So many nights have I wondered what it would have been like to properly mate my light, to sink inside her warmth while taking her vein. The simple thought alone is so erotic, so sensual that I can barely imagine what the actual act itself would have been like.
We decided to hold off on mating for one reason and one reason alone.
I was not going to take her for the first time, make her mine, in the military stable where we met in secret next to horse shit, with the possibility of one of the other soldiers walking in.
Call me a romantic, or just plain stupid, but I wanted it to be special. Not just for my mate but for both of us, and that wasn't going to happen until we were free.
Free of her arranged marriage.
Free of the threat of war.
Free of all the things that prevented us from starting our life together.
So once we made our plan to escape, I intended to find us suitable housing until we could build a home, and once we were safe, I was going to make her mine on her birthday.
I even had the most perfect gift to give her in order to seal the deal.
Unfortunately, The Maker had other plans.
ME: If that doesn't work?
HENRICH: Then I imagine feeding from her while you mate is the only option. I can't seem to find anything else on the subject, especially since what I did find was so damaged I could barely even read the whole passage.
ME: Great. So I somehow need to get my angel to come out of her cabin, the one she has been holed up in for days, convince her to trust me, then share that I'm a vampire and hope that if she does not find the nearest sharp object to pierce through my heart, she offers me her vein, no questions asked. But if that doesn't work, then I'll need to convince my mate to have sex with me, all without offering explanation other than my baser feelings for her because nothing else will make sense. Is that how I'm to understand it?
HENRICH: Well, when you put it like that it sounds incredibly difficult.
ME: No shit! She's completely closed off right now and with how stubborn my angel can be, I doubt anything short of divine intervention will get her out of that damn house.
ME: Her birthday is twelve days away. TWELVE. If I cannot get through to her before then I will surely lose her all over again, and I have no idea how to change it.
HENRICH: Have faith, brother. Faith in nothing but your bond. It is clear the little one feels it, that she feels for you as deeply as she once did, but because she does not understand it completely she will fight it.
HENRICH: Correct me if I'm wrong, but was not the little one resistant to your charms the first time around as well?
I smile in spite of myself.
She was.
My light was rude and almost mean the first few times I sought her out after our initial encounter.
She fought the bond between us hard, fought me with everything she had for eerily similar reasons.
My mate knew she was betrothed to another and was afraid to feel for a different man when she was so sure it would be pointless.
Why even try when it is clear anything between us will be doomed from the start?
She screamed that at me in the middle of a street as I chased after her. I didn't know she was promised to another at the time, but it wouldn't have changed my pursuit of her. And her shitty attitude made me pursue her more intensely, right up until we ended up having a mud fight in the middle of her neighbors pigpen, which is when my light relented and allowed me to court her in secret.
It was raining.
Both of us were covered in mud.
My angel had just knocked me over, taken advantage of the fact that the ground was wet and slippery and pushed me so I tripped over the pig standing behind me.
I took her down with me though, and right after she shoved ten pounds of mud in my face, I pinned her to the ground and demanded she be mine.
And with the most beautiful laughter, the most gorgeous smile peeking through all the mud on her porcelain skin, she agreed to let me court her, consequences be damned. And thus began the most epic love of all.
