Soul-Mate (The Immortal Love Series Book 1)

by Anna Santos

  “I’m not jealous!” I tried to defend myself, but being flustered didn’t help my case.

  He simply chuckled, and I just glared at him haughtily, waiting for him to stop. Nothing I said seemed to affect him negatively. How could he be so cheerful and positive all the time?

  “You need to learn how to relax,” he said while gently rubbing my shoulders, making me lose all will to fight. My body got electric and shaky with his closeness and touch.

  “You are so…”

  “Handsome and sexy?”

  “Full of yourself.”

  “Hmm… realistic, you mean? Come on, honey, relax and stop trying to pick a fight with me. You won’t get rid of me that easily.”

  I just stood quietly, not sure whether to be more surprised by his deduction or by the fact that he’d called me “honey” with a sexy and conciliatory voice that could melt ice on the top of the highest mountain.

  And I guess his kiss just melted stone to magma, because the kiss he gave me next was enough for me to act adorable and cute the entire meal we had at the local diner. I almost didn’t recognize myself as I laughed with real happiness and talked to strangers who were being friendly to the sheriff’s girl. Everyone was so nice that I felt immediately at ease.

  Chapter Six

  Shane

  It was almost eight o’clock. I had everything ready, and I looked myself over in the mirror for the hundredth time.

  A romantic dinner wasn’t a thing that I would normally do. Not for a girl who I only used to pass time with. However, Annabel was different. Annabel was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with; she was my amazing and breathtaking soul-mate. She was also really mysterious and full of surprises, which left me feeling impressed and intrigued. She was growing on me. Destiny or not, Annabel was everything I’d ever dreamed of in my soul-mate. Nevertheless, I needed to fix that loneliness and sadness that was making her close her heart to me. I wanted to protect her and keep her safe from the world, but I had to take it slower so as not to scare her away. The problem was that I couldn’t take my hands off of her. I just wanted to hold her, smell her, and get lost in those silky lips.

  The food was ready, the wine was opened to breathe, and candles were sizzling in orange and yellow. The fireplace was burning and warming the room. I even had on soft music for background noise. The full moon was beautiful that night, the view perfect to watch the stars from the balcony.

  I had a million questions for her. I wanted to know everything. On the other hand, though, I just wanted to eat, drink, kiss her, and take her to bed so I could spend all night making her mine. She would be so loved that she wouldn’t be able to leave me or sleep with another man.

  I wanted her, and I’d sure made that clear all over town that day. I’d noticed James’s surprised eyes when I arrived there with her and touched her to make it clear that he couldn’t even think about seducing her. That school teacher was mine and off limits to him. I knew the sick bastard he was, seducing human teachers who went there to work. He had probably chosen Annabel because of her looks.

  I had a really pretty and intelligent soul-mate. No matter how she looked, I would think that she was hot and sexy. We were born to be together. We matched. She laughed at my jokes! That was always a good sign. I was still mesmerized by the fact that I had found her. My heart was threatening to stop beating if for some reason I were to lose her or scare her away. The pressure was real, and being apart from her was already making me feel lonely and sad.

  It was eight o’clock, and I fixed my collar again. I was dressed to impress with a white Boss shirt and dark suit pants. I’d even shaved. I wanted that night to be perfect, but I was getting nervous, because Annabel insisted on being left alone in her motel room before coming to my home at eight. However, the road could be tricky, and she could have gotten lost. Or she could have just run away and I would never see her again. I was beginning to get paranoid.

  The doorbell rang, and I went flying to open the door. And there she was. I almost stopped breathing when I saw her in that beautiful red dress that hugged her perfect curves, with a sexy heart-shaped neckline. She had stunning breasts and beautiful long hair that was elegantly curled. Her makeup was soft but appealing, highlighting her lips and eyes. I had a serious fascination for her red lips. Her mouth was just made for me to kiss it. It also pleased me the way her eyes lit up at the sight of me.

  On the other hand, I was shaking like a school boy on his prom night. I remembered all my dates. All of those girls weren’t nearly as hot and beautiful as Annabel was to me.

  “You look amazing.” That was all I could manage to say after what seemed like ages staring at her in silence.

  “You look very sharp and―”

  “And?”

  “Different,” she said with a smile, looking a bit embarrassed. “You look gorgeous, too.”

  I smiled, flattered by the compliment made in her sexy, sweet voice. I loved everything about her. I was doomed to worship her for life. Not doomed, no—I was blessed. The gods had blessed me with her.

  “Come on in,” I told her, aware that it was freezing outside and she was in a sleeveless dress.

  Annabel stopped at the entry, amazed by the décor, her eyes lingering on the scented candles on the table. “How could you possibly have had time to do all this?”

  “Do you like it?”

  “It’s amazing,” she whispered, sounding really surprised. “And it smells delicious.”

  “I hope you like meat. I mean red meat. Some girls don’t.”

  She looked at me with those eyes, obviously wondering how many girls I had dated and prepared romantic dinners for. “I mean… I mean many girls, in general, don’t like meat or don’t eat it at all,” I tried to explain to her piercing eyes. “I don’t really do this often, even rarely. In fact, this is the first time I’ve done something like this.”

  She smiled, amused by my babbling.

  “Do you want some wine?” I asked, trying to change the subject.

  “Yes, please.”

  While I served the wine, she stared at the fireplace and walked past the table, touching the roses with her fingertips, walking with the elegance of a cat and alluring light of a goddess. She was so beautiful that I almost spilled the wine on myself because I couldn’t stop looking at her. I was so clumsy around her! I tried to act cool and calm, but I was always nervous and unsure of what to do to make her look at me the way I looked at her.

  “The wine is really good and sweet,” she said after a while of confusing silence as we just stared at each other.

  It hit me that I hadn’t kissed her at the door. I should have kissed her. But then I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop, and the night would’ve been ruined. Not ruined, but it would have been a failure that I didn’t want to regret. I wanted us to have a romantic dinner. I wanted to talk to her and learn things about her.

  “I’m glad you like it. Are you hungry?”

  “What’s your plan?” she asked, playing with her finger on the top of the glass. She wet her fingertip and sucked it off with her lips, making me swallow hard. She was being naughty on purpose.

  “My plan for what?”

  “For tonight.”

  “Dinner, talking and―perhaps a massage so you’ll stop being so tense all the time,” I replied.

  She pursed her lips together and then she grinned. “Weren’t you planning on taking me to bed?”

  She was so blunt sometimes that I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know if she was testing me or trying to find an excuse to get rid of me. Was she searching for some kind of excuse like ones women use to lose interest in a guy, like his being too much of a player or not romantic enough, or just wanting to jump into their pants and leave them afterward?

  “Annabel,” I whispered in her ear, making sure not to touch her. Her heartbeat accelerated, her skin got the chills, and her pupils dilated, not to mention how delicious she smelled and how the excitement only increased the sc
ent. My own body got tense and aroused. “Let your guard down and trust me. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen. I’m not trying to get you drunk or trick you. I just want to get to know you better.”

  “Shane,” she replied with her sexy, hot, and alluring voice that sent spirals of lust down my spine. “I have nothing against sleeping with you. I’m fully dressed for that.”

  I couldn’t help looking at her cleavage, noticing her perky breasts and luxurious, soft skin. Under that dress would be some kind of sexy lingerie that I almost couldn’t wait to see and take off to get between her legs. Thoughts like those only made me aroused and impatient...

  “I’m not easy to take to bed. You’ll have to work for it,” I said softly, catching her off guard. She looked at me and shook her head like she thought I was unbelievable. “And don’t think for a moment that I won’t punish you if you try to ruin this night with your irony and inability to take me seriously,” I warned her. “Just trust me for a while tonight,” I requested, caressing her soft face with a finger. I wanted to be perfect, to make her enjoy herself and make her fall in love with me.

  “Okay, Shane. I’ll stop being sarcastic and trust you,” she whispered close to my mouth.

  I smiled, pleased because it was clear by the way she’d reacted to me and looked around attentively that she didn’t trust anything or anyone. She was always vigilant, like she expected to be surprised any second by an unknown fear. It intrigued me, and I wanted to make sure that she felt safe beside me. I was there for her now; nothing would harm her again.

  “Anna,” I sighed, touching her lips gently, “why do you have to test me all the time?”

  “I don’t,” she complained, shivering in my arms. Eyes narrowed, she leaned her head back so she could stare into my eyes. We were burning; we always burned together. We reacted perfectly to the desire that our touches created. It was irrationality with insanity, as if the whole world would stop turning and the stars would fall from the skies and we would burst into a supernova. “I just wanted you to know that I want to sleep with you,” she whispered between kisses. “You don’t need all this to take me to bed.”

  “But I want all this. You deserve all this. I want to have dinner with you, talk to you for a while, dance with you under the moon, and then take you to bed.”

  I held her face between my hands. She stared at me quietly and attentively. She had such big, beautiful, blue eyes!

  “I’ll try to be patient then,” she said to me, making me smile and kiss her again. “And Shane,” she called to me, making me open my eyes. “I do like meat.”

  “Good. Let’s eat then.”

  Chapter Seven

  Anna

  Dinner was perfect. The wine was semi-sweet and velvety to the palate. The candles and roses were at first sight a bit cliché, but in that moment they seemed to be the most romantic things.

  I’d never had a man do this for me. Neither had I had a man refuse to be intimidated by the way I could make any romantic act seem like a joke. Shane wasn’t a man who could be intimidated by my cynicism; he seemed to look past it and understand my fears.

  The night was so perfect and relaxing that I indulged myself in being a woman, a simple woman in the arms of a man who was gorgeous, sexy, and charming. A woman who wanted to be charmed by him, who smiled and giggled like a fool at his silly jokes and lame attempts to teach me coin tricks. We even danced while staring at the moon and stars. Everything was perfect and relaxing. I let myself go and enjoyed everything. Shane was amazing and captivating. The most surprising thing was that he didn’t seem too eager to take me to bed and finish the night with some fast sex to end all the sexual tension between us.

  In fact, we ended up on the balcony, sitting on the cypress-wood loveseat swing. He had my legs on his lap as he talked, hovering close to my face. He told me about some funny events that had happened to him and his deputies. He was a good storyteller, and he made me laugh. He made me feel happy and good, but his touches only made me hunger for him more. My mind often drifted away to hot fantasies. I would imagine his hands climbing on my legs, touching them, caressing them, while his lips kissed my inner thighs and gave some peace to the fire that was devouring me. I don’t remember ever being so aroused for a guy. Not even in the time of the year that I was in heat, controlled by my panther side.

  “Are you tired?” he asked, holding my hands and kissing them. I followed his movements, holding on to my breath and enjoying the soft pleasure of his lips on my skin.

  “No.” Tired? No. Horny? Yes!

  He smiled, and I hoped he was done talking. I think he read my mind. “Come and sit on my lap. I want to kiss you.”

  I obeyed without questioning. I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck, staring at his gorgeous baby-blue eyes. He smelled so good, I could barely control myself and keep my fangs hidden!

  He teased me, nibbling my lower lip for a moment and giving me small kisses on the mouth, taunting me repeatedly. “Are you cold?” he asked, caressing my shoulders and picking me up in his arms like I weighed nothing at all.

  “No.” I deepened the kiss, making it hard for him to move forward, because he couldn’t see where he was going. I had my hands over his face, holding it tight. I could barely breathe.

  My feet touched the ground, and Shane’s hands held my waist as he led me then pinned my back against the glass of the balcony door. He lifted me up and put my legs around his waist, making me moan when I felt how aroused he was. He was hard against me, so hard that my nipples were getting extremely stiff; I was all stirred just because of the closeness. He was just kissing me, grinding me against him, and I felt that I was going to get crazy if he didn't do anything else. It was insane how much I wanted him.

  “Not here, honey,” he whispered, out of breath, when I started to unbutton his shirt.

  “Why not?” I complained. He just smiled, but it wasn't an amused smile. He seemed to smile as though he was pleased by my sulking face and demanding voice.

  “Inside,” he whispered in my ear with his husky voice and promising eyes as he let my feet land on the ground again. He let go of me to close the balcony door.

  I unzipped my dress, slowly taking it down to reveal my black corset with red lace overlay, my G-string and stockings. The dress fell on the floor, and his eyes roamed up and down my body as he had a pleased grin on his face. As soon as he recuperated from the sight of me, he moved closer. I felt his mouth on mine and his arms around my waist, lifting me up and sitting me on the kitchen’s counter. His lips flooded my neck and cleavage with kisses. Things got wild, and I was extremely pleased with the effect I had on him.

  “This definitely beats the leather suit,” he whispered between kisses. His fingers touched the back of the corset. It was laced with a red satin ribbon, but it didn’t seem to be a challenge for him. Apparently, it wasn't the first time he had to unwrap a woman from a corset. His mouth on the top of my breasts made it difficult for me to think about his ability to take off corsets. It made me moan, shiver, caress his hair, and hold his head in that perfect spot.

  My breasts cried in delighted pain, longing for his mouth over them. My nipples were so hard they hurt against the fabric. So when he finally was able to free one and take it to his mouth, I sighed with relief and moaned with lust. I felt his hands surround my breasts inside the corset cups. He played with his tongue while he squeezed them gently. I was far lost to lust by then, so I let him do whatever he wanted.

  Shane took his time, kissing, playing with his tongue, nibbling with his lips, and taking me to heaven and back. My mind lost the ability to reason about the place or the time. It was like sweet oblivion had found me and indulged me with its bliss. I never thought I could be so sensitive and have so much pleasure with someone just playing and kissing my breasts. But the fact was that, any place he touched, my skin reacted and my brain received so much pleasure that I knew it would converge into the most perfect orgasm I’d ever had.

  I h
ad experienced pleasure before, but nothing like I was expecting to experience that night. He didn’t even have to get inside me, even if I wanted him to so badly that I was begging. I was betting that if he just ran his fingers softly over my intimacy or kept descending with his tongue, I would come. I would, without a single doubt, come. But it seemed he liked to tease me to desperation.

  Chapter Eight

  Shane

  Her arousal was so clear, sweet, and delightfully touchable that I found it really hard to continue to be patient and keep the foreplay going. I had carefully planned to be patient, to give the most of myself before giving up to the desire, passion, and wild primary needs of getting inside her. Annabel’s moans were like the most beautiful sexy poems ever written. But I wanted her to understand that we were made for one another and that anything, any kind of sexual or emotional relationship she’d had before, was nothing compared to what we had together.

  I wanted to kiss, lick, and taste each part of her, to memorize inside my head, my skin, my soul, and my wolf. She was mine, and I never wanted that moment to end, so I wouldn’t be lonely ever again. I didn’t fully realize how lonely I’d been and what a senseless life I’d had until I saw her, smelled her, kissed her, talked to her, and heard her laugh, moan, and breathe. I felt the void inside my chest and soul be filled by her. So… that was Love. No wonder everybody wanted to feel it.

  “Shane, I swear I’ll bite you senseless if you don’t take me to bed right now,” Annabel warned, moaning and waking me up from my over-romantic thoughts. I laughed against her breasts. She really spoke her mind, and she was impatient and demanding. My soul-mate was going to make my life extremely interesting. I liked that about her.

  “Kinky,” was all I was able to respond and, before she could protest, I kissed her and took her in my arms to my bedroom.