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.
Chapter Three Marguerite “Do you want me to pick you up after school?” Vinn asked as he dropped me off right in front of our school gate. He casually leaned on his baby- the Kawasaki ZX10R SE.“Aren’t you attending classes today?” I asked him with a slight frown.“No. I have a race scheduled for twenty minutes from now,” he glanced at his wristwatch as he spoke. “With Damsey.” He finished off.“Where?” I handed over the helmet to him.“Sea road, the third side.” He replied.“Have fun.” I said almost hurriedly as I spotted Beckie and Jacob approaching us. Vinn’s gaze alternated between me and them, and a look of realization crossed his face. “Oh, that’s why?” He whispered.I feigned ignorance. “That’s why what?” I asked.“Why you fucked that dude at the club last night.” He said, this time raising his voice so Jacob and Beckie who had already rounded upon us could hear clearly. My ears turned red as the memories of last night flashed across my mind. I’d w
Chapter Four Anders “I’m sorry, but we can’t go through with the challenge.” She said, while avoiding my gaze.“Is it because of me? Are you avoiding me, Marguerite?” I asked, watching as her hands clenched.“You think the world of yourself, don’t you?” She retorted with an irritated look. She was still actively avoiding my gaze.I approached her slowly. “Then why don’t you want the challenge to go on?” I asked her. I stopped at her front, holding her gaze this time. She swallowed visibly, before turning away.“I don’t want to. Isn’t that enough reason?” She threw back at me. “Let’s go, Vinn.” She added to her friend, and tried to leave. I regarded her friend, and my face closed up. He was good looking, but not as good as me of course. A pang of jealousy clenched my gut. The way he looked at her. Couldn’t she see it? I knew that look. It was one of a person who was totally into another. Vinn held my gaze as if it was a contest, before holding Marguerite’s h
Chapter Five Marguerite I slowly rode into the little parking lot in front of the apartment I shared with my mother, my mind filled with what happened at the academy today. The insufferable sonofabitch. My stomach rumbled at that moment, cutting my thoughts halfway. I cursed beneath my breath and took off my helmet as I approached the door. A sudden crash from within the house made me dash in. “Mum! Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes roaming around the little living room in search of anything that might have caused the noise. My eyes widened further when I saw the packing boxes and almost empty space. Behind the boxes on the floor was my mother, her gaze fiery. The source of the noise was the small vase I'd gotten for her as a present on her birthday. My mother was an item collector, and loved keeping items ranging from portraits down to a little wooden spoon. Now, the pieces of the vase littered the floor, so dangerously close to her bare legs. “What’s going on, Mum?” I asked in
Chapter Six Anders“Who hurt you?” I questioned as she wrapped her arms around my waist, and rested her head on my back. I knew it was the wrong question to ask, and that she wasn’t in the right state of mind. Else, she wouldn’t ask me to kiss her. Wouldn’t ask me to take her back to my place. Wouldn’t be resting her head on my back right now.“My bike.” Marguerite said in response. “Qyler will bring her to my place. Are you comfortable?” I asked. I felt her nod. As I revved up my bike, thoughts of tearing off whoever hurt her filled my mind. Suddenly, my bike wasn't as fast as I wanted. I’d have preferred teleporting with her back to my place. But I knew that would be a dangerous thing to do. I thought of the bags and bags of blood which were neatly arranged in my refrigerator and panicked. Shit. My usually calm and calculated self always vanished whenever I was with this woman. “Can I make a quick call, Marguerite? It’ll be fast, I promise.” I was a
Chapter Seven Anders “Your Highness,” the guard manning the door to the throne room bowed as I approached. “Open.” I nodded. The door opened to the wide throne room and I stepped in. At the far end, my parents were seated on their respective thrones and in the middle of what seemed to be a deep conversation. They didn’t notice my presence, and I didn’t bother to indicate, instead going to take a seat on one of the lower thrones. When they finally snapped out of it, my mother noticed me first.“Anders,” she called out with a smile. “You are here.” She added.“I think so.” I shrugged.I turned to my father who was regarding me with a tight frown. “Why did you summon me?” I asked bluntly.“Anders! That’s no way to speak to the King.” My mother reprimanded.“I don’t think the ‘King’ minds. Or do you, Your Royal Highness?” I asked with a lazy smile.“Cut the act, Anders. The princess is waiting for you, or have you forgotten about your date?” My father finally aske
Chapter Eight MargueriteI rubbed on my eyes as I sat up on the unfamiliar bed and equally unfamiliar room, while I tried to recall the events of the previous night. Right.Challenge. Lost the game. Currently in Anders’ home..I looked around the room once more, noting the beautiful view. It was painted cream and a light shade of purple. The bedsheets and duvet matched the purple. There was also a floor-to-ceiling window, though the blinds were currently closed, allowing little rays of sunlight to seep through. I didn’t get a good look at the room last night, while I was busy locking parts of me that I was sure I wouldn’t need anymore. That included my vulnerable and soft side. I pushed off the bed and sauntered into the en suite bathroom. And my eagerness had nothing to do with the thought of seeing Anders. At least, that was what I assured myself. I fell asleep last night while waiting. Quite used to waiting on my moth- the woman that gave birth to me, whenev
Chapter Nine AndersI eyed the plate of ratatouille and grilled fish, while debating if I should have a taste or not. I’d been at loss of what to order, and had just gone with whatever I saw first while searching through the menu. The last time I ate had been five hundred years ago, and while I was eager to test if my taste buds had awakened, I was still afraid. If the taste of food was still the same as before, that’d prove that Marguerite wasn’t my mate. Well, there was the vamp mate sex to prove that, but there had been cases where humans passed out while having sex and-I cut my thoughts midway, and pulled the bowl of stew closer. Upsetting myself with thoughts of what if’s wasn’t going to help. I’d already raised a spoonful when a sound downstairs distracted me. I sprung up from the chair and rushed down just as Qyler walked in with an unconscious Marguerite in his arms and a solemn expression on his face. I stiffened, my gaze alternating between the both
Chapter Ten Anders “I can’t say the same for you,” I grunted, as I stared at Vinn. He was casually dressed, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he regarded me. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked.“I don’t know. Move out of the way.” I ordered.“Stay away from Marguerite,” he called out from behind me. I turned to look at him, a slight smile dancing on my lips.“And why would I do that?” I retorted.His words faltered, and he swallowed. “You’re bad news. Stay away from her.” He repeated, his confidence mounting.“Marguerite is an adult, old enough to make decisions for herself. Do you think otherwise?” I asked him.His lips parted to speak, but I held my hand up, halting him. Then I left him standing there.Qyler was surrounded by two ladies when I walked into the club. It seemed the host of the party had booked the entire place for their party tonight. My friend’s eyebrows furrowed as I took a seat beside him. “What was that about?” He asked.“Not
Chapter Thirteen AndersMarguerite was laughing wholeheartedly with Mel when we arrived at the Island. She barely spared me a glance. And when I attempted to speak to her, Mel stopped me.“She’s afraid of you,” she confided in me, after pulling me to the side.“What? Am I a monster?” I questioned in disbelief.“Well, she’s just regretting the fact that you’re going loco.” She said. “Her words.” She added when I frowned. “She’s also falling for you. A one-night stand? Really?” Mel teased, and went back to Marguerite’s side.“You didn’t speak to Mel.” I pointed out to Qyler, as he approached me.“We exchanged greetings.” He mumbled.I didn’t press it, but instead watched as Mel led Marguerite up the stone steps, and over to the west wing of the Island. There were six buildings reserved for the Sovereigns of every continent. Years ago, vampires had spread over and settled down everywhere around the world. Mel was currently leading my mate to the African wing.
Chapter Twelve Anders“Do you think she bought the explanation?” I asked Qyler, while adjusting my position on one of the spectators’ seats. My friend shrugged.“Well, she hasn’t moved out of your home yet, so I’d say, yes.” He replied.I grunted, watching as Marguerite’s bike appeared from the corner. It was a humid afternoon, and I’d rather be inside my home, on my bed, doing whatever. However, since Marguerite questioned us about the stacks of blood in my home, I was afraid to leave her alone even for a moment, lest she ran away. I could still feel how terrified of her question I’d been. Suddenly tongue-tied, I hadn’t been able to form a coherent sentence. Thankfully, Qyler had come to my rescue and explained that he worked in a blood bank, and some issues had come up with where the blood were being stored back at his workplace. He’d added that he was given the task of keeping the blood safe until the issue was resolved. I couldn’t tell if Marguerite had bel
Chapter Eleven MargueriteI pressed my legs together, in an attempt to forget how my body had reacted to Anders’ touch. I closed my eyes with a sigh. Pathetic.I was reacting like a virgin Victorian miss on her first night. Just after a single dance. And when he’d leaned closer and breathed against my throat, I’d melted like jelly. Heck, I was aroused as it was. If our agreement was going to hold any weight, I needed to set boundaries. And maybe get laid. That could only be the reason why I was getting all tingly just by a single touch from him. I made a silent vow to have a serious conversation with him when I got back home from the party. Boundaries. No touching.“…and you’re missing race practice. You weren’t in school today too.” I heard Vinn say when I finally tuned in to what he was saying. For whatever reason, he’d been acting grumpy all evening. He’d insisted on booking a ride for us himself. Still caught up in thoughts about Anders, I hadn’t argued.“W
Chapter Ten Anders “I can’t say the same for you,” I grunted, as I stared at Vinn. He was casually dressed, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he regarded me. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked.“I don’t know. Move out of the way.” I ordered.“Stay away from Marguerite,” he called out from behind me. I turned to look at him, a slight smile dancing on my lips.“And why would I do that?” I retorted.His words faltered, and he swallowed. “You’re bad news. Stay away from her.” He repeated, his confidence mounting.“Marguerite is an adult, old enough to make decisions for herself. Do you think otherwise?” I asked him.His lips parted to speak, but I held my hand up, halting him. Then I left him standing there.Qyler was surrounded by two ladies when I walked into the club. It seemed the host of the party had booked the entire place for their party tonight. My friend’s eyebrows furrowed as I took a seat beside him. “What was that about?” He asked.“Not
Chapter Nine AndersI eyed the plate of ratatouille and grilled fish, while debating if I should have a taste or not. I’d been at loss of what to order, and had just gone with whatever I saw first while searching through the menu. The last time I ate had been five hundred years ago, and while I was eager to test if my taste buds had awakened, I was still afraid. If the taste of food was still the same as before, that’d prove that Marguerite wasn’t my mate. Well, there was the vamp mate sex to prove that, but there had been cases where humans passed out while having sex and-I cut my thoughts midway, and pulled the bowl of stew closer. Upsetting myself with thoughts of what if’s wasn’t going to help. I’d already raised a spoonful when a sound downstairs distracted me. I sprung up from the chair and rushed down just as Qyler walked in with an unconscious Marguerite in his arms and a solemn expression on his face. I stiffened, my gaze alternating between the both
Chapter Eight MargueriteI rubbed on my eyes as I sat up on the unfamiliar bed and equally unfamiliar room, while I tried to recall the events of the previous night. Right.Challenge. Lost the game. Currently in Anders’ home..I looked around the room once more, noting the beautiful view. It was painted cream and a light shade of purple. The bedsheets and duvet matched the purple. There was also a floor-to-ceiling window, though the blinds were currently closed, allowing little rays of sunlight to seep through. I didn’t get a good look at the room last night, while I was busy locking parts of me that I was sure I wouldn’t need anymore. That included my vulnerable and soft side. I pushed off the bed and sauntered into the en suite bathroom. And my eagerness had nothing to do with the thought of seeing Anders. At least, that was what I assured myself. I fell asleep last night while waiting. Quite used to waiting on my moth- the woman that gave birth to me, whenev
Chapter Seven Anders “Your Highness,” the guard manning the door to the throne room bowed as I approached. “Open.” I nodded. The door opened to the wide throne room and I stepped in. At the far end, my parents were seated on their respective thrones and in the middle of what seemed to be a deep conversation. They didn’t notice my presence, and I didn’t bother to indicate, instead going to take a seat on one of the lower thrones. When they finally snapped out of it, my mother noticed me first.“Anders,” she called out with a smile. “You are here.” She added.“I think so.” I shrugged.I turned to my father who was regarding me with a tight frown. “Why did you summon me?” I asked bluntly.“Anders! That’s no way to speak to the King.” My mother reprimanded.“I don’t think the ‘King’ minds. Or do you, Your Royal Highness?” I asked with a lazy smile.“Cut the act, Anders. The princess is waiting for you, or have you forgotten about your date?” My father finally aske
Chapter Six Anders“Who hurt you?” I questioned as she wrapped her arms around my waist, and rested her head on my back. I knew it was the wrong question to ask, and that she wasn’t in the right state of mind. Else, she wouldn’t ask me to kiss her. Wouldn’t ask me to take her back to my place. Wouldn’t be resting her head on my back right now.“My bike.” Marguerite said in response. “Qyler will bring her to my place. Are you comfortable?” I asked. I felt her nod. As I revved up my bike, thoughts of tearing off whoever hurt her filled my mind. Suddenly, my bike wasn't as fast as I wanted. I’d have preferred teleporting with her back to my place. But I knew that would be a dangerous thing to do. I thought of the bags and bags of blood which were neatly arranged in my refrigerator and panicked. Shit. My usually calm and calculated self always vanished whenever I was with this woman. “Can I make a quick call, Marguerite? It’ll be fast, I promise.” I was a
Chapter Five Marguerite I slowly rode into the little parking lot in front of the apartment I shared with my mother, my mind filled with what happened at the academy today. The insufferable sonofabitch. My stomach rumbled at that moment, cutting my thoughts halfway. I cursed beneath my breath and took off my helmet as I approached the door. A sudden crash from within the house made me dash in. “Mum! Are you okay?” I asked, my eyes roaming around the little living room in search of anything that might have caused the noise. My eyes widened further when I saw the packing boxes and almost empty space. Behind the boxes on the floor was my mother, her gaze fiery. The source of the noise was the small vase I'd gotten for her as a present on her birthday. My mother was an item collector, and loved keeping items ranging from portraits down to a little wooden spoon. Now, the pieces of the vase littered the floor, so dangerously close to her bare legs. “What’s going on, Mum?” I asked in