The Mark of the Wild Flower

Chapter 9 Some More Truths

For the next hour or so we spend lying there making out. I touched her behind a few times, and rubbed my hand over her back, I could feel all her muscles and each one of them sent the wrong signals to my groin.

We finally break free and look at the moon, rather high in the sky.

“By the way when is your birthday?” I ask, feeling rather unsatisfied with this.

“In two weeks, why?” I groan at this

“Because I can’t have s*x with you until then.” I see her blush and her eyes widened. Smooth.

“Okay, but …” Oh s**t Fabian you imbecile, you can’t dump that on her.

“I mean it in a clean way. I don’t want to bed you and then leave you. I actually want to mate you.” I see her eyes are getting suspicious. “Yes, I want to have s*x with you, hell I want to f**k you into next Tuesday, but I want to mate you.”

“Okay that started romantic but ended rather porny.” She has a point.

“If it helps I am a virgin.” I see her smile. “Wolves can’t have s*x until they’re 18 and even then they wait for their mate as having s*x with the wrong woman can seriously damage your wolf and bond with your future mate.”

“That is sort of romantic I guess, knowing you waited for me.” I see her blush. “But I am human so what difference does it make?”

“I want to do this proper; I want to woo you and seduce you, make your insides yearn for me. I want to take you on dates and then when I bed you, I want the fireworks to happen and make you feel like a goddess.” She blushes even more. I feel a weight lifting off her shoulders.

That is a new feeling. Are wolves supposed to feel what their mates feel? I wait for chase to answer but he doesn’t seem to be there. To be honest he’s been quiet all evening. I make a mental note to ask Lucian about this later.

“I also don’t plan on having s*x with a minor. I know you’re turning 18 soon but not until you’re 18 and ready. Ms Abrahams made her mate wait for her for 2 years, I can wait for another 3 if I have to.”

“Look Fabian, I look prude and maybe I am, but I am also just a person with needs and hormones. I appreciate that you’re willing to wait because I am not ready, and I like the idea of not having s*x on the first date.” I can feel her being relieved.

Ellie

“Wow!” Is all I manage to utter after hearing and seeing all of this, I saw no other bedroom though. Fear and nervousness creeps into me, “Where am I going to sleep?” I squeak.

“Uhm, with me.” I actually feel my heart dropping. I am not ready for this. I feel blood rushing to my brain.

“I am not ready for that Fabian.” I probably sound very angry but I am really nervous.

“Don’t worry I won’t lay a hand on you, but if you’re planning on rejecting me, I want to spend as much time in your presence possible. Your virtue will be intact.” He seems a little archaic but reassuring at least. But I don’t want to reject Fabian, I actually want to grab onto him and never let go.

“I don’t want to reject you Fabian, I just want to wait until I’m ready.” That must’ve been exactly what he wanted to hear. He just goes for it and almost forcibly start kissing me. With my face held by one hand and then the other around my body.

He pulls away a little, clearly trying to breath and I before I know it the words escape my mouth, “I accept you, Fabian.” I feel the pull towards the bed.

For a long time we spend kissing and rolling on the bed. He skimmed his hands all over my body and I am not sure what that was doing to my body, but I liked it.

And then we stop.

“By the way when is your birthday?” Okay that came from nowhere.

“I two weeks, why?” I hear him groaning.

“Because I can’t have s*x with you until then.” I can feel the horror spreading over me. He is clearly thinking about this. Of course, he would, he’s a boy. I can’t deny that while we were kissing I had moments where I wanted to rip off clothes and see where the tide takes us.

“Okay, but …” I start, I am nervous.

“I mean it in a clean way. I don’t want to bed you and then leave you. I actually want to mate you.” He sounds like a Victorian gentleman and i***t. “Yes, I want to have s*x with you, hell I want to f**k you into next Tuesday, but I want to mate you.” And a p*****t.

“Okay that started romantic but ended rather porny.” Please stop talking is what I should’ve said..

“If it helps I am a virgin.” Really, that makes me smile. “Wolves can’t have s*x until they’re 18 and even then they wait for their mate as having s*x with the wrong woman can seriously damage your wolf and bond with your future mate.” He is 18 and I am human so what is the worst that could happen? And the naughty feelings are back.

“That is sort of romantic I guess, knowing you waited for me. But I am human so what difference does it make?”

“I want to do this proper; I want to woo you and seduce you, make your insides yearn for me. I want to take you on dates and then when I bed you, I want the fireworks to happen and make you feel like a goddess.” Wow that is beautiful, and I feel my whole body going red.

“I also don’t plan on having s*x with a minor. I know you’re turning 18 soon but not until you’re 18 and ready. Ms Abrahams made her mate wait for her for 2 years, I can wait for another 3 if I have to.” Now he makes me sound prude. But this is very reassuring.

“Look Fabian, I look prude and maybe I am, but I am also just a person with needs and hormones. I appreciate that you’re willing to wait because I am not ready, and I like the idea of not having s*x on the first date.”

The rest of the evening we spend making out looking at the stars and talking until I suggest we go to bed. It’s clear that it’s nearly morning. Morning means our romantic evening is over. I start sulking when I went to bathroom to change into my pajamas. I open the bag to find all these very scary silky things. So beautiful, lavender silk nightgown with a lovely dark purple dressing gown. A very expensive hairbrush and other toiletries that comes from those niche stores in the mall. I also find a letter attached to the glass bottle of very expensive perfume:

El

Please don’t be upset

My mom owns all the stores that sell these

She just never told you so you can feel special when we spoil you

But we realise now we will make you feel inferior

The fact is that if you don’t start using this you’ll never fit in with your new wardrobe

Lol,

Love you

D

Okay clearly Donna is not realising how I am feeling, but the hidden message is clear. I really won’t fit in and from what I understand I am about to become as famous as Jackie Kennedy and I need to start acting like a queen. I look down at myself. I ought to get a part time job to at least afford a manicure every two weeks as well as a wax. I leave the bathroom trying my best to be modest when I see Fabian wearing only boxer shorts. Why does he do this?

“Do you own clothing for upper body, or do I need to explain the concept of a simple T-shirt?” I ask mockingly. He looks up and pins me to the spot with his eyes.

“No but I’m hot and I need to cool down.” He has a point, a good point.

“Fine but it makes it hard to concentrate.” I admit.

He smiles and then moves toward me, “On what do you want to concentrate?” I can hear the sweet Fabian fading away and be replaced by something a little lustier.

Trying to keep my modesty in check, “On where we are going to sleep, I can’t sleep in the same bed as you!”

And back is the concerned sweet gentleman that promised me his virtue, “I thought we should sleep in my room but we will only cuddle. Unless you feel that we should be in separate beds, in which case I’ll sleep in here and you can sleep in my room.”

To the latter plan I agree and go to his bedroom.

I spend the remaining hours of the night staring out the window. I miss the stars I saw through his ceiling, lying in his warm and comfortable embrace. When it’s almost light I decide to phone my mom and ask her for one more night, remembering that Monday is a Public Holiday. I just need one more night. With that in mind I finally fall asleep.

I am floating in pool of warm and comfortable water. There is light above me but not the sun. I am just content floating. I remember I read once that there are people who cannot float and can sink faster than normal, but this applies for salt water. I put my hand to my mouth to taste the water. It tastes like honey. I like honey. I try to look around me to see why I feel so comfortable. But there is nothing. Just a vast stretch of white. I look down in the water but see nothing but disappearing blue. Where am I? The white starts turning green with leaves and trees, it’s so beautiful.

Fabian

I wish I could convince her to sleep in this room with me, but I understand. She is just 17 and needs to wrap her head around the fact that her whole world is about to change. I miss her.

I try to listen for her breathing, she’s still awake and I can feel her being restless and uncomfortable. Maybe she’s cold. Maybe I should go and see if she is alright? No Fabian that will be creepy, she is probably thinking. I wonder what she is thinking. There was this thing that mother told me about that if your bond with your mate is strong enough you should be able to start hearing her thoughts. I try to open my mind to hers but all I can get is she is thinking about is this but what exactly I don’t know. At least I know that our bond is strong.

After I listened to her breathing for what felt like an eternity I hear her drift off to sleep. She is calm and that is comforting. I try to see if I can hear her dreams but all I hear is her water. This is going to take a lot of practise. I fall asleep listening to her faint thoughts and dreams.

I keep on dreaming of this wonderful creature who has invaded my life wholly and feel my heart skip a beat probably more than a few times. Not long into this euphoric trip when I get shocked into consciousness by her screaming. 

I jump out of bed nearly tumbling and in the process of avoiding that tumble I run into the wall. With a massive groan I stand and then get jerked back to the screaming. I rush out the room and straight into Ellie’s. I find her writhing in bed. Maybe she’s dreaming. I must wake her up from this dream must be very frightening. I start to shake her when I see her eyes are open and she’s flushed.

“Ellie what’s wrong?” I manage to say in between her screams.

“It hurts.” She sounds desperate to be rid of the pain she’s going through. What pain though. That’s when I look down and see the blood. There is blood nearly everywhere, soaking the whole bed in red.

“Ellie! Tell me what hurts?” This cannot be a period, the textbooks never said this much blood.

“The bite.” Then it dawns on me, she was bitten by that dog 13 years ago.

I pick her up and then will her to let me take her shirt off. The medicine student in me takes over and now I don’t care about her naked body.

I slowly remove that silly nighty off, discard it to the corner and I look at her. On the left side of her body is this print that resembles that of a dog, but a rather big dog at that, and out of the scar red liquid oozes. It can’t be. After looking at the wound carefully I recognise the print clear as daylight. She was not bitten by a dog, but a wolf, and this is a clear indication that it was a werewolf. She was busy changing.

I try my best to calm her down. In a hurry I collect bandages, painkillers, water and the first aid kit. Within minutes I had her doused in pain meds, and all bandaged up.