Soul-Mate (Immortal Love 1) (10 page)

“So, tell me about your day.” He led me by the hand to the couch where we sat.

“What?” I asked, confused.
Was he serious? He wanted to talk? Really?

“I want to know how your day was. Did you like the kids? Were the other teachers nice to you?”

“They’re teens, not kids,” I corrected, “and everything was okay. The other teachers are nice enough. Shane,” I whispered, near his mouth. I wanted to be kissed and get lost in his arms while making love to him. “Have you just come here to talk?” I teased, kissing him softly and tantalizing him with my tongue. He smelled wonderful, and I’d missed touching him. His skin was addictive, and I liked to listen to his heartbeat increase whenever we touched.

He closed his eyes like an invitation for me to continue my pursuit. And I did.

“I came here to check on you and to complain about you ignoring me all day,” he said, sighing.

“So… now that you’ve done that,” I whispered over his warm skin, flooding it with kisses, “can we use the rest of the night to…” I was silenced by his demanding mouth on mine, his tongue caressing mine. I loved the way his lips touched me. I loved the way he wrapped me in his arms with so much caution and concern, while his mouth made me lose all sense of gravity. His plump, soft lips made it difficult to stop kissing them. My hands enjoyed unbuttoning his shirt slowly while I caressed his shapely torso.

My breasts were hard with desire. I felt impatient when he slowly started to unbutton my shirt while kissing my neck and my shoulders. Then he opened his hands over my breasts to feel them, and, seconds later, his mouth fell on one of my nipples. He played with his tongue and lips for a while, giving equal attention to each breast.

By then, I was lying against the couch with a cushion at my back, my fingers running through his hair, caressing it. I was constantly gasping, feeling my stomach swirl with lust and chills. I liked that. I liked his hands on my waist, gripping hard, and his mouth on my breasts, but I was missing him inside me. It was almost crazy how much I needed to make love to him, to ease my mind and body. So I grabbed his belt and unbuckled it with impatience then did the same to his pants. My hand went inside, caressing it and feeling it harden. I got even hornier. I listened to him complain and gasp for air, and then, moments after, he grabbed me by my waist, laid me along the couch, and took my shirt off along with his own. Then he just ripped my shorts off my legs, pausing to look at my almost-naked body. I just had my panties on. I didn’t care. I wanted him to fall over me so I could feel the touch of his skin over mine, so I could kiss him senseless while we made love.

Instead, his mouth felt over my panties, and I almost came right there. I moved under his mouth while his hands grabbed the panties and took them off. Then he gently spread my legs and took me to heaven. His mouth kissed my most intimate place; his tongue explored it, massaging my clitoris and making me have several orgasms over and over again until I couldn’t take any more and my throat was sore from moaning. My hips danced again and again against his mouth with his hands caressing and grabbing my butt and thighs.

When I thought it was over, he turned me onto my stomach. He slowly kissed me on my spine, taking his time on my neck while rubbing my intimate place with two fingers. After, his hand helped his hard cock inside me. I was so wet that it slid in effortlessly. He moved my hips so he could go deeper. Then he put one hand on my breast, the other on my right hip, and started to thrust inside me. I could feel him really well. He was filling me, making me moan with pleasure each time he would come and go, finishing with a good stroke that sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body.

It was driving me insane with lust. He wasn’t doing it fast. He was taking his time. Each stroke was perfect and mind-blowing, as if we were becoming one. He mastered all my movements, making all the effort. I came again, and I felt his spasms inside me, doubling the pleasure and making me urgently gasp for air and feel my claws grow and clench on the couch. It wasn’t just my claws: my vampire teeth also came out, making me feel a bit scared of losing control. I didn’t want to attack him. I just couldn’t control the happiness that my little monsters were feeling, being with Shane.

That’s what I called the creatures that took over my shape when I let my fangs out or shifted to my panther’s form. But it was a loving term, because I loved my vampire and panther a lot. They were the reason for my strength and immortality. Besides, they were my parents’s legacy. They made me with all their love. I could never forget that. I was made out of love, because a vampire and a panther shifter refused to obey the stupid rules. I had the better of two races, and I refused to believe that I was a genetic anomaly. If the gods gave soul-mates in other races, then it would be because it was okay to mingle. They just forgot that their progeny would be lacking something. But humans didn’t have the ability to find their soul-mates, either, even if some believed they had one. Maybe we just had to look harder to find ours, even if the other races claimed that we didn’t have a soul-mate and insisted that we were aberrations, that we shouldn’t exist.

I refused to believe I was just a mistake that happened because of the ability to conceive between different races. The theories were plenty, and none pleased me. I didn’t agree with the ancient laws and was glad that mentalities were changing, even if a lot of creatures still saw it as wrong to mingle. Nevertheless, the world was not perfect. There were bad and good people and some in between; therefore, there were people who were liberal about interspecies mating and the existence of hybrids, and there were ones who were not. I, for one, was glad to find a community where all seemed happy living together. But I was letting my thoughts run wild again.

I calmed my heartbeat and took control of my body, hiding my teeth and claws, and then I felt Shane holding me in a tight hug, grinding his chest against my back. I could hear his heartbeat slowing down. We were still on the couch, but I was not touching it. I was floating above it inside his arms, wrapped inside a cocoon of bliss. I could have stayed like that forever, but I knew it was making him tired.

“Are you okay, Shane?” I asked, worried. His breath was extremely heavy. I was not good at guessing, but I thought maybe he was also trying to control his wolf. It reminded me that I would love to see his wolf form. I was sure it was beautiful, but I cast that thought away. Shane was not mine to be romantic about. I had no right to see his wolf. His wolf would probably care less about me. I was not his mate. I was just an entertainment until he found his soul-mate.

I should not think about those things while making love to him
. It made me feel sad. I didn’t want to be sad anymore. I had been miserable for the last eight years. I wanted to enjoy life with Shane as long as I could, wanted to have a nice memory of him when I was gone.

“I’m okay… So, can we talk now?” he asked, trying to be funny, and we both started to laugh. He loosened his grip on me a bit, and I was able to turn around and face him. I stared into his beautiful eyes. I caressed the hair near his forehead. His eyes
never
shifted before me: he had amazing control of his wolf. And once again, the question about what his wolf would be like crossed my mind.

“I should work now…” I said, sighing after a long silent stare from the both of us. It was said with no conviction, though, because I honestly hadn’t any willpower to leave his arms after that memorable sex on the couch.

“You will have time for that. Now you are going to give me your other phone number, have a shower with me, and then we are going to bed. That is, if you don’t mind me staying the night here with you.”

“Spend the night here?” I asked, not expecting to hear that.

“Don’t you want me to spend the night with you?” He seemed disappointed, as if I had just hurt his feelings. I was really clumsy with my words. I felt like kicking myself. The last thing I wanted was for him to have that gloomy look in his eyes; it made me feel like crap. But I was not used to having a relationship like that. I was certainly not used to having someone like Shane. Shane was sensitive, sweet, romantic, and probably a mind-reader. Shane was incredible!

My dad was sweet like that with my mom. They were mates, and they spent their time together, sharing everything, being romantic. I almost felt like crying at that moment, as I remembered them.

“What’s wrong, Anna?” he asked, alarmed by the tears that came to my eyes. I tried to hide them but without any success, because I was still in his arms, and he had no intention of letting me go. “What did I do?” He seemed really troubled by my state. I guessed that he could feel my heartbeat increase and my body shiver. I tried really hard to think about something else and not start sobbing. It was just that I loved them so much that I couldn’t help but feeling emotional.

“You did nothing.” I held him closer, placing my head on his shoulder and taking in his smell and the peace his arms gave my soul.

Why couldn’t he be just mine?
Why did he have to have a mate?
I was so jealous of her right then! I wanted to belong to someone. I wanted to belong to
him
. I thought he was perfect. He always said the right words and was sweet and kind.
She will be so lucky to have Shane!

Why was I feeling all that need and sudden desire for a soul-mate?
I had never been interested in finding a man and settling down to have a family and be a normal girl. My life was just messy and confused. My mission and my real work were all I needed until that moment, until Shane came into my life. I needed to be rational, but at the same time, I was feeling everything except rational. I was feeling sad, needy; I just wanted to be in his arms and hold him really tight. It was the only thing that had calmed me down over the past few days
. Why couldn’t he be just mine?

I knew my parents loved me, but why did they make me if they knew that I would never have something like they had: a soul-mate? If only I knew how to get to them, those gods who play dice with our lives, I would beat them senseless!

“I’ll leave if you want me to leave,” he said, as if he had just come to terms with something. I opened my eyes, coming out of my troubled stormy world of thoughts.

“No. I don’t want you to leave. I’m just an idiot like that sometimes. We’ll do whatever you want,” I whispered near his ear, kissing it softly.

I saw the smile he had on his face. That made me feel happy. He was easy to please. I almost laughed at that thought, even if I was confused as to why he wanted to spend so much time with me.

Then I was pulled off of that uncomfortable couch and stood in front of his naked body, fully aware that I was also naked. I couldn’t help but stare at him and felt my body shiver, not from sadness but from
lust
. I was getting aroused again, and I realized that I had never liked sex so much. It used to be a controllable thing, a hormonal problem to fix during some months of the year. I would normally lose interest after a couple of times. I’d had some good-looking lovers before, but no one like Shane. He makes my blood boil; he woke up every single part of my undiscovered desires, yearnings, and fantasies.

Shane had an intriguing smile on his lips and a really nice glow in his eyes. I was also feeling my whole being glow with happiness. It was utterly weird and wonderful at the same time.

“How big is the shower in this place?” he asked, bringing me to his arms and making our naked bodies touch.

“Not big enough,” I sighed, standing on my tiptoes to get near his mouth and kiss him.

He knew we weren’t going to stop kissing, because he held on to me and lifted me up to carry me to the bathroom. And I had to confess that I loved to be treated like that, like a girl. I liked him carrying me around like it was the most natural thing to do. It felt good being pampered, and I understood how concerned he was about my well-being and feelings.

I DON’T KNOW
how he did it, but I spent more time at his place in the two weeks that followed than I did at my motel room. The sex was amazing; that was one of the reasons I stayed at Shane’s place and left my mark all over his bedroom and bathroom. He didn’t seem to mind. It wasn’t just about the sex, though. Shane was amazing to spend time with. He made me laugh and feel happy. He was affectionate and really supportive when I had homework to correct and papers to grade. And he gave wonderful massages. Basically, he was too good to be true.

One of my highlights of the day was to have lunch with Shane at the town diner, Mama Bear’s Diner. We met there because it was next to our workplaces. The other was to finish the day next to him. Haven’t I already said that the sex was amazing? We were always touching when we were together, and it was hard to keep our clothes on when we got to his place at night for dinner. He looked hot in a uniform, even if he normally preferred to wear normal, casual clothes. Who was I kidding? He looked hot in any kind of clothes or out of them!

At school, things were okay, even if the other teachers acted strangely. It was probably because they thought I was the only human among them and didn’t know what was going on there. But they were all nice enough, and I made some friends among the other teachers, like the drama teacher and the cute vampire girl who taught math. Actually, the whole town was nice and peaceful. It was as though no one was supernatural at all. Too bad I knew better than to trust first impressions.

The teenagers seemed, at first sight, normal and lazy. There were the jocks, the emos, the popular kids, the outcasts, the geeks, and other types I could not classify. Of course, then we had to divide the groups into wolves, vampires, witches, succubi, other shifters, and the hybrids. There were also a lot of human students from nearby villages, because, even if the school was private, they had scholarships, and let’s face it, humans were like a plague. They existed everywhere, despite the village’s intention to remain free of them or, at least, keep the supernatural knowledge safe from them.