Love Everlasting woea-6

by Marisa Chenery

  Lexi came to stand in front of Elsa. “If it’ll make you feel any better, we, all the women, have been in the exact same position you are now in with Brand. It’s hard to accept, but it is possible. You just have to give Brand a chance. And in his defense, you have to remember the day and age he was born in. He was a warrior then and still thinks like one.”

  “I can’t deal with this right now,” Elsa said.

  “I understand. Just remember that we’re here for you. That, if you decide to stay with Brand, we can help you transition into our world.”

  Spotting Brand waiting just outside the room with her bag, Elsa nodded before she left to join him. Neither one of them said a word as they walked out of the manor and headed to the detached garage. Once inside his car, she buckled her seatbelt and then turned her head to look out the side window. She kept as close to the door as she could get.

  At her flat, Brand stopped the car in front of the building. Elsa silently grabbed her bag from the backseat before she opened the door and stepped out onto the pavement. She didn’t look back as she walked to the front entrance and let herself inside.

  * * *

  Brand gripped the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. He followed Elsa with his gaze, feeling as if he lost more of her with each step she took. He’d give Elsa her space, but he didn’t think he’d be able to stay completely away from her. He’d just have to go back to hiding in the shadows, remaining out of sight, as he watched over her from afar.

  For the first time in his life, he was actually afraid. He was afraid he’d lose Elsa forever. That she’d never come to accept him as her mate. This was worse than when she’d become engaged to Teddy. Then, Brand hadn’t tasted her, hadn’t held her in his arms, hadn’t made love to her until they were both satiated and unable to move. If she rejected him, it would hurt so much worse. He’d survive it, but he’d never be the same again. He’d have endless days and nights to spend alone. Even now he ached to have her in his arms.

  Brand waited until he saw a light turn on in her second floor flat. At least he knew she was at home safe and sound. He put the car into gear and slowly pulled away from the curb. It was all up to Elsa now. How the rest of his eternal life played out was in her hands. He’d give her a couple of days, and then he’d confront her to see what her decision was.

  * * *

  Two days. It had been two days of hell for Elsa. She’d probably spent the majority of them either crying or arguing with herself about what she should do about Brand. Every time she looked at Tiw’s mark on her back, she thought about Brand, her mate. Did he hate her for leaving him as she had, or did he still love her and only waited for her to make the first move? As for making a decision, she was no closer to one. It was driving her crazy.

  She had to talk to someone other than an individual from Brand’s “family.” She needed someone who could look at things from her perspective and would be able to help her sort out her feelings. The only person she could think of was her big sister, Renea. Growing up, they’d both confided in each other, told each other secrets that neither had broken their promise to never tell. The only thing holding Elsa back from talking to Renea was the fact she didn’t know if her sister would believe her when Elsa told her werewolves existed.

  Renea knew there was something bothering Elsa. Only this morning when Renea had called, her sister had mentioned how Elsa seemed out of sorts. How she sounded a bit depressed. Elsa had been so close to telling Renea the whole story about Brand over the phone.

  The sound of someone putting a key into her flat’s door had Elsa’s heart beating at a fast rate. Could it be Brand? He still had the set of keys she’d given him. She tensed, not sure how she would react if it was indeed him. Once the door swung open, Elsa breathed a sigh of relief to see it was Renea, not Brand.

  Her sister shut the door behind her. “All right, time for a sister-to-sister talk. No more telling me you’re fine when I know you’re not. Something is bothering you, and you’re not going to get over it until you’ve told someone.” Renea crossed the distance between them and then sat on the couch next to Elsa. “So out with it. You know I’m a good sounding board.”

  “I doubt you’ll believe what I have to say.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. You won’t know until you’ve told me.”

  Elsa took a deep breath. “You’re right; something is bothering me. Something that most people would think is a tale of fiction. And it has to do with Brand.”

  “I had a feeling it did since you haven’t mentioned him for two days.”

  “Here comes the crazy part. I’m just going to come right out with it. Brand is an immortal werewolf warrior who has been alive for over thirteen hundred years. He hunts the bad werewolves.”

  Renea didn’t say anything for a few seconds. “Brand is a werewolf?”

  “Yes. And apparently I’m his mate.”

  “And how do you know that?”

  “I’ve been marked as one.” Elsa turned, pulled her right arm out of her shirt’s sleeve, and lifted the material at her back, giving her sister a good look at Tiw’s mark. “This says I am.”

  Renea shifted closer and reached out to touch it. “Holy fuck, you have to be telling the truth. I know this can’t be a tattoo. You hate needles. There is no way you’d be able to handle having one done. And besides, I know you wouldn’t ever make up a story like that.”

  Elsa fixed her shirt and turned back to Renea. “You have no idea how much better I feel knowing you believe me. I wanted to tell you so many times but couldn’t bring myself to do it. I really need your advice.”

  She told Renea everything. About how Brand had first met Elsa when she was sixteen and had realized she was his mate, and then how he’d watched over her for the last seven years. How if she agreed to become his mate, an Anglo-Saxon god would grant her immortality as he’d done for Brand. By the time she’d finished telling Renea everything, her sister, who normally didn’t get emotional, had tears in her eyes.

  “Shit, Elsa, you can’t let him go,” Renea said as she wiped the tears away. “Do you have any idea how much I’d love to have something like this happen to me? Brand loves you. Can you picture another man not having sex for seven years just because he feels he’d be cheating on the woman he knows is his mate, even though she doesn’t know it? I can’t. For fuck sake, he was going to step aside for that fuckwad Teddy. Brand is leaving you to decide whether he gets his happily ever after or whether you condemn him to an eternity of loneliness.”

  “So you don’t think I should be upset with him for stalking me for the last seven years?”

  “Hell no, little sis. He was keeping you safe. He knows what lurks in the night. He comes from another time where men thought it was their duty to protect their women. You’re just not used to it.” Renea paused and then looked her directly in the eyes. “Elsa, you love Brand. It shows in the way you talk about him. Don’t let him go or you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

  Elsa’s eyes welled. “I do love him. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since I left him. I’ll do this, but I’m not letting you go. I don’t know what to do about Mum and Dad.”

  “Don’t worry about them right now. You have years before they’ll notice you aren’t exactly aging. And I’m not going anywhere.” Renea leaned in and kissed Elsa’s cheek. “Now wipe those tears and call your man. Don’t make him suffer any more than he already has. I’m sure he’s missing you.”

  “You know how much I love you, right?”

  Renea chuckled. “Of course. And I love you just as much. Now go start the rest of your eternal life with your mate.”

  Her sister stood and then walked out of the flat. Once she was alone, Elsa grabbed up her phone and dialed Brand’s mobile. She hoped he was somewhere close by. He picked up after the second ring.

  “Elsa?”

  “Yeah, it’s me.” She paused and took a deep breath. “I love you, Brand.”

  The sound of him hanging up sounded lou
d in her ear. She’d just replaced the cordless on its base when her flat’s door opened and Brand stood in the entranceway. He closed it behind him; then, moving faster than a mortal would, he had her in his arms and his mouth was devouring hers. Elsa held on for dear life, and all her anxiety and uncertainty washed away on a tide of intense desire. This was where she was meant to be, in the arms of her mate, forever.

  Their clothes seemed to suddenly be gone as Brand undressed them both with werewolf speed. He picked her up and took her to the couch. He sat with her straddling his lap. His hard cock pressed against her pussy, causing wetness to pool to make her ready for him. He continued to kiss her and run his hands caressingly along her body until she ached to have him inside her.

  Brand released her mouth and stared into her eyes. His had changed, had become more animal-like with the irises taking up much of the white. He held up his hand to show her the claws that tipped his fingers.

  “Only you make me like this. Only you bring my wolf out,” he said in a gruff voice. “Only my mate. I promise to make you happy, to love you forever. I don’t think I could handle losing you again.”

  Elsa hungrily took his lips then said against them, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  No longer able to wait, she rose on her knees and positioned herself over his cock. She slowly sank down until she’d taken his whole length. Up and down she rode him, knowing she’d never want another man like this ever again. Brand held on to her hips and lifted her on and off him, increasing their pace until he had her crying out in release. His cock swelled and locked them together. Elsa kissed him with all the love she had for him.

  As another splash of cum hit her cervix, she moaned. “I guess you’ll talk to Tiw about making us true mates soon?”

  “Yes, but that can wait. Right now I want my mate again. I’ll never get enough of you.”

  Brand stood with her in his arms, his cock still buried inside her, and took her to her bedroom. Elsa had a feeling they wouldn’t be leaving it for a very long time.

  The End

  About the Author:

  Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.

  After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now also writes paranormals.

  Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and four children. Check out Marisa's website at www.marisachenery.com. She would love to hear from you, so drop her an email while you're there.

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