Sasha's Lion (7 page)

The idiot laughed. “You’ll live.
Wanna
tell me why you’re so drunk, or even how you got the alcohol? You’re not twenty-one.”

He passed her some tissues and a bottle of water. She
cleaned herself up and rinsed her mouth out with water, then slowly sat back in
the car and sipped her drink. “I have a fake ID. I’ve had it since I was
sixteen. I needed it to get into clubs in Australia. I wouldn’t need it if I
lived there now as I’m eighteen, and that’s when it’s legal to drink back
home.” Sasha rested her head on the window and closed her eyes again. “I was
asked by dancing friends to go out, and they all kept buying me birthday drinks
as they missed the party.”

“You couldn’t tell them no, you’d had enough.”

“
Mmm
, I could have, but
the alcohol was making me feel less guilt, and it gave me the guts to call
Britney.”

He didn’t say anything to that, and Sasha thought
she must have nodded off because when she awoke again it was to the cool early
morning air in Savron’s arms. He cradled her in one arm as he awkwardly opened
his door. She wrapped her hands around his neck as he walked into his house and
down the hall to the end to an open door. He walked in and laid her on the bed.

“I have a couple of spare toothbrushes in the en-suite.
I bought a three pack last time, so you can have one.”
 
He rummaged through his clothes and handed
her a shirt. “If you want to get a shower here’s a shirt you can wear after.”

She stood and took the shirt. “Thanks, I appreciate
this.”

 
“No problem.
Yell if you need me.”

Going to the bathroom she shut the door, went
straight to the shower and fiddled with the taps until she had the water just
right. She stripped out of her dirty clothes and hopped under the hot spray. It
felt so good to get clean. She scrubbed her hands over her body wishing she had
some female body scrub.

Sasha stayed in the shower until she couldn’t avoid
getting out any longer. Turning the taps off, she got out and rummaged through
the cabinet until she found a stack of towels. Taking one she wrapped it around
herself.
 
Rubbing herself dry Sasha took the
shirt Savron had given her and slipped it on, taking a deep breath in of his scent.
Picking up her discarded clothes and neatly folding them she slipped her
panties in the middle of the pile, opened the door, and walked out feeling
almost a hundred percent better.

Savron lay on the bed in only black boxers with his
hands behind his head staring at the door she’d come from. “Feel better?” His
relaxed state eased her discomfort.

“Yes, much better. Thanks again.”

He shrugged. “Put your clothes on the dresser behind
you.”

She clutched the clothes to her chest. “I’ll put
them next to where I’m sleeping. Where am I sleeping?

“
Here.
”

 
“Oh, where
are you sleeping?”

He got up in one quick fast movement, took the clothes
from her, placed them on the dresser and pulled her to the bed. “Here, with
you.”

Sasha squealed as they fell on the bed, and the
shirt hiked up revealing she had nothing on underneath. Sasha pushed against
his chest to move from underneath him and get up, but she paused staring up at
him as a drawn-out moan left his lips and his hands slid up her thighs and
rested on her bare
arse
.

“You have nothing on underneath.” His hands moved around,
and she stared up into his flashing yellow eyes scared of what he’d do.

“I don’t do that. Argh, I mean I haven’t done really
anything.”
Shit!
She was doing this
wrong, and the feel of him touching her was getting to her, making her body
burn with need. “Um, I’m saving ‘it’ for the person I intend to marry.”

His hands didn’t stop. She bit her cheek as a groan
slipped past her lips, and his fingers brushed over her heated core. “I’m a
virgin. I want my first time to be something I won’t regret. I want—”

His mouth captured hers, and what she intended to
say got lost. A finger probed her vagina, and his tongue sought her own. Her
hands that hadn’t moved from his solid chest came up to grip his shoulder as
she felt a second finger added and then pumped in and out of her pussy. His
mouth left hers, and she panted for breath and knew that if he kept up this
onslaught she’d come soon.

“I’ll make it good.” He kissed her neck. “I’ll make
it special.” His teeth grazed her skin. “I’ll be your only. This I can promise
you.” His teeth sank into her shoulder, and she screamed as she came hard.
Waves of bliss washed over her.

Sasha could feel Savron lapping at her shoulder. She
could feel his rock hard erection pressed to her thigh. He stopped licking
where he’d bitten her and trailed back up her neck, giving feather light kisses.
He paused at her lips and brushed his over hers. Savron then eased off her and
lay flat on his back next to her. Savron brought her close, tucking her into
his side. She stared up at him as he brought his cum-coated fingers to his
mouth and sucked them clean.

“
Mmm
, you taste better
than you smell, gorgeous.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss on her forehead
and eased her so she was half on top of him. He sighed and stroked her hair.
“Go to sleep now, Sasha.”

****

Even with the most painful erection he’d ever had,
he slept better than he could remember in years. He held his mate close,
stroking her hair and listening to her breathing.

Savron had no idea how this was going to work
between them, and he hoped she forgave him for what he’d done. How did you
explain to a woman that you’d mate-marked her, that they now had a bond
stronger than a human marriage?

Sasha snuggled more into him, and he chuckled as she
moaned, “It can’t be morning. I only just got to sleep.”

“It’s almost lunchtime.”

She sat up fast, and he watched as she groaned and lay
back on him. “I didn’t realize it was that late. I have to get up and call my
mum. I need to go home, too, as I’ve got a dance class late this afternoon I
can’t miss. I have a big competition in a couple of weeks.” This time she
slowly got up. “I’m going to be busy for the next several weeks. I have an
assignment I need to have done by Friday, and I need to have at least half of a
book read for English, plus homework I do for every other subject, and that’s
just this week.”

She got off him, walked to the bathroom, and shut
the door. His little mate had no idea that she couldn’t brush him off. He wasn’t
going to let her.
 
He heard her do her
morning business and then he heard the toilet seat go down and the lid strain
as she sat. He chuckled and went after her. He opened the door to see her
sitting on the toilet her feet tucked under his shirt and her head rested on
her knees.

“You want to talk in here or out there?”

Sasha turned bright red and eased off the toilet
seat. “Can we go sit in your lounge room?”

“Sure.”

Savron turned and walked to his lounge room. He felt
her follow behind him. He sat on the sofa and pulled her next to him as she
walked by him to sit on the recliner.

They sat for a moment in the quiet just cuddling. He
knew she had a million questions.

“Ask.”

“What did you do to me last night?”

“Well I thought that was obvious, but if you want a
re—”

Sasha whacked his chest and made a choking embarrassed
noise. “Not that. I know what that was. I was talking about you biting me.” She
reached up and rubbed his mark.

“I mated you.” He leaned down and kissed his mark. She
shivered against his body. “You are the one woman in the world that I and my lion
could and will love.
The woman who can have my children.
The woman who is the other half of my soul.
The only woman who can soothe my savage beast.”
He cupped
her face.
“The one woman in the whole universe who was made
just for me, and I just for you.”

Sasha’s breathing was coming in pants, and her eyes
were wide as saucers. “How do you know this?” she whispered.

He kissed her, bringing her onto him so she
straddled his lap. Sasha’s arms came straight around his neck, and she held him
tight. His body came alive, and Sasha’s scent intensified.

Fuck
.
This was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done. When she’d told him last
night she was a virgin and was saving it for someone special, the man she’d
marry, he knew he couldn’t have sex with her. It had to be her choice. Savron
wanted it to be her choice. He wanted Sasha to choose him.

Pulling his mouth from hers, he groaned at her passion-filled
eyes. “This.” He pointed to her and then himself. “You’re irresistible to me. I
knew you were something special as soon as I saw you. It took me a while to
figure it out, I’ll admit, but my lion went crazy and knew instantly.” He
tucked some of her hair behind her ear. “Do you remember how I acted on your
birthday?”

 
She nodded.

“That was when I knew for sure. I got out of my car,
and desert rose hit me full force. Then I saw you in that tiny, tight
dress,
and I almost came in my pants.
 
I thought you were, are, the most beautiful
thing I’d ever seen.” He let his hands trail down her back. “My lion went crazy,
and I couldn’t control him. That’s why my family came out so they could help.”
He watched as she took it all in.

“Why did you mate me now? It’s been a couple of
weeks.”

He ran his hand through his hair and scrubbed his
face, reluctant to tell her more. She sat straddled in his lap waiting. “I
couldn’t handle it anymore. My lion and I were going insane without you,
especially when we knew where you live and that a lot of the time you were with
my family. I tried to spend time with you, but any time I’m close to you I have
to fight myself and lion not to claim you.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He brought his arms around her and hugged her to
him. He held her and hoped she understood. “You’re human.
Fragile,
and young.”

Sasha pushed at his chest, but he wouldn’t let her
move until she’d heard it all.

“You’re rare. We don’t mate with humans often.
Shifters are stronger than you in every way. If I hadn’t mated you, you’d have
grown old and died a lot earlier than me. You could have got some disease and
died. You would never have had children of your own. That’s just some things.
Also you don’t know the shifter rules.” He touched her mate mark. “I’ve given
you extended life. You’ll never get sick, and you’ll heal quicker. But you’ll
never be as strong as me, and you’ll never change into a shifter. Our children
will. They will be like me. Humans are inferior. ”

Savron let his hands drop, and Sasha scrambled off
him.

“I didn’t claim you on your birthday because I
wanted you to get to know me. I wanted you to know the world you’re coming
into. I wanted you to know what I do.”

Sasha didn’t say anything. She just stared at him.
He wished he knew what she was thinking.

 
“I couldn’t
live without you anymore, and when you rang Britney accepting what I was I knew
I couldn’t wait any longer. Last night was the first time since I met you that
I’ve slept.” He moved towards her. “I need you. I need you here with me.”

Sasha bit her lip, and he wanted to kiss her. It was
so cute.

“You want me to move in here with you?”

“Yes.”

Sasha looked around. “I … I don’t have a job to help
pay for anything. I’m still in school. I’m Australian. America won’t let me
stay here forever.”

Savron inched closer to her. “You don’t need a job.
I have one.”

 
She frowned
and raised her eyebrow.

“You can help out when you finish school. I want you
to finish school and be happy.” He was scared to tell her the next thing, but
he knew he had to. “The mate claim is
sorta
like
marriage but stronger. There is no such thing as divorce. You’re it for me.”
Savron cleared his throat. “I can’t physically be with anyone else. Not that I
want to be or would even think about it. Fuck, I’m stuffing this up.”

Sasha looked shell-shocked. Savron tugged her to
him. “Give us, this, a chance. If you’re happy I’ll marry you in the human way
also. Shit, if you want I’ll even move to Australia. Sydney and Perth have a
gateway. Look, I promise if it doesn’t work you can leave.”

After what felt like hours but were only minutes
Sasha nodded. “Okay, I’ll give us a chance. What do I tell my mum?”

He knew Sasha and her mother were close, but he
wasn’t sure it was safe for her mother to know about shifters. “What do you
want to tell her?”

“I’m not sure. I don’t know if I want Mum to know
about the otherworldly creatures. I know she won’t want me moving in here with
you. Even though I’m eighteen, it still feels wrong just telling her I’m moving
out. Can we ease into it?”