Valiant (Hiatus TBD)

Chapter 7

I look away blushing "I don't even know your name."

That makes him pull away and laugh. His laughter sends tingles of pleasure down my spine. Hugging me to him again he rest his head against mine and whispers "Rowan."

"Rowan." I mumble into his chest. Perfect name for a perfect mate. Rowan. Now where have I heard that name before. I pull back to gaze at him. He looks at me with those deep blue eyes.

It hits me then like a ton of bricks.

I have seen him before. Just once. In a picture frame hanging in the Royal Familys hall. Gasping I take a step back putting space between us. I see the confusion on his face and a glimmer of hurt pass through his eyes.

Suddenly I feel very self conscious and embarrassed. I now feel the curious gazes of on lookers burning into me.

"You...you're....the..." I fumble for words in my flustered state.

He grabs my waist and pulls me towards him once again, never breaking eye contact. Grazing his hand across my cheek and down my neck to rest along the curve of my shoulder, I tremble in pleasure. Concern etches on his face. "The prince?" he almost whispers. "Does that bother you?"

He thinks it bothers me? Shaking my head quickly "No..I just...it's just a surprise. It's a lot to take in. I never thought...." I trail off.

Smiling once more he leans his head closer to mine "I know." My heart races and I'm only too aware of his lips just a breath away from mine. "I didn't think I'd find my mate right here in my home."

His lips brush against mine in another heart stopping kiss. I kiss him back trying to convey how much I love him already. I gasp when I feel his tongue graze against my lip before entering my mouth. My hands, now resting against his chest, get a mind of their own as they travel up his torso. I can feel the strength of his body through his shirt and find myself reaching higher to run my fingers through his hair. That seems to be a trigger, for in that instant, he lets out a deep, possessive, and hungry growl. The sound of it sends a fever through my body like no other.

It burns me to my very core.

Breaking from my mouth, His kisses slowly find their way across my jaw and down my neck. He reaches a point at the bend in my neck that causes me to involuntarily shudder and let out a moan. I feel him painting moist kisses along the area.

"Ahem."

And just like a bucket of ice water being thrown on us, we freeze hearing the clearing of a deep sounding throat. Mortified, I peek around us to see we have quite the audience. How did I forget that we were in an open field full of families, children?

We straighten ourselves out, both with flushed faces, and glance to see who it was to break our state of reverie.

My face feels like its on fire to see a stern Winnifred standing next to an amused looking Alistair. Behind them is Anne sporting a huge cheeky grin and Celeste smiling, though looking to have a bit of second hand embarrassment for us.

Alistair breaks the silence "So Valena. I see you have met Rowan our son who I figure is your mate." His usually domineering aura is softened greatly by the goofy grin he has on his face.

I scratch the back of my head "Uh..yeah...." I glance around to notice most of our audience has dispersed at this point. Thank goodness for that.

"Rowan Thrushton! I raised you to be a gentleman. Taking the poor girl here in the park for the whole world to see is NOT appropriate! You can't just attack her neck like that. It must be done behind closed doors!" Winnifred scolds Rowan. He looks at her sheepishly about to speak but is cut off by her once more "Now release Valena and come give your mother a hug! I haven't seen you months and have been worried sick!"