Bronwen
“Okay. Now it is time for Project Truth. Come on, lay it on me.”
Morana is sitting criss-cross-applesauce on my bed, bouncing with excitement, while I lean back against the headboard in resignation. “Okay.. where do you want me to start?”
“Do it in order. So..?” She asks questioningly and I sigh. Great. She wants to discuss my sexual experiences in chronological order. Well, alphabetical order to since Andras comes before No
Bronwen “No- I mean, yes- I..” Andras rears back as if I have shocked him. I realize that I am stumbling over my words like an idiot. I shake my head. Fuck it! I give up trying to use words, since I am clearly having a problem with that right now, and simply grab Andras's face, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He groans against my lips and my hands fist in his hair. I open my mouth and he takes the hint, his tongue pushing through.
Andras"Ookkayyy... I don't really know what that means."I watch as her face shows no recognition at the word. I just see a look of blank confusion on her beautiful face and I let out a long sigh. Now comes the hard part. I have to try to explain the mate bond without her thinking that I am some kind of a damn loon. “Mate?” Bronwen repeats skeptically, to which I nod. We are already off to a bad start because judging by the look on h
Bronwen “I do.” The sound of my words are still echoing in my mind. I meant them when I said them. I want to be with him, forever. Judging by the surprise in his eyes, he never really expected me to agree so quickly, if at all. I am beginning to worry that maybe I shouldn't have said anything, when I see the smile on his face. It starts out slow, as if he is waiting for me to take my words back. When I don't, his smile grows until his face is wreathed in pure ecstasy. I knew from the second I saw him that we had a connection between us but I knew from the moment that he first
Andras I don't think that I will ever forget the terror that I felt when I heard Bronwen scream, the sound ringing out in the store, echoing in my mind. I am kicking myself for not paying better attention to my surroundings. When I am in a public place like this, I tend to tune out my senses. If I used my hearing or smell, I would be overloaded, so I try to just focus on one thing at a time. I was doing really well until my one thing that I was focusing on left me alone. Then I was trying to find something to hone in on when I should have stayed focused on her. Anything could have happened to her while I was trying not to breathe in the over-powering scent of perfumes, body odors and over-ripe produce in th
Bronwen “Well, it is easy enough to explain, it' is just that it might be a little bit harder to understand... maybe. As you would expect when you hear the terms 'mating' and 'claiming', it involves sex. Not that we have a problem with that.” He gives me a sexy smirk and I swat at his chest, giggling. “It is pretty much that I have to um, bite you, before we.. finish.” “Bite me?” Finish? As in.. climax? He has to bite me as we orgasm? “On your neck.” He co
Andras I hear the word mate and I am by her side in the blink of an eye. I growl at the man, wanting to tear him limb from limb. I feel a deep burning urge deep inside me to attack him and to protect Bronwen. To show him that she is mine and to warn him against even speaking to her. He can't just come in here claiming that she is his mate and that he was drawn to her. She is mine. Mine. “She is not your mate!” I feel her small hand come to rest on my arm, trying to calm my blazing anger. She tugs me backwards, but I don't budge. I keep my glare trained on the man, the deep
Bronwen Andras and I are sitting at the table in the dining room at his house, waiting for Alec and Morana to get here. They decided to take our old house and let us keep the Beresford's house, since our house was closer to Alec's work. We had to divide houses because Andras said he did not appreciate hearing their love life, to which Morana agreed. She said it wasn't very pleasant for her either. But since neither guys liked the thought of abstinance, they decided living in different houses was the way to go. So we split up houses, with Andras and I staying together. It feels really
My mom? My mom was his mate? How could that even be? “She, your mom, was raised in Georgia. Grew up in a farm house right outside of the territory boundary of our pack. I used to sneak over and play with her when were little kids. She was my best friend and we did everything together. As teens, we would sneak off and go for walks through the trees, lay out under the stars and talk all night. We were each others first kiss, first love, first.. uh, everything. I loved her long before I felt the call the mate bond. She was my whole world from the time I turned six years old.” He looks so sad, bending his head over his knees, lost