Chapter Two

Chapter Two

                     Anders 

Mine.

She was my mate.

Shit.

“What are you saying? While I think you’re hot, any slight symptom of mental instability is sure to send me running far away.” She chuckled.

I glanced at her forehead once more, trying to force my way into her mind and see if I could read her. I met a blank wall just like my first and second trials. I couldn’t read or hear the thoughts of the beautiful woman in front of me. I needed no further conviction that she was my mate. If anything, the mate force which moved through us moments ago confirmed it. 

I wanted to grab her, and take her back with me right at that moment. But something told me that it wouldn’t end well if I yielded to my inner impulse. And so I held her hand cautiously and led her to the VIP room. The music there was calmer and the walls were soundproof. After controlling the minds of the guards outside, and ensuring that we’d be the only ones in the room, I led her in. 

“There’s no one here. That’s strange.” She added, looking around. 

“You haven’t told me your name,” I murmured instead, in an effort to change the topic, while trying hard to move my focus away from her curvy beautiful body. Her tanned skin blended well with the sleeveless red mini dress she was putting on. And when my eyes slid down her long legs and down to her heels, I felt a certain part of me stirring. 

Damned mate bond.

“Marguerite,” she muttered just as I finally succeeded in dragging my attention to her.

“Pardon?” I frowned, pulling her against me gently, and allowing my hands to rest on her waist as we swayed to the music.

“My name is Marguerite. Yours?” She repeated once more.

“Anders.” I replied.

“Anders,” she rolled the name over her tongue, and my body stirred again. “Just Anders, or is that short for Anderson?” She questioned with a forced smile.

“Just Anders.” I said in response to her question.

“Right. Anders, don’t you think the music is too slow for a club kind of vibe?” Her eyes locked on mine, and her lips subconsciously parted. I let my gaze linger on its beautiful plumpness, before lifting it back to her alluring eyes. 

“What do you suggest?” I asked calmly.

She seemed to ponder for a minute. Then her eyes lit up. “Why don’t we make our own music?” She suggested.

My heart picked up speed as I imagined what she meant. 

“And by making our own music, you mean singing faster with our mouths?” I questioned, ignoring how aroused I was getting.

“Close enough, but with our bodies instead. Are you trying to act gentlemanly, or are you always this way?” She asked with a flirtatious smile. I wondered if she was the one in control of her mind, or the alcohol which she drank earlier on.

“I try.” I shrugged.

“I’ve always fantasized about having a one-night stand. Good thing you look so hot.  Let’s get down to it.” She let her hands roam over my chest and I sucked in a breath.

“Slow down, Marguerite. You don’t even know me.” I held both of her hands in a strong grip, as my heartbeat quickened once more.

“Yes. But I do know you’re good looking. We should hurry. My friend will be here with my bike soon enough to pick me up from the club.” She tried to free her hands but I held on still. 

“Bike? Interesting.” I whispered.

“What is?” She questioned, raising a brow. 

“I haven’t seen a female biker before, and before you, was convinced I’d never find one.” I explained.

She harrumphed. “Typical male mentality.”

“No, no, that’s not it,” I began saying again, but she cut me off.

“Are you a biker?” She questioned, looking me over. Feeling her stare linger on my lower body, I suddenly felt self conscious.

“I am.” I replied.

“Interesting.” She chuckled.

A smile teased my lips too. “What is?”

“I haven’t seen a male biker without tattoos before. Almost everyone at my academy has one.” She replied with a shrug. 

“Academy? As in training school for professional bikers- academy?” I asked to be doubly sure. 

She nodded.

Damn. 

She was interesting. That was certain.

“I have tattoos, Marguerite. You can’t see them because I’m covered by my outfit.” I pointed towards my jacket.

Her eyes lit up. “May I see them?” She requested, already proceeding to pull off my jacket.

“Careful how you touch me, Marguerite.” The warning was out before I could stop it. 

My words didn’t stop her however. “Why? Are you afraid you’d detonate?” She teased, finally succeeding in taking off my jacket. 

“Wow,” she whispered, running her tongue against her lower lip subconsciously. She then went on to run her fingers against my tattooed arms. I sucked in a breath yet again, just at the same time her body jolted. I knew very well that the mating force was kicking in, but I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted her to touch me, I wanted to touch her.

Pin her against the couch in the room, and make love to her. 

Scratch that. I was certain that with the way my body was currently pulsating beneath just her touch, I wouldn’t be able to control myself to make gentle love to her.

“You have to stop now, Marguerite.” I exhaled sharply just as she ran her hands again over my chest. 

“Or what? You’d tie me up?” She smirked.

I pulled her against my body swiftly, and slammed my lips against hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth while I was at it. She moaned into my mouth, and circled her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my body. I groaned at the contact, as the mating force intensified.

I knew what’d happen if I had sex with my mate, especially in such a public place such as this. Yet I ignored that rational part of me, and lifted her by the waist so she could round mine with her legs. I groaned in pleasure at the contact. 

Damned mating force and intensifying pleasure between mates by double percentage.

That meant that whatever I’d feel while having sex with another woman, I’d feel pleasure a hundred times higher while having sex with my own mate.

Mate. I loved the sound of it.

Against my body, Marguerite was now actively grinding, while kissing me like her life depended on it. I responded in kind, taking us towards the couch and lowering her on it. 

“Hurry,” she whispered against my ear, as I lowered myself on her, taking care so I didn’t crush her beneath my weight. I unfreed my dick faster than I’d ever done, and lifted her dress up.

“Should I be surprised or concerned that you aren’t wearing panties?” I teased, fanning warm air on her neck. She shivered.

“You should be fucking me instead.” She replied, lifting her arms to circle them around my neck once more. I thrusted into her in one long but gentle stroke, and if I didn’t truly understand the strength of the mating force, I did just then. It was almost like I felt her pleasure and mine combined together and the intensity was quadrupled. 

“Fuck…” I cursed, when after three thrusts, a blinding powerful rush engulfed my body making me go limp.

“Not now.” I groaned just as I fell unconscious.

**

When I came to once more, I was all alone on the couch. I sat up in self scorn. How could I have ignored the fact that all vamp mates always passed out after sex? 

I looked up to see a tall figure standing at the entrance. 

“Qyler,” I merely said in acknowledgment of his presence. 

My best friend chuckled as he strolled in, both hands in his pockets . “What an epic scene. I wish I had recorded it. Who would have thought that the almighty Prince Anders would have sex with a random woman at a club someday?”

A strange heat unfurled up my chest, and I gripped his neck in a swift move. “She’s not a random woman.” I warned, and I could feel my eyes turning red.

“Noted.” He responded in an unfazed manner.

“Where’s she? How did she leave? Did you-” I narrowed my eyes on him, getting ready to punch his face.

“Easy,” he raised both hands in mock surrender. “I followed you over here to ensure that you weren’t trying to run away. I watched you talk to her, and decided to stay back. Sometime after you both left for the VIP room, a guy arrived at the club. I read his mind when he started to approach the same room where you both were.”

“And what was his mission?” I asked impatiently.

“According to his thoughts, she was his friend, and he was worried that she was being taken advantage of, in her drunken state.” He continued.

“I didn’t take advantage of her. She is my vamp ma-” 

“Vamp mate. Yeah, I know.” He interrupted me. 

“You know?” I frowned.

“Of course. Why else do you think I didn’t wipe off her memories?” He made a face.

“Right. What happened next?” I asked.

“Well, I controlled her friend’s mind until you both woke up from your little sleep.” He laughed.

“I saw nothing, in case you were wondering. Both of you were still fully dressed, aside from your jacket of course.” He added. “He drove her home on a bike.” He finished off.

I exhaled, and rose to my feet. “Make preparations. We’re attending the biking academy in this city.”

“But you wanted the one in Germany.” He reminded me.

I shrugged. “Germany, France. All the same. Make your enquiries. Everything should be ready by tomorrow.”

“L’Intrėpide Biking Academy.” He said.

“What?” 

“That’s the name of the biking academy they both attend. I read it from Vinn’s mind.” Qyler replied.

“It’s decided then. Make preparations to enroll us both.” I ordered and led the way out.

I didn’t care how it was going to happen. Marguerite was mine, and mine only. And I was going to get her.