My Arrogant, Elven Mate(On Hold Until I Get Inspiration)

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Daesan led me to a small cottage set in a grove of willow trees. The moon was just starting to rise, the waning crescent bright white against the inky blackness.

I breathed in the night air and wished that I were somewhere else. We came to the door and he opened it for me, he let go of my hand and waved me inside.

The inside was decorated with dark mahogany wood, carved intricately by expert carvers. Daesan put his hand on the small of my back and gently (read: forcefully) ushered me into a door leading to a bedroom.

Once inside he shut the door, as I looked at the room. A pale wood dresser was against one wall, a giant bed against another. The last wall had a sliding glass door that led outside to a small stream, complete with its own little waterfall.

Daesan shut the curtain to the glass door, blocking the beautiful view.

He smiled at me. It may have meant to be a sweet smile, but it made me go cold with dread.

He walked towards me and I instinctively stepped backwards, right into the wall. He was on me in an instant pushing me into the wall harder. His hands stopped me from moving anywhere.

His dark eyes gazed thoughtfully into my blue ones. Then he leaned towards me and kissed my jaw. He kissed in a path straight down my jaw and to the hollow of my throat.

As much as I hated to admit it, his lips left fire wherever they touched me. Suddenly, I wanted him to mate me. Furious, I shoved him off of me.

A look of shock crossed his face. "What's wrong, mate?"

"I don't want you." My voice was full of acid, and he looked hurt, but I didn't really care. I walked over to the bed and lay down, curling up on my side and staring at the wall.

I felt the bed dip slightly meaning Daesan had lay down as well. He didn't try mating me again, but I could feel his raging hormones. He was obviously upset he didn't get to mate me tonight.

For some reason, I was also sad of that very same thing. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep.

***

The next morning I woke up to a loud banging on the wooden door of the cottage. I got up, after giving Daesan a good shove so he woke up, and went to the door.

I opened it and found a Warrior standing there, sword at the ready.

"Princess Tiathal, you and your mate are required in the palace immediately." His voice was urgent, and he looked rather skittish.

I nodded and leaving the door open, left to go make sure Daesan was up. I went in to find him naked from the waist up. He wore soft brown leather pants and was pulling on a tunic, when he heard me come into the room.

He turned and I saw the ripped muscles on his chest and arms. My eyes took him in. My mate. My brain said possessively, but I shook my head. No, he might be my mate but I don't love him.