achy yearning I’m creating, I nip the tip of her breast with my teeth. Pain and pleasure bursts inside her and her vaginal muscles clench down like a vise on my finger.
“Hmmm, you like that, sweet Wren? Do you want more? Perhaps, my tongue inside your pussy?”
Moaning escapes from her as I inch lower, sampling her. I part the auburn curls hiding her weeping pink lips out of my way with my fingers. Next, I lower my mouth and relish the unique flavor of my true mate, lapping her musky entrance. I nuzzle her clit with my nose as she squirms, trying to break away from the hold I have on her. I insert my tongue in her pussy as her muscles squeeze, wanting more. I grind my aching dick into the sheets for some relief and almost come from the delectable woman I’m devouring. She’s satisfying a need I was unaware I desired. I’ll never want for more. My hands circle her ankles, opening her wider, bending her knees against the mattress.
Throaty groans of passion stream from her mouth. “Aldin … Don’t stop …”
I know she’s on the edge and won’t last much longer. I find her pulsating nub, sucking it into my mouth. She tries to buck and grind her hips upwards when I secure my forearm across her body, restraining the movement. Holding her lower body firmly against the soft bed, I assert my strength and will over her. She succumbs to my dominance, once again fulfilling my needs with her actions.
Her body is primed and ready, blood filling her oversensitive clit. I bite and blood coats the inside of my mouth and down my throat as I continue to devour the life-sustaining blood my true mate is providing. Her screams echo throughout the cavern from the intense climax consuming her as I take what is mine. She is divine.
Still panting from the ecstasy I gave her, she props herself on her elbows and looks down at me and smiles. “My turn, my Aldin.”
Quickly, she catches me off-balance and I land flat on my back with Wren on her knees between my bent legs. She touches my ankles, then moves up my legs to my thighs. She bends and nips the dusty nipple on my chest before taking it into her mouth.
I growl. “You are playing with fire, my mate.”
“Maybe, but I want to taste and learn what you like. Aren’t you mine, too?” she hesitantly asks.
“Yes, I’m all yours, always. I long for your touch. I’m just not sure how long I can endure your exploration at the moment. I need to be inside you, my Wren, feeling your pussy gripping my cock as I thrust into you over and over.”
“Oh, Aldin. You have such a sweet way with words,” she says, her soft fingers lightly caressing my engorged staff. “You can’t handle me touching you?” she challenges, then strokes my cock from root to tip.
The gauntlet is thrown and I readily accept. I lace my fingers at the back of my head, waiting to see what she has in store for me. She leans closer and I feel her hot breath near the tip of my weeping cock. The anticipation of feeling her lips around me causes a beastly growl from somewhere deep inside. Her eyes jerk up, ensnaring mine, a hint of amusement laced with desire. She lowers her lips and covers me with her warm, wet mouth. I know she won’t be able to handle all of my girth, but she doesn’t allow that to hinder her. No, my Wren wraps her hand around the base, pumping as she hollows her cheeks and creates a suction in rhythm. The intense pleasure overwhelms me and I’m about to lose my self-control. I tense, ready to grab her when she stops and, with a pop, lets my aching cock fall from her mouth.
“You taste so good, my Aldin,” she taunts while continuing to stroke me. “Maybe you aren’t as tough as you think, huh? Little ol’ me has you right.” Lick. “Where.” Lick. “I want you.” Lick.
Then, she covers the head of my cock with her mouth and swirls her tongue.
“Enough!” I roar and reach under her arms, lifting her body over me.
Her laughter filters through my lust-driven mind. I position her above my engorged cock and, with one thrust, I’m seated in her moist, tight pussy.
Her giggles turn to moans. Placing my hands on her hips, I demand, “Ride me, Wren.”
She nods and positions her delicate hands on my chest. She raises herself on bent knees and tempts me with small strokes, only going past the head of my protruding member, not taking all of me. Tease. She’s slowly building my desire until I can’t think of anything else except wanting more of her—all of her. She stops and gradually lowers until her ass is resting on my thighs again. She tenses and squeezes her muscles,
driving me crazy. She leans forward and my cock slips almost free of her tight channel as she thrusts down heavily on my shaft, grinding her hips at the end of the stroke and eliciting a cry of pleasure from me. I’m on fire and everywhere she touches ignites a new feeling. I can no longer resist the urge.
“Take from me. Drink my blood, Wren.” My hand pulls her towards the spot between my neck and shoulder blade. “Make me yours, forever.”
Holding her head gently, she wets the spot with her tongue using tiny swipes. Seconds later, the scrape of her canines against my skin has my dick twitching inside her. She strikes, sinking her newly formed fangs into my flesh and taking her first drink of me. Pleasure like nothing I have ever experienced in my long life swarms throughout me.
I encourage her. “Yes, that’s it, love. Take all of me.” I don’t want the moment to end.
She sucks, grinding her hips, and the small amount of restraint I had is gone. I’m no longer in control. I find her mark and bite, drawing her essence into my body. Her pussy clamps down even more. Grabbing her hips, I begin thrusting upwards and pulling her down on my shaft. She releases my shoulder and I retract my fangs from her. She lowers her mouth to mine and delves in, swiping her tongue against mine, tasting her essence. Ecstasy encompasses every movement. Together, we climb higher on the mountain of pleasure. In and out. Harder and harder.
“More, Aldin. I need more,” she breathlessly screams.
Growling, I flip her onto her back and thrust deeper into her welcoming body. She meets me thrust for thrust, still searching for ultimate satisfaction.
“Fuck me, harder. Now,” she demands.
I exit her body and roll her over.
“On your knees, Wren,” I command panting.
She complies and I hunch over her back placing my hand to the side of hers. I grip my cock and enter her swiftly. Her quivering pussy lips clamp down and I’m lost to the pleasure she’s providing as I power into her, stroke after stroke, deeper.