Prince of Wolves
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Jacquelyns eyebrows rose in apprehension. That bad, huh? she asked him.
In response, Fane simply took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. He turned to Lilly and Sorin and told them, I think the rest of this conversation needs to be between me and my mate.
I can understand that, Lilly responded.
Sorin simply nodded his understanding.
Fane looked at Jacquelyn and said, Lead the way, Luna.
Chapter 19
Jacque continued to hold Fanes hand as she led him up the stairs to her bedroom. Before they reached the top of the stairs she heard her mom yell, Jacque, leave your door open, please. Mated or not, you are still living under my rules.
Jacque laughed, so thankful for something that made her feel like she was just a girl with a boy, hanging out. Not a Canis lupus, not a mate, just teenagers.
You got it, mom, Jacque hollered back.
Fane could feel her relief and it made him sad that he was causing her life to change so drastically from what she had ever known. He wanted her to be happy, he wanted her to feel safe, cared for, and loved by him.
As they entered her room, Jacque let go of Fanes hand and stepped away, putting some distance between them. She needed space, she was beginning to feel just a tad claustrophobic.
You can sit in that chair or the window seat, she said, indicating both places.
Jacque suddenly felt very nervous, being in her room alone with him felt so intimate, yet she couldnt deny that she was very relieved that whatever he had to tell her was not going to be broadcasted to everyone downstairs.
So, what is this other thing that marks the female as a mate? Im assuming it has to do with the blood rites? she asked him.
You are correct, it is about the blood rites. The reason I wanted to speak with you alone is because it is the only part of the ceremony that is private, Fane explained.
Whoa whoa whoa, back up. I thought you said there was no taking it lightly stuff happening in this ceremony, Jacque said a little frantically.
Luna, Im going to lay this out plainly for you. There will be no lies, half-truths, or bush beating, Fane told her firmly.
Jacque tried, she really did, but she couldnt contain the laughter.
Meu inim, would you please share with me what you find so funny? Fane asked her patiently.
Its called beating around the bush, oh prince of wolves, not bush beating, she informed him, still giggling despite her efforts not to.
Oh, well, my mistake. There will be no beating around the bush any longer. We are going to call it what it is, so if you turn a lovely shade of red I will try hard not to find it adorable.
Fine, spit it out already, Jacque answered, irritated byhis little sermon
She planted herself on her bed, legs Indian-style, back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She was trying desperately to not be anxious but she was quite unsuccessful. Finally, Fane began to explain the blood rites, and he was right, what he told her made her blush so badly that she felt its heat.
What I told you is true about the bonding ceremony. We do not have to consummate or make love, whichever you prefer to call it, in order to be fully mated. We do, however, have to exchange blood.
Jacque cringed at that. Thats really gross. You do realize that, dont you? I mean, surely that cant be good for a person.
Fane gave her an Im not finished look, and she abruptly stopped talking.
There is no eloquent way to put this, it just is what it is. I will mark you and take your blood by biting you, Fane paused, waiting for her reaction. She did not disappoint.
YOU ARE GOING TO WHAT ME? Jacque yelled, completely caught off guard by his revelation. I mean, she thought to herself, when he said exchange blood I was thinking finger prick, a little embarrassment because Id have to suck on his finger and vice versa, but biting me? That's in a whole 'nother category of embarrassment.
Fane walked over to her bed and knelt down in front of her. He placed his hands over hers and she instantly felt reassurance flow through her. She closed her eyes and let herself soak it up, embracing the comfort he was providing.
When she opened her eyes she was staring into glowing, crystal blue eyes. How did you do that? she asked him.
For wolves, touch is a very powerful thing. It provides comfort and reassurance for them, and like other things, it is even more potent between mates. You needed my comfort and I could do nothing else than provide for you. When you need something, it calls to me. I can feel it, my wolf can feel it, and we are obligated to do what we can.
Jacque tried not to think about that, but call her crazy which at this point she was bound to be she could just picture herself craving a Snickers ice cream bar in the middle of the night while a raging thunderstorm wreaked havoc. Here came Fane knocking on her window, soaking wet, with a Snickers in hand. That could be kinda handy.
Fane caught all of her little daydream and chuckled at her. You really think the oddest things. You know that, right?
Lets stay on track, wolf-boy. Bite me where exactly? Since this has to be done in private, Im a little leery of the answer, she told him.
Relax, Luna. Im not going to bite you anywhere that you might one day like, Fane said.
Jacque knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of her and, much to her chagrin, it worked like a charm.
In response, Fane simply took her hand and pulled her up from the couch. He turned to Lilly and Sorin and told them, I think the rest of this conversation needs to be between me and my mate.
I can understand that, Lilly responded.
Sorin simply nodded his understanding.
Fane looked at Jacquelyn and said, Lead the way, Luna.
Chapter 19
Jacque continued to hold Fanes hand as she led him up the stairs to her bedroom. Before they reached the top of the stairs she heard her mom yell, Jacque, leave your door open, please. Mated or not, you are still living under my rules.
Jacque laughed, so thankful for something that made her feel like she was just a girl with a boy, hanging out. Not a Canis lupus, not a mate, just teenagers.
You got it, mom, Jacque hollered back.
Fane could feel her relief and it made him sad that he was causing her life to change so drastically from what she had ever known. He wanted her to be happy, he wanted her to feel safe, cared for, and loved by him.
As they entered her room, Jacque let go of Fanes hand and stepped away, putting some distance between them. She needed space, she was beginning to feel just a tad claustrophobic.
You can sit in that chair or the window seat, she said, indicating both places.
Jacque suddenly felt very nervous, being in her room alone with him felt so intimate, yet she couldnt deny that she was very relieved that whatever he had to tell her was not going to be broadcasted to everyone downstairs.
So, what is this other thing that marks the female as a mate? Im assuming it has to do with the blood rites? she asked him.
You are correct, it is about the blood rites. The reason I wanted to speak with you alone is because it is the only part of the ceremony that is private, Fane explained.
Whoa whoa whoa, back up. I thought you said there was no taking it lightly stuff happening in this ceremony, Jacque said a little frantically.
Luna, Im going to lay this out plainly for you. There will be no lies, half-truths, or bush beating, Fane told her firmly.
Jacque tried, she really did, but she couldnt contain the laughter.
Meu inim, would you please share with me what you find so funny? Fane asked her patiently.
Its called beating around the bush, oh prince of wolves, not bush beating, she informed him, still giggling despite her efforts not to.
Oh, well, my mistake. There will be no beating around the bush any longer. We are going to call it what it is, so if you turn a lovely shade of red I will try hard not to find it adorable.
Fine, spit it out already, Jacque answered, irritated byhis little sermon
She planted herself on her bed, legs Indian-style, back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She was trying desperately to not be anxious but she was quite unsuccessful. Finally, Fane began to explain the blood rites, and he was right, what he told her made her blush so badly that she felt its heat.
What I told you is true about the bonding ceremony. We do not have to consummate or make love, whichever you prefer to call it, in order to be fully mated. We do, however, have to exchange blood.
Jacque cringed at that. Thats really gross. You do realize that, dont you? I mean, surely that cant be good for a person.
Fane gave her an Im not finished look, and she abruptly stopped talking.
There is no eloquent way to put this, it just is what it is. I will mark you and take your blood by biting you, Fane paused, waiting for her reaction. She did not disappoint.
YOU ARE GOING TO WHAT ME? Jacque yelled, completely caught off guard by his revelation. I mean, she thought to herself, when he said exchange blood I was thinking finger prick, a little embarrassment because Id have to suck on his finger and vice versa, but biting me? That's in a whole 'nother category of embarrassment.
Fane walked over to her bed and knelt down in front of her. He placed his hands over hers and she instantly felt reassurance flow through her. She closed her eyes and let herself soak it up, embracing the comfort he was providing.
When she opened her eyes she was staring into glowing, crystal blue eyes. How did you do that? she asked him.
For wolves, touch is a very powerful thing. It provides comfort and reassurance for them, and like other things, it is even more potent between mates. You needed my comfort and I could do nothing else than provide for you. When you need something, it calls to me. I can feel it, my wolf can feel it, and we are obligated to do what we can.
Jacque tried not to think about that, but call her crazy which at this point she was bound to be she could just picture herself craving a Snickers ice cream bar in the middle of the night while a raging thunderstorm wreaked havoc. Here came Fane knocking on her window, soaking wet, with a Snickers in hand. That could be kinda handy.
Fane caught all of her little daydream and chuckled at her. You really think the oddest things. You know that, right?
Lets stay on track, wolf-boy. Bite me where exactly? Since this has to be done in private, Im a little leery of the answer, she told him.
Relax, Luna. Im not going to bite you anywhere that you might one day like, Fane said.
Jacque knew he was just trying to get a reaction out of her and, much to her chagrin, it worked like a charm.
