The Lycan Queen

7 - Mate

POV: Talia

Slowly, the most awe inspiring and powerful man I have ever seen, opened his eyes and when he did his found mine instantly, all thoughts of Kyle and my anger at him were gone. Nothing else matter but this man standing twenty feet away from me. I was drawn to him more than I ever could have thought possible. I needed him, and I just knew he needed me. My other half. Simultaneously one word left both of our lips.

"Mate."

My mate's eyes were black and I knew his lycan was present. In seconds his long strides brought him to right in front of me. His stance was protective as his arms surrounded me yet did not touch me. I had no doubt he would do anything to just grab me and run away but I just knew he was too afraid to touch anywhere on me with all my wounds. His black eyes scanned my body taking in all of my injuries while my own took in all of his features. He was easily over six feet tall as he towered over my small frame and he was easily one of the most well muscled men I have ever seen, so thick that with him in front of me I couldn't see behind him and I was sure anyone behind him could no longer see me. His hair is a dark brown, almost black that was tastefully ruffled and had a nice shine to it from the midday sun. He had a chiseled nose and had a sharp defined jaw with only the faintest five o'clock shadow present. His lips were full and slightly parted as if he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. Slowly he leaned in burying his face in my hair, his lips hovering only an inch above my skin on my neck and I could feel his soft breath of every inhale and exhale tickle my sensitive skin. He stayed like that for a minute, just deeply inhaling my scent, while I inhaled his. It was absolutely intoxicating, so intoxicating that I closed my eyes and involuntarily started to lean in. I didn't even realize I was doing it when suddenly my face pressed against his chest, tingles instantly erupted on my skin startling me enough to stand straighter and loose contact. Only a second passed when I was not touching him and I hated it. Quickly my good hand found its way to his chest and I felt the sparks erupt all over my palm. He was so warm to the touch, being this close all the cold around me evaporated as if he was my own personal heater. Instantly I felt the tense muscles of his chest relax under my palm as I felt and heard a soft rumble of satisfaction from his chest. Slowly I lifted my face and this time when I looked into his eyes I found they were no longer black and instead were replaced with the most unique colored eyes I have ever seen, bright silver that were all the more striking being framed by thick dark eyelashes. His hands hovered inches above my skin but I watched as his worried eyes scanned my body and I knew he was trying to figure out if there was a place he could touch me where I wasn't injured. His facial expression got worse with each passing second, there was so much fear and devastation on his face. I knew it was killing him seeing me so badly injured.

"My back..." I had to clear my throat because my voice came out so rough. "you can um... touch me there." I felt a little flustered and my voice came out sounding unsure but at the sound of my voice it was like I brought life back into his eyes and instantly his hands found their way to my back as he gently pulled me in close. I let my face rest on his chest again enjoying the feeling of the sparks all across my body where we had contact and sighed with content. After a moment I tried to lean back but his vice like grip kept me where I was.

Mate is so strong and warm, this is heaven. Lyn sighed happily.

He took several deep breaths, I knew he was doing everything he could to stay in control. Lyn has shown me numerous times just how hard it is to keep her from taking control when she or I have felt extreme emotions. Long story short I learned that I do not have much control over her if she wants it. I could only imagine what my mate thought of me. I knew he was scared, I could see it. I knew he was angry because that would be just a given. I also started to wonder what did he think of me? This was one heck of a first impression. I smell bad, I am absolutely dirty and I look like I was ran over by a truck repeatedly. I look so helpless, pathetic, and furthermore weak. I started to wonder if maybe he might be embarrassed of me. Is it possible he might reject me? It might be for the best, I could be a weakness for him. I could be used in the future to hurt him. I started to feel myself panic but suddenly his voice soothed me.