Golden Lycan

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Vivian POV

We walked hand in hand the two blocks away from the house where the party was being held, to his car. It’s a silver Mercedes Benz S-Class with blacked out windows. It looked brand new and once he opened the door for me, I could smell that new car's scent, like fresh off the lot new. Once again, I begin to wonder who this man is exactly? I only know his name and that he is a professor and benefactor to the university in some major way. Other than the fact that he is my mate and the most delicious man I have ever laid eyes on, I know next to nothing about the person I’m contemplating spending the next few hundred years of my life with. For Lycans and most supernatural creatures, the mate bond is all you need to know. You have met your soul’s other half. The Moon Goddess herself made this person specifically for you. What else is there to know? Not all mate bonds go as the Moon Goddess intends, which is why, on very rare occasions, some of us are granted a second chance mate and on even rarer occasions, some of us take a chosen mate.

Lost in my own thoughts, it wasn’t until I felt Giancarlo gently squeeze the hand he was holding, that I realized he must have asked me something and I was being a complete space cadet. “Hey, where did you go just now?” He asks me, in that deep sexy Italian accent, that makes my mind and body tingle. I can feel the heat rushing up my neck and cheeks at my own wayward thoughts. “Who are you and how is it that just the sound of your voice makes my thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t?” Slapping my hand over my mouth, I immediately regret that once again my head and mouth seem to have no filter around this man, where has my self-control gone. My whole life, we have been taught to keep a poker face and control how we respond in any situation and here I am blurting out every thought like I have verbal diaerah. Apparently, my un-lady-like behavior doesn’t bother Giancarlo, more so he finds it amusing since he is trying, very badly I might add, to cover his laughter with coughing. Well, what’s done is done and I find myself giggling at myself because his laugh seems to be infectious.

“It’s not that funny.” I said, trying to reign in the giggles that have taken over me. “I seem to have lost my very good sensibilities from the moment I laid eyes on you. It’s not fair!”

Turning in his seat to face me, as we hadn’t pulled out of the parking space yet, Giancarlo used his hand to gently cup my face, pulling me closer to him. Placing little lite kisses on my nose and then my lips, he responds, “You are not the only one affected, trust me. I am a man who always knows exactly what to say and how to respond in any given situation. Yet, with you, I am left completely speechless, I’m tongue tied and I have absolutely no idea what it is I should be thinking or saying right now. The only thought that seems to be playing on repeat in my mind is, ‘will she accept me and I cannot do anything stupid and lose this woman.”

His eyes never left mine as he said the words that made my heart go pity pat at a double time. How am I supposed to respond to that? I have my fair share of male admirers who quoted all types of nonsense in the hopes of getting my attention or more and I have never been swayed by their words but, now at this very moment, I feel like Giancarlo could ask for the Vampire Moon and I would move heaven and earth to try to get it for him. Maybe it is my virgin heart and body that is just falling for the mate bond. The way he looks, smells and sounds are working at an exponential rate to get me in this man's arms. I can’t even come up with a reason at this moment, not to surrender my heart and virginity to this man right now in this car.

Seeing that I am now also speechless, Giancarlo leans closer and kisses me deeply, “maybe we should take this conversation back to my place.” He says this with a small smile as he starts the car and pulls out of the space. The city around us seems to go by in a blur of lights and sounds. My mind is still wandering too far off places and the ride is silent but not an uncomfortable silence. Giancarlo never releases the hold on my hand and every now and again his thumb rubs circles that send tingles up my arms and on to the rest of my body. The ride probably only took about 20 minutes, but I was still slightly surprised when we pulled into the underground parking garage and he cut off the engine.

I recognized the location immediately. This was one of the hotels my family owns in the downtown area of the city. This place screams luxury and refinement. We normally hold large-scale balls and events in the various lounges and ball rooms in this building. This hotel held over 200 rooms, all of which came at a pretty penny. My father and Grandfather designed this place from the ground up along with many other properties around the country. We also employ a lot of pack members in this hotel and at this point I am just hoping we don’t encounter anyone that will recognize who I am and somehow relay the fact that I am here, with a random man, to anyone in my family.