The Alpha's Keeper

LXXXI: Joking and Not

“What… What?” Nate stuttered. His eyes were wide open when he heard what she said. He was not sure if he really heard it right, and because of that, it took a while for him to completely register it completely, and when it finally drew to him, his face turned red instantly.

Alright, it was not like he was a virgin but for some reason, hearing those words coming from her had brought him a very nice feeling of embarrassment and anticipation.

He couldn’t help but lower his gaze and carefully observe Seraphim’s body. The girl was very athletic, and some of her muscles were developed. She had a great body, and Nate was staring at her without words. His mind started thinking of the possibility of really sleeping with her

Of course, Seraphim also realized his strange reaction. She held her gaze a little longer and then burst out laughing.

With that, Nate knew in that instant that Seraphim was joking. He pressed down the ranging desire in his body and pretended to act that it was not a big deal, but in truth, he was really disappointed.

“Okay! You got me! So stop laughing already,” Nate said while looking at her dismissively.

She shook her head, and then the girl put her hand on the man’s chest and, teasingly told him, “Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself!” Seraphim did not sound apologetic at all.

“Sure,” he said casually. However, Nate was somewhat embarrassed, turned his back on her.

“That is not the condition. Sorry. The condition is that well, and I can only put a limited number of runes according to my power,” she quickly said.

Nate turned and looked at her with a smirk and said, “No problem, you are super powerful. That’s simple.”

She looked at him, but her smile slowly faded when she said, “No! Sorry. The truth is that I can only put three of those runes... s**t, right?”

Nate looked at her before moving closer, and he said, “Three are a lot but don’t worry if you don’t want to, it’s fine...”

She took him by the arm and said, “Yes, of course, I do. I still have one left!”

He smiled and nodded. They both walked towards the altar. As they advanced, Seraphim could not stop seeing the ground, she was distracted, and Nate saw her and said, “Are you sure this is okay?”

Sensing her, she smiled and advanced to enter the room of the altars. Recognizing the altar was not a problem. The god was easy to spot, a warrior in armor and sword who looked at the victorious sky.

She looked at it, and bowing, kissed the altar. In doing so, she took a small ceremonial dagger on the altar and, cutting her finger, dropped the blood sacrifice.

Calmly drawing the rune on the plate with the blood, she saw Nate and said, “You have to take off your shirt!”

Nate nodded, he looked in all directions, and the room was completely alone. He took off his shirt and looked at Seraphim, and he said, “Thanks for doing this... it really means a lot!”

She looked at him, smiling and nodding. She said, “There is nothing to be thankful for.”

Leaning forward, she sat right on the boy’s back and said, “This is going to hurt a little...!”

He nodded and felt Seraphim’s finger drawing the rune. At that moment, a flaming light lit up in her hand, and she, marking the rune that she had drawn with her blood, made it stamped on Nate’s skin.

Nate began to feel his head clouded, and plenty of knowledge began to flow. The boy looked ahead, holding his breath, and in a few minutes, the ritual was finished.

Agitated, he looked ahead. A lot of knowledge was in his mind and smiling, he said, “It worked, Sera!”

But she slowly put her hand on his back and said, “I know!”

Puzzled, Nate turned around, and when he saw her, she had also taken off her shirt, calmly covering her chest and taking her shirt he prepared to cover her when seeing her back, her rune was missing.

Nate looking at her, said, “Your rune!”

She smiled and looked at him from the corner of her eye, and she said, “It’s okay! I told you I had one left.”

He got up suddenly, and seeing her, said, “No!! Please no, take it back!”

Seraphim looked at him, and getting up, she refused.

“No! I want you to have it... you saved my life. Several times actually... the last people I gave that rune to... well, let’s just say they did a lot less than that.”

Seraphim took a deep breath, and Nate moving forward, shook his head. Raising Seraphim’s chin, he said, “You should have told me it was yours!”

She smiled and covered her bust with her shirt without putting it on, and she said, “You wouldn’t have accepted it... I can see how you feel about Dominic, and this is the right thing to do. I know.”

Nate stared at her, and unable to contain himself, he kissed her. When he kissed her, the young woman lost herself in the feeling. He was half-vampire, but his lips were warm like those of a human, full of blood, and his body was warm. When she touched him, she dropped his shirt, and with his eyes closed, he said, “Are you sure of that... I’m actually...”

But Nate covered her mouth with his fingers, and seeing her, assured, “This is the right thing to do. I know!”

She smiled, and both kissings gave themselves to a mutual feeling.

The ups of the war increased passions and desires as well as feelings. Days together could be weeks, and experiences lasted forever.

They had fought together and died together, now on the altar of the god that protected Seraphim, and they lived in the same way. Together.