Forever Is A Long Time

Chapter 6

I woke up to my alarm going off. It was 6:30 AM and I immediately slapped the snooze button, letting out a light groan. As much as I was not a morning person, I made it a thing to get up early everyday. I guess this was the vampire side of me fighting the urge to get up. I closed my eyes for a second and reached out to the right side of my bed only to come in contact with what felt like bare skin. My eyes immediately snapped open. Slowly, I turned my head to see what or who was next to me. Brandon layed there, sound asleep. His face turned towards me. He looked so peaceful that for a second I just stared, admiring every inch of his face. I snapped out of it, shaking him awake. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” I exclaimed at him.  He rubbed his eyes then focused them on my confused yet irritated face. He looked around the room and then back at me. 

“How the hell did I end up here?” He asked me in a groggy voice. His face was clearly confused. 

“You’re asking me?” I asked, starting to get pissed. “Look, I don’t know what game you're trying to play here, but I can guarantee you--,” I got cut off as his lips slammed into mine. For a second, sparks started to flow through my body. Every inch telling me to kiss him back but the anger in me made me push him away and as a reflex, I slapped his face. A silence followed, as he slowly turned to look at me. I felt a guilt ripple through my being as soon as my hand had made contact. I stared back at him for what seemed an eternity. Surprising myself, I reached out grabbing his face, kissing him hard. His body responded immediately as it molded into mine. His hands lingered all over my body, pulling me on top of him as if he couldn’t get enough, immediately forcing a moan from my lips as they still molded against his. Teasingly I bit his lower lip as I grinded against his bulge. I could feel that he was getting harder by the second. Seeing as I had slept only in my panties, he pulled away from my lips only to engulf one of my n*****s into his mouth, making me gasp as I ran my hand through his hair, slightly holding his head in place. I could feel my fangs wanting to come out and my eyes getting darker. I held my fangs in as much as I wanted to bite him. 

As if a jolt had run through my body, my eyes snapped open. I woke up to the alarm going off again and I looked around the room, confused as I was laying in bed, alone. It had felt so real; I sat up wondering what the hell had just happened. Had it been just a dream? I still felt aroused, causing me to press my legs closed as if embarrassed and decided to go to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Making my way to the sink I looked at my reflection in the vanity mirror and noticed a bite mark around my right n****e.

“What the…” I whispered out loud as I inspected my exposed breast. A flash of his mouth engulfing my n****e went through my mind. I shook my head, feeling a bit nauseous as I thought of the scenario. 

How the hell is this possible? I’ve never been able to astral-project myself or anyone for that matter, I thought to myself.

Well that’s a new one for you. I’m just along for the ride, Alexa pipped in, amusement in her voice.

Don’t get any ideas, I replied annoyed, rolling my eyes at her. 

Besides, we don’t know yet for sure. Maybe it’s just a mosquito bite…

Mosquito bite, my ass…, Alexa muttered at me. 

I jumped into the shower, trying to wash the thoughts out of my head and the more I tried to get rid of the images the more I wanted him. After standing under the water for fifteen minutes, I got out and got ready for the day. I opened the door, finding Brandon standing in the doorway looking like he was about to knock. 

“Before you say anything…” he blurted out, before I could even compose a sentence. I crossed my arms and looked up at him, waiting. “You’re not going to say anything?” he asked hesitantly.

“I am trying to see why you’re so flustered,” I added calmly, trying not to laugh now.

“I see…” he added, shoving his hands in his pockets, “well…” he paused, “have you had any interesting dreams lately?” he asked as he looked down before making eye contact with me. 

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to sound too curious. 

“I know this is going to sound crazy but I could have sworn, I woke up in your room this morning. It was weird,” he said, looking at me like I was going to think he was crazy. 

As much as I was trying to hold it in, I no longer could and a chuckle came out of me. 

I then closed the door behind me, forcing us to step into the hall then turned my attention back to him. 

“So, it seems that was not a dream…” I added, looking up at him, my hands shoved in my back pockets. 

“What do you mean it was not a dream?” he asked, confused. 

“Well, it means you were not dreaming...somehow I was able to astral-project you into my room or possibly managed to have us both share a dream. A dream that involves physical encounters…” I added at the end. My powers must be reacting to the fact that I had found my mate. Who knows what would happen if we marked each other and completed the bonding process. 

“You’re telling me, I actually kissed you and that you slapped me in this dream?” he asked in an excited tone. “No wonder my cheek stung earlier this morning.”

“Yeah and you left a mark on my n****e,” I muttered under my breath. He smirked down at me. I rolled my eyes, forgetting he had werewolf hearing. 

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I added shortly, starting to walk towards the stairs that led down to the rest of the house. 

“I’m pretty sure you enjoyed it, that’s all,” he replied with amusement in his voice, as he followed behind me. Again, I rolled my eyes.

I was about to reach the last step of the stairs when a loud bang echoed through the living room which seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Seeing as everything was made of marble, things just seemed to echo really easily around here. Except for the bedrooms. Those were always sound proof, for obvious reasons. Voices soon followed which seemed to be transpiring into an argument. I headed towards the voices which became more and more familiar as I approached. Nathan came into view, as I stepped into the kitchen. Brandon a step behind me. A woman stood in front of him, her back towards me. A bunch of pans laid scattered on the floor and the woman was now yelling at a very irritated Nathan. 

“I don’t understand why you had to call her, we don’t need any outside help. Especially from her! We--,” she stopped as she saw Nathan’s gaze fall on me. 

“Hello Karen,” I said calmly to the woman standing in front of me. Her eyes full of anger, yet her facial expression now smoothed out. She was Luna after all. 

“Hello, Athena,” she replied calmly as she folded her arms. I could hear the distaste when she pronounced my name.

“Mom, why are you so upset?” Brandon asked suddenly. For a second I had forgotten he was behind me. “I get Dad and Athena have history but she’s my mate now and--” 

“What?!” Karen exclaimed, her face red now. 

This is going to be a long day.