L ||| You Are Mine, I Am Yours

For the second time in centuries, I lost consciousness.

After having a God-like sex with Oliver for what definitely felt like days, and after he made me got through at least twenty orgasms with him, he used up all of the energy in my body, and I'm extremely energetic. When I realized, I had blacked out after we took a bath together and I only noticed it when I woke up.

Naked and in Oliver's embrace with him caressing my hair softly.

"Your breathing rhythm changed, are you awake, beautiful?" He asked softly and when I looked up to see his eyes, as my head was resting on his chest, they were turquoise again. "Did I hurt you, beautiful?" His voice sounded worried.

"All the impaling and bites aside, not at all," I grinned and his face turned bright red. "No, you did not hurt me." As rough as he was during it, which I kind of loved, he was surprisingly kind.

"I took advantage that your magic is still stopping time, to bring you, as well as some of your things, to my tower. I also went to the kitchen and took a ton of food for you, I had a feeling you would be starving!"

I sat down and took in my surroundings, first noticing that I'm on a bed thrice bigger than mine and otherworldly more comfortable, then I saw everything else.

Bookshelves everywhere, a fire place with two big leather chairs, two leather couches at the side with a television twice as big as the one in Felix's lair, also a section packed with a ton of gym equipment. A bar packed with vodka and gin and bourbon and whiskey, three small crimson red fridges spread around that probably contain blood, and a floor to ceiling three meters large mirror. A collection of daggers, long swords, katanas, axes, and many types of silenced guns. Plus a door that I think might take me to his bathroom.

Six different wardrobes, which I bet all money that it's filled with luxury clothes from Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, Armani, Versace, Prada, and many others. A collection of guitars and vinyl disks, as well as a black piano at the back. Another two wardrobes made of crystal this time, packed with uniforms. And a wall filled with countless trophies, all in number ones.

"You know I'll be messing with your perfect collection of 1st place trophies by making you add 2nd place on them, right?" I grinned.

"That remains to be seen," he grinned back just as mischievously.

I rolled my eyes, "I thought vampires couldn't see their reflexes on mirrors. Why do you have that?"

"I'm from the Royal bloodline, beautiful. That does not applies to me. And I have that mirror because I enjoy looking at it a lot," of course, he does. If I were him I would too, he's hot enough to think like that.

I'm staying far away from that thing though, "And does you royal bloodline also make it possible for the magnanimous you to walk in daylight after drink a person's blood?" I arched an eyebrow at him.

He licked his lips, eyes going to my eye, "Your blood is different!"

Oh? "So, that's a yes?"

"Yes," he caught me by my arm, making me fall on his chest.

"And what's different about my blood?" Besides the poison.

"It's because you're my mate, Hel," he caressed my hair again. "A lot of things are now possible to be done because we are mates. Immunity to each other's poison is just one of them."

I gulped, "Ah."

Noticing how I tensed up, he handed me his black shirt, "Here, you can have it. I've been dying to see you on my clothes."

"Lustful bastard," I punched his shoulder softly and put the shirt on. "This will look like a dress on me," I chuckled. "Our height isn't very compatible if you hadn't noticed."

"It felt very compatible to me," there it is, the dirty meaning again. "I like the fact that you're short even with your heels and boots. Gives me one more reason to take you up in my arms like I did when I kissed you against the wall of your dorm."

Feeling my face burn like hell, I turned to look around the room and paused my eyes on the crystal table with ten seats that I hadn't seen before. Which is ridiculous, given that it's packed with food. "You're right, I am starving," I said getting up, but when I began to walk, I felt insanely sore. "Oh, Crone be damned, that's what I get for you being so bloody big."

But again, that only seemed to make him more amused, because as he faded to my said and caught me in his nude arms, he grinned like a cat, "Don't worry, beautiful, this soreness won't last for so long, as I think your healing abilities will help out." He sat me is the right end chair. "But there's no running from me now, you are all mine, and I am all yours, beautiful." Then he sat on my side, his turquoise eyes on mine.

I avoided them though, trying to think about the fact that I just all but consummated our mating bond. "What does the nine lines on your right biceps mean?" I pointed at it, as I picked a slice of lemon pie up. I've always wanted to try these as they are one of Cosmos favorites.

"Each of the nine stripes represents a person who passed away that I cared immensely for," nine?

My entire body froze as I stared at the tattoo, and when I notice he also seemed to freeze, I gulped and decided not to push on it. "You have bat wings in the top of your back, why?"

His relief for me not pressing the matter of the stripes was explicit. "It represents my state of supposed freedom. Because you know, vampires can shift into bats and do stuff like flying and all," thankfully it wasn't any hard answer with a possible terrible backstory.

"And the black snake?" I ate a piece of the pie, and when the tastes hit me, I closed my eyes and tried to hold back a moan but it was impossible. "Bloody hell, this is delicious. No shite it's Cosmos favorite dessert. I've always wanted to eat it, but I never thought it would be this good. Those kitchen witches are really something else!"

But his loud giggle made me turn to look at him again, "They are good indeed, but it was not them who made it, beautiful, it was me."

My eyes almost popped out, "You? You did this?"

He pointed at his wall of trophies, "I did get 1st place in all those culinary competitions here in Belladonna, you know? Just because I can't eat it, doesn't meant I don't know how to make it. Beside, when I was 10 years old physically, and Mia took me to see the oracle in Alaska, it told me that my mate wouldn't be a vampire," he pointed to me. "It was right."

"You learned how to cook to be able to make it for your mate? For me?" I choked. "You can't be bloody serious."

"I can, and I am," ugh, Oliver and that damned smug. "And about my tattoo, I got it because I've always had an obsession for them. Plus, it's not a normal tattoo, it's a channeling one, it can channel natural magic," he pointed at my collarbones, "like the two cherry blossoms you have. But still different."

He had an obsession for snakes and serpents? How ironic is that? "How different?"

"I don't have the innate ability to channel magic, the tattoo is the one that allows me to do that, in a way to use natural magic to control my own. Yours seem to be helping you control the channeling ability you have. Because you can do that, can't you?" Bloody hell, he's really clever.

A nod, "I can, yes. Though I didn't knew about it. Abellona, who made my tattoos, is the one who noticed and suggested it to me."

"That was a good move. A body that channels natural magic can be both amazing and dangerous. Amazing if the ability is in check. Dangerous if it isn't, because you might absorb harmful energy that might fuck your magical core up," he played with his now messy hair, thanks to me.

"How do you know all that?"

He rolled his broad shoulders, "Master Mia taught me. She's also the one who got me all of my tattoos with magic, not with the common way of needle-on-the-skin."

My eyes widened softly, and after I finished the slice of pie I said, "Must be because she's a powerful witch. Abellona did it in the common way for me, though she had to mix the ink with a lot of my blood to make it stay tattooed. It hurt like hell," I scoffed. "But it was worthy."

"I was about to ask how she did it."

"In the hard way. And the tribal-ish one over your chest?" I pointed.

He passed his big hand over it, "It's an ancient shadow tribalistic tattoo that heightens my purple flame magic and helps me control it. Mia made it for me, and she said she created it as well." Oliver licked his lips, "You will probably need to get one too, a smaller one given that you already have many, but still. It's the quickest way to control this power."

Now that is interesting. "I definitely need it if I don't want to burn this place down in a anger explosion again." I looked over the food and this time I picked up the bowel with five balls of strawberry ice cream, which made me smile in a very unholy way.

"A gold coin for your thoughts," aye.

"Your blood taste like strawberry," I blurted in a whisper.

Oliver burst out laughing, "Does it?"

"It definitely does."

"Do you like strawberry?" There he goes again.

I ate a bit of the ice cream, "I like it a lot. It's my favorite fruit."

"Good," he grinned mischievously.

Feeling desperate to talk about something else, I looked at all of his tattoos again, "You have eleven fancy drawings on your body. What do they mean?" I pointed at them adorning his left rib, right waist, back, lower left arm, and lower legs.

"They are runes made by Mia especially to me. The first eight were made to help me control all of my abilities. Balance, keen sight, eyesight, strength, hearing, then there's the flying and the healing runes. Now, the last three have different meanings. Fearless rune helps me to stay, as the name suggests, fearless. Alliance rune is to create an alliance between all of my different abilities. Portal rune helps me create portals." What?

"You can create portals without spatial magic?" That's new.

A confident nod, "That was the first rune I got. Though only her and the Circle knows about it. Only them know about all I can do and all my tattoos are made for. And you now, of course. But I don't mind telling since I want you to know all of me, beautiful," he leaned forward with that panty-dropping jaw-slacking smile with teeth, fangs and dimples of his.