Chapter 2: Mate.

*LYCIA*

“Mate.”

That was the first word he spoke while I stood frozen in place at the fear and catastrophe I had wrecked on myself.

He looked confused and his golden eyes were vivacious as it assessed me like a predator. I had never seen a real Lycan in my life before. My mother had made sure that I never came in contact with one but I had read about them. About their golden eyes the color of the sun and just as deadly, closer to the eyes of a beast than humans and one that they only showed when they felt threatened and ready to attack.

Was he going to kill me?

Preparing my hand on my side I was read to blast him with a spell if he was to attack me when suddenly I saw his eyes change their color. The golden dissolved leaving behind the cool blue of the depths of an ocean. They were dark but brightened up soon after as in one gigantic jump almost like the leap of a wolf the man shouted, “Mate!”

What the fuck!

I recalled listening to him have said that just a minute ago as well but I had been so spooked by his presence that I hadn’t registered it in time, therefore the second time when he said it came more as a surprise than I would have liked it.

His heavy body crashed on me making me fall down to the carpet. In my muddled state I couldn’t escape his attack and I closed my eyes bracing myself for the pain of my floorboard colliding against my head but nothing happened. Instead I felt a big palm cup the back of my head and pillow my fall. Keeping himself from crushing me with his body he used an arm to lean his weight. He caged me in between his sturdy arms and then slowly lowering himself he started nuzzling my neck like a real wolf would.

His actions were so like that of an animal that I was conflicted whether I should push him away or pet him. Like a wolf pup he didn’t give me a single moment to catch my breath as he continued to rub the tip of his nose against the crook of my neck. It tickled and I had tried to control my laughter but I couldn’t and in hysterics I said, “S-Stop. Please Stop!”

“Mate! My mate! My beautiful mate!” he continued to chant caressing me and snuggling closer making me wonder what I had gotten myself into.

What this really fucking happening?

Bringing my hand to his head I patted it to catch his attention surprised by the softness as I said in between some gasps, “H-Hey, let me g-go. L-Let’s talk.”

But it was like he was in another world of excitement and happiness as he moved from my neck to my collarbone and started pressing soft kisses making me inhale sharply at the sudden tingling sensation that coursed through my body. As long as he was just using his nose it was tickling me but as soon as his soft lips descend on my skin an almost electrifying feeling shot through my being. My hands that were petting his silk soft hair tightened its hold on it in surprise.

“Hahhn…”

I moaned as I felt his lips move around and just when I had gained enough control to speak again I felt him snoop his face towards my breast. There I felt his lips kiss my cleavage and my eyes widened automatically and finally tightening my grip on his tresses I pulled his head off my body with some effort breathing harshly from the near explosion of different emotions through my body.

Talk about exhausting and exhilarating all at once.

“Stay away from me. Let us talk first,” I said glaring at him making him frown. My heart sped at that expression. What was with him! Why was he so damn cute!

Making him get off me before one of us lost control again I dragged myself away from him and against the foot of my bed while he looked at me slightly hurt and dejected.

When I was settled, breathing slightly deeply he tried coming towards me again and glaring at him I said, “Stay!”

Almost like a good pet he listened to me and stayed unmoving this time but the sullen expression was still present on his face. When we had finally settled I scolded him, “Don’t you have any common sense! You can’t just jump me and kiss my body whenever you like! You can’t do that to a stranger!” 

“But you are my mate,” he said looking slightly confused as if I was the one acting out of order here.

“No, I am not,” I said trying to evade that topic but I think he was speaking the truth. I had read how it felt when Lycans and Werewolves found their mates and what I just felt was nothing I could have felt without a supernatural power working on my body.

Believe me I would know, I had been with many people and not one had been able to make me feel like that which this strange man’s kisses could do.

“But you are,” he argued looking a bit angry and sad at my rejection.

His eyes lost its sparkle and his lips that had been stretched in a smile misplaced its firmness and sagged down to a frown. He almost made me want to take back my words but I needed to set boundaries first and try to understand who he was and why the heck had he come here in my coven.  

“First let us introduce ourselves. I don’t know if you have heard about me but I am Lycia Amoret, a witch of the Coven Amoret,” I said my air changing to a dignified one as I took pride in my title and role as the next queen.

He looked briefly surprised and then with a handsome smile once again he said, “My mate has such a pretty name!”

That wasn’t the reaction I was hoping from him. People either got too intimidated or fawned over me when they learnt that I was the princess of witches and sometimes merely in awe by the fact that I was a witch in general. We were a rare species in today’s world.

No one took time to be struck by the fascination of my name when there was other more important points to focus on.

I was therefore flustered at the sudden praise and curbing a blush from taking over I cleared my throat and asked, “And what about you? What is your name?”

Nodding at me he looked happy to oblige to any of my demands and opening his mouth he said, “My name is-,” he paused, muddled and then shaking his head he continued again, “My name is….”

He trailed off meeting my gaze and nodding at him to just get done with it he suddenly looked troubled as he mumbled, “I don’t remember my name.”

What in the actual fuck!

Why Wicca, my goddess, why are you doing this to me? Haven’t I prayed enough? Did I commit such a mistake that you are complicating things for me more than it already is?

“You don’t remember your name?” I voiced out his words again and when I received a nod of affirmation from him I looked at him doubtfully and asked, “Do you remember anything else?”

My mother always claimed that Lycans weren’t trustworthy creatures. She said that they were foolish and always acted on their instincts to get what they wanted.

Well I am sure she badmouthed them a lot since the book claimed differently but I still couldn’t just drop my guard around this man after having been brain washed by my mother for the last twenty years.

He closed his eyes and scrunched his forehead trying to focus when I asked him to. Taking this time to myself I noticed his muscles that was visible through the thin t-shirt that was covering his chest. There was few torn patches in between through which his tan skin glistened and a few nerves could be seen moving with every small movement of his arms. His limbs were sturdier and bigger than I had felt them to be and I wondered if he really wanted to then would he be able to crush someone’s skull with them as the books claimed.

His black hair was ruffled in different direction from when I pulled at it, sticking up slightly and yet he looked attractive and adorable at the same time trying to concentrate on bring in his memory back.

Could people really be cute and sexy at the same time?

But clearly he was the proof sitting in front of me.

Why Wicca why couldn’t you make the warlocks as hot as these lycans?

He let out a groan at last and pulled his head back bringing my attention to his tight straining muscular neck making me swallow some saliva at the bobbing of his sexy Adam’s apple.

What was with this man? Just a few seconds ago he was like an adorable pet and now he looked like a wild beast!

“No, I don’t remember anything,” he finally said frowning and shifting towards me. He pulled me to him almost like it was the most natural thing to do. Hugging me against his warm body making me sigh at the feeling of comfort and lust that erupted at his touch I was briefly distracted when I heard him say, “What am I to do? I don’t remember anything expect that you are my mate. You are all I have.”

Wait, could it be that he was lying because he was after me for another reason? Maybe I wasn’t his mate and I was just mixing it up?

Pulling away form him even though my body craved to touch him again I stood up creating some distance to let me think properly as I said, “So, I hope you don’t mind but I do not trust you yet.”

He looked down at my words almost as if I had physically hurt him. I could imagine that if he was still in his wolf form then he would surely stop wagging his tail at this moment. The animal lover in me hated that thought but I had to remind myself that though his action were close to that of pure animals he wasn’t one.

At least not entirely.

“I need you to drink this truth potion and then answer my questions again,” I said giving him a small vial and without a single question he drank it.

“Are you crazy?” I asked slightly shocked at his carelessness, “What if it was poison that I gave you?”

“You are my mate, you would never harm me,” he said smiling almost love struck and innocent, “Besides I wouldn’t mind dying for you.”

What the heck was wrong with him!

A blush covered my face and turning around to hide it from him I said, “That’s foolish. Don’t be so trusting of anyone.”

“Okay,” he agreed, listening to my command like a pet would making me slightly irked and giddy.

What kind of a man was this docile?

Turning back I asked him the question again and was surprised to find that he was speaking the truth. He really wouldn’t remember anything and I had been his mate in reality.

“So I am your mate?” I asked still taken aback by the strangeness of this incident.

“Yes,” he cheered and then catching hold of my hand he kissed it, “My mate. I love you.” Saying that he turned my body to him and hugged me in place, not caring about the loss of his memories. His hand found its way under my t-shirt and I was about to scold him but the tingling sensation that his fingertips left caused my knees to become weak and I wondered if he was smarter than I thought.

Maybe he wasn’t as innocent and docile as I thought, especially if he could manipulate my body under his mere finger tips so easily.