Fucking shite. Shite. Oh shite. What the fucking bloody shite?!
"Hel!" Oliver yelled. "You are freaking me out."
"I.. I didn't say anything!"
"You did. In my bloody mind. You're going crazy," he gasped.
But before I could say anything, she texted me again.
Mia: Umbra and Shay were too, and so is Cosmos.
Mia: I see where you took it from.
Mia: Oli was never able to tell, and he spent so long with me.
Mia: What gave me up?
Me: Too old. Too power. Too knowledgeable. Doesn't interfere directly.
"Hel? Who are you talking to? What's happening?"
"Wait!" I stopped him. "She's writing!"
{"I'm losing my mind."} "Who is she?"
"Crone… I mean, Mia… ugh, Crone. Same fucking person!"
He came to me, "What? She told you?" He gasped.
"Just come here and read this shite," I growled.
Mia: And even so, no one was able to figure it out.
Mia: Except Bell and Umbra.
"That means Abellona knows she's a… demigod vampire."
"Oh shite, you were right!" He covered his mouth in shock.
Mia: But that wasn't all, was it?
Me: The way you talked about the Maden and the Mother.
Me: Felt too personal, too intimate.
Me: Like an older sister would speak. I got a hunt.
Me: I threw it.
Me: You confirmed.
Me: Thanks for all the help so far.
Me: So, can we cut the chase and you tell me already?
{"She has the guts to talk to a Goddess like that. Fuck. I'm so lucky of being her mate. She'll soooo never get rid of me."} "What do you want to know from her, beautiful?"
I gulped and showed the initial messages to him. "She's the only one with answers. I'm going crazy. You are going crazy, because I'm also going crazy. And I don't have the bloody patience to wait until we read all the bloody huge books to get answers. When she's right there."
"And here I thought we had consummated it already," he grinned.
Naughty arsehole. "I thought so too, but it wasn't the case."
Mia: You're lucky I favor you two, Wilhelmina, dear.
Mia: And that you're your mom's daughter, because she was sweet and a delight, and it was impossible not to adore her.
Mia: Telepathy. Share thoughts with each other.
Mia: Empathy. Can feel each other's emotions.
Mia: Channeling. Can share each other's magic powers, as well as channel from one another, pass energy from one to the other, send energy to each other.
Mia: Healing. The second you fully consummate your bond, your healing and regeneration speed become his too.
Mia: That's all you are ready know for now.
Mia: No pleading will make me tell more.
Mia: This is as far as I can help you, dear.
Mia: I'm dancing through the Deity rules for you.
Mia: I'm not the one who's an specialist in mating bonds.
Mia: My sisters are.
Mia: I helped them to create it, but they build it in depth.
Mia: Plus, I had a mate myself, I'm kind of biased.
Me: Thank you, Mia.
Me: What can I do to pay you back?
Mia: Go to Emerald Sky City, get me the roses, find the location of the Crown, go get it, open your eyes for the aether, go to war, and win.
Mia: Don't forget to meet my youngest sister in 10 days.
Mia: I have to go pretend to be a witch.
Mia: Besides Oliver, who's behind you, don't tell anyone.
Mia: And you two better win that tournament.
Mia: Give me entertainment!
Then all of our conversation disappeared and she went off. But we stayed frozen in our spot. Minds blank, still staring at the screen of my iPad. Still trying to absorb the bomb she just dropped.
"Telepathy, empathy, channeling, healing," he broke the silence. "That's kind of too much even for me. If what master said is right, Hel," he came to my front and kneeled to look at my stunned face as I was siting in the side of the couch, "you can use disintegration, I can use time magic. We can use everything the other can."
I'm doomed. I'm so doomed. I'm so bloody doomed. I am. Doomed.
Oli gave me an annoyed look, "I would appreciate if you stopped saying that, sweetheart?"
Sweetheart? That's new. Makes me feel weird stuff again. Damned bastard, he's going to be my bloody doom. "Can you ignore my thoughts? I can't help freaking out. It's my fault for being a winged-serpent, I'm not normal, and neither is a mating bond with me. I don't want you to be reading my thoughts or feeling what I feel, because the majority of what I feel ain't good at all. And worse, you are too horny, you feel too much, it'll pass it on me and I'll begin to be all like you. Weird." Bloody weird.
But the bastard burst out laughing and hugged me, until he fell on his back with me on his chest, still laughing, and the overwhelming feeling he had going on made me start laughing. And I don't laugh like that, I never laugh this much.
"Stop," I slapped his chest with tears on my eyes. "Stop laughing, you will kill me. See? I'm acting weird like you, Oliver," I growled. "Why are you even laughing?" I asked laughing. "My cheeks hurt," I complained. "I was being serious, you know?"
He held my face with his two hands carefully, "You are even more beautiful than normal when you laugh, you know that?" Then he kissed me softly, and I began to feel warm hearted, I don't like it.
"No, I don't know, because I'm not used to laughing like you idiot, I look stupid," I groaned, pouting.
"You don't, you look amazing," he gave me a naughty smile. "And I'm laughing because I'm happy. This is better than I expected, now you'll be able to share your pain with me, and you won't feel so bad."
I flinched, "Precisely what I don't want."
"Too bad. I'm going to feel all you feel, babe. And doom? Are you sure I'll be your doom and not the other way around?" He flashed his fangs.
"We'll be each other's doom then," I scowled.
"Good side, I'll heal like you," he winked.
I scoffed, "You did see my body, right? That can cause some very horrible situations. But the regeneration is good, though painful. It also means I can stab you!" I grinned widely.
Oliver gasped, "Why do you feel happy with that?"
"I'm attracted to violence, what can I say?" I rolled my shoulders.
"You're sick, babe," he sounds concerned.
"No shite?" I mocked. "See? You're in for trouble. I'm trouble."
His eyes turned red and I cursed when I began to feel all horny, all because he's feeling that way. "I like trouble. And I mean, that is to be expected when I'm mated to a being that channels energy of chaos."
I rolled my eyes, "Can you control yourself? Why are you horny?"
Oliver kissed my lips, "It's your fault. You make me like this. Now you will feel horny all the time, so, you better prepare yourself, darling. It's going to happen. By the way, I've been wanting to ask you, how does your period works. Every kind is different."
I blinked, "From what I've learned, mine is twice a year. March and October. First week of each, and it only lasts like, three days. Serpents, at least in my case, have seasonal stuff. Like the period for females."
"So, you have your mating season twice a year." {"I'll be waiting for it. She'll probably act more savagely than she already does. Amazing."}
"Stop, Oliver!" I cried. "I'm not the savage here. You are!"
"You think we might be nymphomaniacs?" {"Because I definitely can not stop thinking about having sex with her. I might be genuinely an addict. Though I don't mind that kind of sickness. Not with her. And not when she's as addicted as me."}
My eyes widened in embarrassment, "Oliver!"
{"She's so hot when she's annoyed. I'm all hard again."} "Babe, freeze time again," {"I'm not done with you. I don't think I'll ever be."}
I gasped, jumping away from him. "Control your hormones, you bloody addicted vampire. I'm not a drug, you know?" I ran to the other side of the room. "I need space," I mean, I don't. Definitely not from him, but it's getting complicated. "We should read the books," Fuck. I'm soaping wet not. Bloody naughty monster. "Stay away. If you stay away, you won't read my thoughts and vice versa."
But he faded right behind me when I was almost closing the door of the bathroom, closing and locking the door on the way. "Soaping wet, babe?" He whispered, pressing me over the door, my back to him, then I heard a sound of towel dropping and I got wetter than I already was. {"Let me fuck this arse again,"} he made me arch my arse for him. "Let me see how ready you are for me," he whispered against my ear as he touched his slander fingers on my pussy.
He's insane… making me all needy. Ugh. "Oli..ver.." I breathed, as three of his fingers entered me in the next second, making me cry and arch my arse so much to him, that I felt his cock. I want it so bad.
{"So ready and needy, so tight no matter how many times she takes all of me, so delicious,"} he added one my finger and I pressed my chest on the door, crying out. "Say it, Hel. Beg me, my love."
Doomed. I'm doomed. "Oli…" I cried. "Please. I need you. In me… In my pussy, babe…" I can't breath. I need your cum. I need it all. "Please." He murmured something I couldn't make out, and gave it all to me.