The Vampire Prince [On Hold]

The Vampire Prince

It'd been four hours since I'd seen Jaxon. CeCe and Thomas had banned me from seeing him, but they couldn't stop me. I loved him, and I knew he felt the same way.

I heard a soft knock on the window and I looked up from where I sat at my desk, studying for my history exam. I saw Jaxon working to open the window, and I got up to help him. Together, we jerked the window open and he climbed in from the tree beside the house.

I hugged him and he hugged me back just as tight. "Why does it feel like it's been years since I've seen you? Like there's a hole in my chest when you're not around?" I whispered, burying my face in his neck.

"It's the imprint, I feel the same way, trust me, Jess, I do," he said, holding me tighter as he kissed the top of my head through my long, dark waves. "I've been waiting for ages for Ciera and Thomas to leave. I can't believe they think they can ban you from me," he whispered, twirling a piece of my hair around his long, pale fingers. "Nothing can keep me away from you. Nothing, and no one, never."

"I love you, Jaxon," I whispered, fearing his reaction to that phrase. Those three syllables. Those three words. Those eight letters. Would he push me away? Was it too soon? Probably, but I knew how I felt, and I could only hope that he really did feel the same way and was as sure as I was.

"I love you more, Jesse. I have loved you since the night I saw you. I have waited for you for so long," he murmured and I pulled away from him, just enough to get a good look into his honey colored eyes. They were so magnificent compared to my plain green ones, which depressed me a little, my eyes were always my favorite part about me, and his eyes were even more beautiful.

"What are we going to do about Ciera and Thomas?" I asked in a hushed whisper, I wasn't certain why I was whispering, but I felt like talking any louder would give away this huge secret, our huge secret.

He brushed his lips against mine, "I don't know. I haven't thought that far ahead, yet, but we'll figure out something, I promise, Jessabelle," he said in a hushed tone.

I furrowed my brows, remembering earlier when I'd heard his voice in my head. "Why was I able to hear you earlier when they dragged me away? I heard you in my head, you said you'd explain," I asked, meeting his gaze.

"The imprint. We were connected for a short while. We won't be able to continually communicate telepathically until we're completely bonded," he told me.

Just as I was about to ask what he meant, Toby started crying. His cry informed me that he needed to be fed, so I went and picked him up, swiping the sensor on my wrist against the sensor on his back and held the bottle to his lips as I sat on my bed looking up at Jaxon.

"What do you mean, 'bonded'?" I asked, tilting my head to the side in confusion. Did I want someone to be able to look into my mind whenever they wanted? My mind could be pretty scary sometimes.

He smiled and sat beside me, "Well, when two people bond, they become connected. Say you and I, the first step of you becoming a vampire, would be for me to drink your blood, and we'd be bonded. In order to Turn you, you'd have to drink my blood in return, then we'd have to become bonded as vampires," he said.

"And how does one accomplish that?" I asked. I was curious, I was learning so much in such a short amount of time, I didn't know if I could handle it.

He smirked, "Well, we mate, and the more you mate, the stronger the bond becomes," he told me, blushing lightly as he looked down at his hands in his lap.

"What kind of mating?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows when he looked back up at me with wide eyes and I started laughing at his face. "I'm just kidding, Jax! Oh my god! You should have seen your face!" I laughed, putting Toby back in his car seat after he cooed. I held my stomach as I tried to contain my laughter.

I was suddenly on my back, almost falling off the edge of my bed, but Jax's strong arms surrounded me. A small growl left his throat, but I could see the laughter sparkling in his honey gaze. "You think you're funny?" he asked, all seriousness in his eyes as he opened his mouth and leaned down to my neck.

I swallowed, placing my hands on his broad chest, "You wouldn't dare," I said, out of breath at his proximity and the fear that bubbled in my stomach.

"What makes you so sure?" he breathed, leaning in closer, his tongue flicking out to caress the skin at the base of my throat where my neck and shoulder met.

I gulped, "Because, you'd have to explain to everyone why I'm dead," I whimpered. I was terrified. What if he really did hurt me? What if CeCe and Thomas were right?

He chuckled, "Like I care about that," he said. He then leaned in and I squeezed my eyes shut. I felt his breathy laugh across my skin before I felt his lips press against my neck. "I wouldn't harm you, Jesse. Hurting you would kill me," he told me, pulling back.

I opened my eyes and sighed in relief as I saw his eyes were sparkling. He wasn't going to hurt me, he wouldn't hurt me, ever.