Page 18 of Cryptic Dreams
And if I keep telling myself that, then maybe I will eventually believe it, and if I believe it then my continued refusal to accept the bond will mean Orion’s cousin will never feel it to begin with.
The only way for a female to find her mate is for the male to accept it first since the original vampire was male and the Gods of Old gave him a mate purely for procreation, though that changed shortly thereafter once Xenith got wind of the other Gods actions. It was never his intent when he brought Kadoc to life, and while it rectified their behavior, he couldn’t change the male’s role in things. And this means males are the only one to identify their fated match with one hundred percent certainty, the only one to know immediately they’ve found their other half, but if they deny or reject the bond, both life and blood, then the female will be none the wiser.
Sure, she may have an initial pull toward the male, feel a stir of emotions, experience a little breathless anticipation, but all of that can be explained away by an obvious or intense attraction, and forgotten as soon as they’re out of range. It means nothing unless the male fully embraces it and when he does, all bets are off. Both parties become a frenzy of need and want, desire and love, those things and more hitting hard and with a fiery passion that puts any other relationship—sexual or otherwise—to shame.
The bond between a fated pair of vampires is the most intense form of connection on the planet and I’d imagine having a Descendant as half of the couple would make it even more so, though all combinations of the bond prove to be extreme in all ways.
It is most definitely why a male-male fated pair essentially mate immediately, both parties practically struck by Cupid’s arrow directly in the dick and forced to act right away. Two females may have a harder time at first, but from what I understand according to one of my followers,even when females are matched, one has a stronger desire for the other and a kiss confirms the bond.At least that’s how Edith explained it when I was callus enough to ask rather rudely how she and Ester were able to mate without an ounce of testosterone between them. To which she followed up with, “even if our mouths weren’t sure, our pussies would have been,” and the lovely couple kindly demonstrated how sure their pussies were for me while Ester had a mouthful of my cock.
That was a valuable lesson I was happy to have learned, another mystery of how the mate bond works in case I were to ever stumble upon mine.
Not that it matters since Orion’s cousin isn’t my mate.
I do not have a mate.
I do not need a mate.
I do not want a mate, and that is final.
A final load of bullshite, but final all the same.
I watch Zephyr walk toward the back of Plasma, clearly the female knows her way around since she’s apparently going to use the employee entrance, and when she lifts her hand to give the door a good knock, she stops and looks up.
She looks up directly atme.
Thankfully she cannot actually see me, my demented and tortured mind had enough forethought to use my talent to go unseen—not invisible, but just unseen—before stalking this bewitching female constantly for the last seven nights. I’ve made myself unseen to her very purposely but right now, with the way those golden eyes search the darkness, the streetlight making them dance and glitter like precious stones of amber, for a split second I wish shewouldsee me.
And not just my physical self, though I know I’m a specimen to behold. Sharing blood with the original vampire, Kadoc, my grandfather rumored to have been the intentional and planted offspring of two very powerful Gods of Old, means I am very easy on the eyes and held entirely separate from the rest of my kind.
I am much bigger than the average vampire, just over six foot eight opposed to the more human size my kind favors, and verygirthy and grizzledas Aries put it. He also said I havethe body of a Greek god on steroidsbefore he invited me into his and Orion’s mated bed, something I politely declined simply because I do view them as more than playthings.
Something I am now grateful for since their cousin seems to be my mate.
Not that it matters because I will not accept it, but still. It would have made things far more awkward had I taken the offer then discovered Zephyr.
But even with a body most salivate over, the rest of my appearance adds to the overall appeal.
The hair on my head is thick though fine, and it is as white as the fallen snow save for the very tips, which are a deep inky-blue.
My brows and lashes, a shade or two darker than my hair, would make anyone vein enough to care jealous. They’re rather perfect, if I do say so myself, so I can’t say I’d blame them.
A bone-straight nose, sharp cheekbones and jaw, exquisite Cupid’s bow lips with adorable dimples on either side of them that pop when I am so inclined to smile. I’m extremely handsome, most definitely god-like, but even with all of that, the thing that sets me apart from all others of my kind, all others except for the few Descendants who remain, are my eyes.
Just as the waitress said, they are black.
Void of any color, no difference between the eyeball, iris or pupil. A solid black orb sitting in each eye socket with the ability to see everything, to seeall,if I so choose.
While some are drawn to me for those things, intrigued or curious about why I look the way I do, most steer clear of me because of them, and I wonder if my precious Zephyr would do the same.
And if she didn’t, if she saw past what strikes fear, would she look hard enough to actually seeme? Would she still want me if she did?
I shake the ludicrous thought from my head, push down any that are similar, and stare through the darkness at the face that will forever haunt me.
How can someone so incredibly beautiful, so perfect and radiant, so stunningly gorgeous, be bound to someone like me?
Physically we are a match, there is no question. What with her tall, tan, and tight body, the hourglass shape that makes my mouth water. She would be absolutely perfect on my arm, in my arms, and at the center of my whole world. And the very little I learned from Orion proves that our minds should meld just as well.
Not to brag, but definitely a brag, my intelligence borders on genius levels simply because after almost fifteen hundred years, one can’t help but possess vast knowledge, and her thirst for it supports she is the same.
