“You know what I do for a living, don’t you? I can’t have an arm with tattoos, no matter how lovely it is.”
“Well, that’s just too bad because now you do.” I pull away from her to get up. I don’t like the idea that she doesn’t want my mark on her, and when I think about her profession, I don’t like the idea of it either.
“Okay, maybe tell me what else to expect,” she says, leaning down to pull the duvet up over her nakedness, which I also don’t like. My mate shouldn’t be hiding her body from me. Lifting my hands, I shove my fingers through my hair, feeling the slight pain when they encounter a knot.
“I’m part of the Elemental’s Cape Town MC. By all form and intent, we are a normal MC, but as Elemental’s, we can all bend specific elements.” I see her frown at my revelation. “I’m three hundred and twenty years old.” At this, she gasps, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Are you serious?” It still amazes me how she will just believe everything I say.
“Yes.” I know that she’s twenty-five from what I heard about her from Dag, but nothing prepared me for the innocent that she is. “We only mate once in our very long lives, and when we do, that is it for us. You, Freya, are my mate.”
“What happens when I die, can’t you mate again?” Her question makes me tense, my anger rising at the mere thought of anything happening to her.
“You will not die, and if anything were to happen to you, I would die with you. Our energy is now linked. You are the light to my darkness. Without you, I will not want to exist.”
“But your life will now be so much shorter because you have mated with me.”
I shake my head. “No, Freya, you have taken my blood and will continue taking it periodically. This will keep you living as long as I do. You will never die like humans do.” She raises her hand to the spot where I bit into her shoulder to take some of her blood—a bruise is already forming.
“Are you a vampire?”
I grin. “No, we don’t live off drinking blood, but our mates do need to take some of our blood sometimes just to keep them healthy. When you take our blood, you don’t get sick like humans do, you don’t age, and you feel stronger.”
She raises her hand to her face, stroking a finger over her forehead. “Are you saying that I will look like this for as long as I live?”
“Yes, you look beautiful.”
She frowns. “What else is there?”
“I won’t accept any other man touching you. You are mine.”
“Does that work both ways?” she asks with a raised brow
“Yes. From now on, you are the only woman for me. That is the truth.” I know that she doesn’t seem to believe that part, but with time she will see that it’s the truth.
“You do know that as an actress we sometimes film scenes with men… kissing scenes.”
The thought of any man coming near her with his lips has my whole body rigid, ready to fight any asshole that thinks he can kiss her.
“There will be no more of that.”
She gasps at my statement, her shoulders straightening. “Well, I’m afraid that there will be, because I’ve got a contract and the movie that I’m filming has a romantic encounter with someone.”
Her words have me taking a threatening step towards the bed. “If anyone touches you, they will be dead.” I want her to understand that I’m not joking about this, if I see any man touching her, I will make sure the fucker never breathes again.
“You can’t do that,” she whispers in an angry voice. “It’s just work.”
I bend so my face is closer to hers. “Dead,” I state before straightening up and turning to pick up my clothes from off the ground.
“You didn’t tell me that you were such a troglodyte,” she snaps just as I grab my boots and walk out of the room buck naked, closing the door behind me. I’ll get fucking dressed in the corridor, and what the fuck is a troglodyte?