One True Mate

One True Mate- Chapter 8

Chapter 8- Julian

To say sparks flew between us when her lips touched mine was an understatement. The heat between us was intense I let go of her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her onto my lap.

 Mine, mine, mine I keep thinking in my head as we kissed, I heard a growl in agreement in my head.

Hher arms went around my neck pushing our lips together. They parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth. She tasted so sweet, so perfect. I slid my hands down her body, feeling every curve, every part of her, every nerve. She did the same her fingers shocked me as she traced them down my chest.

Then I knew, she was it! She was the one my Dad told me about. The one that I would be with forever . . . we had just confirmed it with a kiss. I loved her, I wanted to tell her, I wanted to shout it out to the world, I wanted to lay her down and take her as mine, right now! But she was human and I knew that was too fast for her, even though I knew she felt it too. She had a lot of walls I have to break down before we could get to that.

She pulled away I tried to chase her lips but she put her hand out in front of her face to stop me. Her eyes held pure shock. My blood ran cold, did she not feel the same? Did humans not react the same as we did? My heart feel out of my chest.

Say something you i***t! I thought to myself. She can’t leave!

“ I’m sorry” she whispered before I could utter a word, she tried to wiggle out of my arms but I held tight.

“No please don’t be sorry, god no. That was . . . I can’t even describe .  .. don’t leave, please don’t leave” I begged. She stopped her struggling at stared at me again.

 “I don’t know what came over me” she pulled her hand through her hair, something she did when she was nervous. I had noticed it in class. We said nothing for what felt like a long time . I cupped her face

“Can I kiss you again?” I asked wanting to be gentlmenly. I didn’t want to push my luck and have her run from me.

“I just pounced on you and your asking if you can kiss me?” and then she laughed, she actually laughed and it was the most amazing sound I had ever heard.

“I’m nothing if not a gentlemen” before she could reply with some smartass comment I captured her lips again.

Somehow we managed to end up in the grass with her on top of me. Her hair curtained my face. I growled, trying to hold him back. He wanted out, wanted to take her and make her ours forever, but we have to be patient.

“I—“ but before she could answer a growl came from our left. We both turned. It wasn’t one of mine which only meant one thing . . . it was one of theirs.