28. Mates, part 8.
OCCISOR ADMITS BEING ATTRACTED TO HERText content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Three days later…
It’s been thirteen days since Mary and Margaret went on a mission in another country.
Thirteen days since Occisor and Sasha were left alone under the same roof and sharing the same room, sleeping in the same bed. Occisor feels his body strange, his mind and hormones all in a complete mess. At that time Sasha’s body has changed a lot, now it has more curves, her bottom is bigger and her breasts are fuller and these changes do not go unnoticed by the eyes of the hunter in Occisor.
Amazing how in just thirteen days her body went from being malnourished to being so damn hot. Occisor, since her rejection, feels his hands sting with the immense desire to squeeze the warm and soft meat of her beautiful body.
Sasha in turn also feels like touching her mate’s strong, warm body, but she doesn’t want to be an object in his hands, which he will use and then discard. She misses Mary, though her relationship with Occisor has improved by a million times since she left. For exactly three days they’ve been practicing hunting. And today was no different, instead of eating in the evening, they ate in the morning.
The night wind passes through the bedroom window carrying with it the fresh scent of the snow. Sasha is sitting by the window admiring the sky, the stars are very bright and it’s a full moon. It was very rare the times when the young woman could admire the moon, sleeping in a basement had no benefits at all. After a few more seconds she decides to close the window and walks to the bed, blows out the candle and sits down on the bed.
Her heart is at war with her brain, and the reason is nothing less than Occisor. She doesn’t know what to think about him anymore. When he met her, he wanted to kill her anyway, then he was just cold and insensitive, he called her skinny and unattractive and in just a few days it seems that the Occisor she knew before no longer exists. Now he’s communicative, polite and even kind. He doesn’t get annoyed anymore when she tells him something about her past or some plot she read about in some book. He’s been a real prince to her, and she wasn’t prepared for this sudden change.
Sasha always notices how excited her mate gets every time he goes all know-it-all and corrects her, and the moment this happens the most is when she picks up a book with difficult words and needs his help to understand them.
Occisor lets the cold water fall on his head as a way to calm his hormones down. He didn’t want to be in this situation, he didn’t want to have found her, he just wanted to continue with his hunt for the races, make his name feared, spread terror to every being who one day rejected him. He didn’t want to feel a painful fucking erection every time he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees her sleeping by his side, her nightgown almost transparent. At that moment, he feels as if he were a human teenager because just by looking at the woman’s mouth, his limb becomes alive and he pulses with great desire to feel how good the girl’s mouth was going to suck him.
Turning off the shower, Occisor dries himself off, wraps the towel around his waist and walks into the bedroom. He does the same process as always and lies on the bed. Sasha looks at him, but his eyes are closed. He doesn’t want to see her if he doesn’t know if he can control himself.
Filling up with courage, Sasha approaches Occisor and touches his still damp hair from the bath. The touch makes Occisor open his eyes abruptly and he sits on the bed looking at her with a confused and suspicious look.
“Wha… What are you doing?”
“I… I just wanted to know if your hair is soft,” she replies with her eyes closed and her face all red.
Occisor says nothing, just stares at her for a few seconds. And to her surprise, he takes her hand and lifts it up to his hair. Sasha opens her eyes and sees him staring at her so deeply that she feels like she is naked and totally exposed to him. Occisor raises his hand and also touches Sasha’s hair. She widens her eyes.
“I also want to know if your hair is soft,” he says with a small smile, and it makes Sasha’s heart race.
They stand like this, looking at each other while one strokes the other’s hair. And right now, it’s like nothing but the two of them exists. Everything is just a blank space where they are the only source of heat. Occisor lowers his hand to Sasha’s face, that closes her eyes and enjoys the feel of his warm hand on her skin. I have waited so long for this touch, it’s so warm, she thinks, but she doesn’t close her thoughts, allowing Occisor to hear them too.
Occisor answers nothing, nor does he understand what is happening to him. If they said that in the near future he would have a destined mate and that he would accept her as his mate, and that he would be so attracted to her, he would kill the person without a second thought. But now, here he is. With an outmatched heart in his chest and with an enormous desire to taste once again the sweet lips of his mate.
A woman who tried to steal his food, who refused to fight for her own survival. A woman who came in smelly and malnourished, with no sparkle in her eyes and no smile marks on her face. A sad being to be looking at.
“You’re so beautiful,” he praises her with open thoughts, and upon hearing it, her cheeks turn pink again. And again. Occisor finds it cute.
“You’re also very handsome, I’ve never seen anyone like you,” she confesses with her face all red, nuzzling at his warm hand.
Occisor’s smiling, proud of himself. It’s gratifying to see his female’s admiration for him. Although he never cared what the females think about his appearance, he feels his ego flare up knowing that exactly this female, his female, finds him beautiful.
Without thanking her for the compliment, Occisor closes his eyes and calmly draws her face closer to his. Their breaths mingle and this makes Sasha’s body fill with anxiety, both their hearts pounding inside her chest. Their lips touch, calmly, just experimenting with each other, Sasha opens her mouth a little, giving way to her mate’s warm tongue. One explores the other’s mouth, the heat between them spreading throughout their bodies.
Sasha grabs Occisor’s shoulders, wanting to get closer, the young man in response hugs the woman’s thin waist and brings her closer to him. Sasha’s hard nipples rub against Occisor’s broad, strong chest, making them both shiver and deepen the kiss further. Occisor lowers his hands to Sasha’s legs and makes her open them, making their sexes graze. Sasha feels the point between her legs throb violently, the smell of her sex making Occisor’s dick throb even more.
The kiss stops for shortness of breath, the quick breaths and the warm air between them make their faces blush. Occisor hugs her and forces her to rest her head on his shoulder, which she does without blinking. She hugs him and feeling him so close makes her so happy.
After recovering his breath, Occisor goes against his ideas and puts everything out.
“I… I don’t know what the moon goddess has in mind, I don’t know what she wanted when she destined us. I’m a murderer, a traitor, as they call me. I’m a cold person who hates practically everything in the world. I’m a rejected, but now I’m also a destined mate. For a long time I thought you wouldn’t exist. At the end of the day… What could a rejected possibly give to his mate? Mary always insisted that you existed and that I should accept you, but I was always averse to those ideas and vowed to kill you as soon as I saw you.”
Occisor shuts up as he feels his mate’s tense body, then begins to caress her back. Which makes her relax.
“When I saw you transform, I thought it would be the most exciting fight, I had never seen a female with the color red on her back and never one so big. The first thing I noticed when I saw you was some of your scars and my first thought was that they were the result of battles. I was wrong. I fall to my knees in front of you, and right now that’s how I feel. You messed up my life, my plans. You made me want to feel what love is. When I called you skinny… It wasn’t what I really thought, I really wanted to have you with both my tongue and my dick. But I refused to admit it,” he pauses and smells Sasha’s neck. “I, from the beginning, always thought you’re hot.”