Waking up, Jas felt heat radiating all around her. It was so cosy until she felt a weight across her thigh, cracking one eye open she saw a huge hand holding her down. Her heart started to race and she remembered the bizarre dream she had, or was it a dream? She had seen her portrait alive, speaking to her. She had touched him. ‘Oh Lordy! Oh Lordy!’ she chanted in her head, could he be real? Her heart kicked up an extra notch, she remembered staring up at him, and his eyes were mesmerizing as he had looked at her. Now that she had thought about it he had looked surprised.

Why was he in bed with her? His voice had been so deep and mesmerizing, just thinking about his voice was giving her goose bumps. What was wrong with her? Was she mad? A strange man was in bed with her and here she was daydreaming about him. Oh, but those muscles of his, when she had touched him, she was sure she felt an electric current travel through her! What had happened to her? She had started to feel faint, she must have blacked out. Thinking about it, why were her muscles so sore? She remembered him giving her something to drink, it soothed her. He seemed so caring, maybe he wasn’t a bad person. Jas started to slide away from his hand. Just a little more and she would be able to turn around and see if it was her man behind her. Slowly, slowly, until his hand tightened and he was turning her around to face him.

“How’re you feeling?” Oh! She could listen to him the whole night, he had a low husky voice that caressed her as he spoke.

“Better. What happened?”

“You met me.” Opening her eyes wide she lifted her eyebrows at him, he must be joking. It was very dark in the room. It was difficult to see his face.

“Funny! What’s your name? Why are you in bed with me? I don’t want to sound ungrateful, you helped me and all, but it’s not very appropriate for you to just lie down with me.” Wulf had been waiting since the previous evening for her to wake up. He had started to think that maybe he had done something wrong. She was so tiny he had worried that maybe he hadn’t given her enough of his blood for the bonding. As he had been about to call for help, she had started to wake.

While she had slept, it had given Wulf the opportunity to look at her. She barely reached his chest; as she slept, her hair had come loose and now lay all around her in curls. Wulf just stopped himself from stroking her hair. He didn’t want to frighten her.

“I’m Wulf. I’m your mate, and from today I’m the only one that will be in bed with you,” Wulf stated. “I know you might find this confusing, but you are mine, we belong together. I am sure you felt the connection when you touched me yesterday.” He could see she was about to bolt, and that was the one thing he didn’t want her to do now. In his state of arousal, it would push him over the edge. He wanted to be as gentle as possible with his woman. He didn’t want her to be frightened of him.

” What is your name?”

“Jasmine … you didn’t even know my name. How can you say that we belong together? Are you going to hurt me?” she realised how helpless she was. She could feel the power radiating from him as he helped her up with one arm.

“I will never harm you, you are the most important part of my life. I have been searching for you for a very long time.” 

“How can you say that, you have never seen me before. Are you mad?” She was getting frightened now, starting to fight to try and get away from his arm. Why did she feel such an attraction for this man, if she didn’t even know him?

“Stop that!” he growled. “Calm down, I’m going to lift you up and we are going to talk, okay?” As she nodded, Wulf lifted her up in his arms effortlessly and carried her to the living room, seating them down on the couch tucking her on his lap. She started to wiggle, trying to move onto the couch, but hearing Wulf grunt and feeling his erection, she stilled immediately. Oh, golly he felt so big under her, she was feeling breathless. He stroked the back of her neck to try and calm her. If she didn’t stop moving like that every time she breathed, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself on taking her right here, right now. She had stopped wiggling when he had pushed her down onto his cock, but her breathing was still making her butt stroke him just right.

“Jasmine. I will never hurt you, as I have told you, you are mine. That means that I will always put your welfare above everything and everyone else, even myself. I know that this will be difficult for you to believe but I am part of the Elemental’s MC. I’m sure you have seen us ride past; but the Elementals are not just bikers; we are a species older than time, each one of us has a strong animal instinct that is our totem animal instinct. We can bend the elements to our liking; this comes with centuries of fighting and practice. We are a species that must take blood but we also eat food. We usually need blood once a month to keep our strength up, but forget about what you are thinking and just feel. What does this feel like between us?” Wulf paused to let Jas digest what he was saying.

“What does that even mean?” She was looking up at him with uncertainty in her eyes. He could see the fear and confusion.

“I can move the elements. I am just telling you this, so that you know who and what I am. How did you paint those portraits of me? Did you have a picture? Did someone put you up to it?” Wulf was trying to give her a chance to think about something else, without her pondering too long on what he was revealing to her. 

“Are you for real, first you tell me that you are my mate whatever that may be? Then you tell me this absurd story about moving Elements. You also hold me down and don’t let me move from your lap, without even knowing me or me knowing you, and you have the audacity to tell me not to be afraid of you!”  As she spoke her voice rose steadily until she was practically screaming. “Well let me tell you! I am afraid of you, you might be drop dead gorgeous, but that doesn’t give you any right to come into my home! How did you get in anyway? Everything was closed. And maul me. Let me go!” she finished by pushing away from him. 

He wasn’t having any of that though, his arm tightened around her. “Stop! You are going to hurt yourself!”  He growled in a no-nonsense voice. “Listen to me!  I’m trying to be as gentle as possible here. We are bonded, we will not be able to stay away from one another for long as it will affect us. I know this is overwhelming, especially for you. Tell me why did you paint me?”

“I’m an artist, sometimes I paint stuff that comes to me. Usually it’s things that are going to happen, but I can never change the outcome, even though I have tried.” He could hear the pain in her voice. 

“The first time I painted you, was about five years ago. The last was last night.” She looked up at him. “I usually don’t know what I’m painting until I’m finished, like a trance. That’s how I painted you.” Now he was going to think she was a freak or mad. Most people that had found out about this had always judged her. Why had she just told him this? She didn’t even know him. 

Looking at her downcast head, at her dejected look he felt his heart constrict. Reaching out with his hand under her chin he raised her head until she was looking at him. Bending his head, he touched his lips to hers, until he felt her starting to relax. As she opened her mouth he surged into her with a passion that soon left them both breathless. What was she doing? She had to stop this. As the kiss deepened she started to struggle. She had never lost control or felt like this with any of the men she had kissed before. Not that it had ever gone too far, and to be honest she had only kissed two men before Wulf.

Jas managed to wrench her mouth away from him.  Both were having difficulty catching their breath.  He lowered his forehead to hers, trying to regain control. He was stunned at how quickly he lost all control with her. This was dangerous, he had to make her his in every way. He had never felt so out of control in his whole existence, anyone could have attacked them and he wouldn’t have been prepared. 

“You say that you are not human? You feel pretty human to me,” she stated, breathlessly trying to break the tension.

“Think about it, what you just said to me about your painting. Do you find that often? Don’t you think there is a reason why you painted me? People don’t just go around and paint others without knowing them or even seeing them? You are special, and you know deep down that what I am telling you is true. You are mine!”

“Wulf,” she whispered, savouring his name on her lips. “It’s true!” Lowering his head, he feathered his lips across hers. 

“Yes, it is. We will work through this together. Having a mate is also new to me.”

Raising her eyes, she stared into his penetrating gaze. “Why have you never had a mate?” Why would a man like Wulf never have had a mate before? Any women would want someone like him. 

“We Elementals only mate once, and it’s for life. We don’t choose our women, you are my one and only. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” 

“How can you know that, maybe you’re mistaken!”  She had to make sure that what he was telling her was a fact.

“I’m not. As soon as mates touch they start to convert. That’s why you had that small fit. The man has to bond the two together or the female will die and the man will be lost to his dark side.”  She had a feeling that he was hiding something.

“How did you bond us?” He did not want to frighten her and he was hoping to have to breach the topic of blood later, once she was fully his, but he did not want to start their relationship with lies or half-truths. He decided to tell her the truth.

“I had to give you some of my blood and then take some of yours. That is how our people bond.” 

He had given her blood? How? She wasn’t going to ask, just the thought made her nauseous. “So now that we are bonded what does that mean, are we like married or something?” As they chatted Wulf had been rubbing his thumb up and down her ribs just under her breasts. Every time his thumb touched the underside of her breast a friction went through her. It felt so good when he had kissed her already. 

“Being my mate is more than marriage. I will protect you with my life. You are my other half, I will not be able to go on long without your touch, or you mine. In our race, there isn’t such a thing as divorce. You are mine forever and always.” As he finished saying this he sealed his lips to hers. They both tasted each other with complete abandonment. Wulf’s hand went up from her ribs and cupped her breast. She moaned with the pleasure of finally feeling his hand rubbing her nipple. Wulf groaned, her breasts were full and ripe for his touch. Her nipples already as hard as pebbles calling to be suckled. He felt his cock grow fuller. His jeans had already been uncomfortable with his semi erection that he had been sporting since their bonding, but now they were chafing his cock; but even that couldn’t detract from the pleasure he was feeling. Leaning her back over his arm he kissed his way down her neck to the top of her T-shirt. Lifting his eyes to her face, he saw her eyes were semi- closed in pleasure. He could smell her essence, he had to have her or go mad.