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“Why?” my question is sharper than I intended, but she doesn’t seem to care.
“He is evil, I have dreaded every visit for some time.” She confesses waving her hand in the air.
“Why does he visit you?” I ask, suspicion still at the forefront of my mind. The thought of her so close to such an evil man has my gut tensing.
“I wish he wouldn’t, but he comes to have his questions answered and unfortunately I can’t say no.” her reply confuses me. What could he possibly have on her that he is making her do something against her will. Just the thought of him threatening her has my rage peaking, more than ever I want my hands around his neck.
“What do you mean with his questions answered, what questions?” I ask raising my fists to my waist, forcing myself to hold still and not stretch my hand out to her. If I must touch her then everything will be over, and she might resent me for all eternity. Once Elementals touch their mates for the first time there is a chemical reaction that links the mates. Once I touch her, she will forever be mine, more than anything I want to pull her close and to hell with the consequences, but I don’t want to force my woman, I want our bond to start in the right footing.
“I’m a fortune teller, people come to me to answer their questions.” She shrugs as she tells me what she does, tells me the reason for why that son of a bitch was here to see her.
All the Elemental mates have gifts, all of them have a power that strengthens with their bond. My woman can tell the future, she can see what others can’t. She will fit well into the club, the other women will take her in and help her integrate into our life, into our world.
“What did he want to know?”
“He was looking for a woman, he wanted to know if he was going to find her.” she replies, a slight smile lifting her lips as she leans towards me as if telling me a secret. “I told him he is, but I didn’t tell him that he was going to be stopped just as he finds her by…” she stops raising a hand to point at me, “he’s going to be stopped by you.” Her answer pleases me to know that I am finally going to stop the fucker.
“Do you know who the woman is that he was looking for?” she shakes her head in reply.
“No, I’m sorry. The only thing I can tell you is that she was living in a house in the middle of nowhere and she was blind.” I nod at her answer, that should streamline the search for the woman that he is looking for. I am trying to think rationally but all I want to do is grab her and make her mine. Her lips are luscious, beautiful rose colored, I’m sure that they will taste like ambrosia on my tongue.
“Are you okay?” she asks taking another step closer, a frown appearing between her brows as she looks at me in concern. She is just a step away, her nearness pushing me to my very boundaries of willpower.
“What’s your name?” instead of answering her I distract her with a question of my own, knowing her name is upmost on my mind.
“Druza” she whispers licking her lips, her reaction telling me that she’s feeling the same pull that I am. “umm…you should leave before anyone sees you here.” She says breaking eye contact as she looks behind her.
“No” my reply has her tensing as her eyes snap back to mine.
“No?” she queries.
“No”
“Why, I have given you your answers.” Her voice is breathless, her breathing has sped up which has my every nerve on end as I see her breasts rising and falling with each breath. “If they find you here, they will hurt you.” A smile widens my lips, a smile which I haven’t had for what seems like years. This woman before me is already working her miracle on me and I haven’t even made her mine yet.
“I can handle myself.” I reply wanting to be by her side for as long as I possibly can, as I don’t think I can let her out of my site, out of my reach.
“What else do you need, I have already given you what you wanted.”
“I need you.” She gasps at my reply, her head shaking slowly from side to side, her beautiful hair flowing behind her at the movement. Her hand lifts to touch me, I am so engrossed on the movement that I completely forget to move away. As soon as I feel her hand on my arm It’s like an explosion happens within my soul and my world suddenly comes to right.
I should have moved away, I should have explained everything to her and given her the option of deciding to become my mate. I know what I should have done, and I’m more than likely going to regret not doing it, but I am glad that I didn’t.
DRUZA 3
I don’t know what it is about this man that calls to me, his very presence is like a hypnotic drug that pulls me in. When I first saw him I thought the Goddess of light had sent me this God of a man. His raven hair calling for my fingers to run through it, I want to see if its as dark as it seems. His beautiful eyes boring deep into my soul, unflinching, reading my every expression.
It’s his eyes that kept me fixated on him, there is a deep sadness in them that pulls at my heart strings. It’s his voice that kept me here talking to him, making conversation, its like a soothing ripple of water in the darkness. The minute I saw him it was like the exhaustion I was feeling just melted away, his very presence revitalizes my being.
When he said he needed me I should have run away, I should be running away but the feel of his skin under my fingertips is sending a tingle through my body that feels like my very blood is vibrating. Maybe I was wrong, maybe he is a God.
I touched him to tell him that I was to be married in two days, to let him know that whatever he was thinking it was not possible because my parents had committed to this marriage, and if he was thinking that he was just going to have his way with me then he is mistaken because I will not let myself be taken by this passion that this man ignites in me.
I want to, but I won’t let myself. “What do you need me for?” I know my voice is breathless, the energy it is taking me to talk is confusing. I have never been so attracted to anyone in my life, in my twenty-four years I have had crushes, but nothing that would making me forget my next breath.
“To be mine,” his words are like a spear of passion penetrating my every cell.
“I can’t be yours,” I confess, wondering what the hell I am saying. I only met the man a couple of minutes ago, how did his questions lead to this? It is crazy, but this feeling of rightness is making my head spin, “I belong to someone else.” I whisper, just as my legs lose all power to hold me up and I start to crumble.
