They both had fallen asleep, not long, only an hour or so. It was Sasha who stirred first. She was a little disorientated. It took her mind some time to adjust and recall where she currently was. Once she remembered, a smile curved on her lips. She'd taken a chance, made a choice, and now she was truly happy with it. She turned just a little in the arms of the man that brought her and looked up at him.
Her long fingers moved over his cheek, down his neck. She was absorbed in touching him, feeling his skin so warm beneath her hands. She laid her hand over his heart and felt it beating, along with the rise and fall of his chest. No man had ever made her feel this way, her Ehrik was special.
"Enjoying yourself?" he said in a rough voice.
"I thought you were sleeping," she replied.
"How could I sleep with such a beautiful woman touching me?" he asked her as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Sasha blushed, his words warming her pale cheeks. She had never had someone's words touch her the way his did. She was feeling things with Ehrik that she had never felt before. Deep inside she had a feeling that he could possibly be the one, even though they knew each other for only about twenty four hours.
"What are you thinking about, Sasha?" he asked her.
"I'm wondering about us. How this will work? I'm also curious about you. What it all means to be what you are? It's so knew to me. I mean I've seen movies but you said it wasn't like that. You can't blame me for being curious," she told him.
"Your mind has to be working overtime then. How about we start slow, at the beginning?" he told her, running a finger over her cheek.
Sasha nodded; it was what she really wanted. She thought it would help her to understand him. That was the one thing she wanted most; plus it would prove to her that he trusted her. Trust was most important in starting up any relationship. She laid her head back on his chest and began to listen as he told her his story.
"I've lived a long time, Sasha. It's been over two hundred years that I've wandered the city streets. My father was the Alpha of this pack. About twenty five years ago, he got sick. It is a natural thing of my kind to age but it is just slower than yours. We don't usually get sick but a poison was given to him and there was no way we could stop it. He died and only asked that I take care of our people. I took over then, became the Alpha," he looked down at her and saw that there were tears in her eyes.
"You cry for me, Sasha?" he asked her.
"I understand loss, Ehrik and what it can do to you," she told him.
He looked away then, his emotions evident on his face, for whatever reason he felt a need to hide them. Alphas didn't get this emotional, he'd been told. It would only play against him.
"You don't have to hide your pain from me. I've gone through my own and understand it," Sasha told him.
Ehrik smiled then turning to her. She was right after all. He didn't need to hide from her. "We found out who had poisoned him but could not find him to punish him. To this day, I still have that need to avenge what happened. I promised myself I would find him. Now that the pack has accepted me they are looking for me to find my mate, the one that will bring me the peace I need. As Were I can smell things more clearly -- the scent on your skin, the soft jasmine and vanilla that you use and a hint of something else, unique to you. I can also scent my mate. Last night in the club I smelled you; I knew that you were it for me."
He waited, wanting to see her reaction. He needed to know how she felt, knowing that he wanted her for the rest of his life. Ehrik knew it was a gamble telling her but the truth was best in these things, he was finding out. He couldn't lie to her, ever.
"Mate," she whispered.
She knew somehow that meant forever. She also knew he was waiting for something, a sign that she wasn't going to run from him. Yet she wasn't sure what she was thinking. Sasha had limited experience with men, very limited, yet with Ehrik everything just fell into place. She too had felt the connection between them. Before moving to New York she had a vision of him.
Perhaps it was meant to be
she thought, raising her eyes to meet his.