Chapter 117

Chapter 117

Joaquin

It’s been less than an hour since I met my mate, and she is already trying to make me go on a diet.

Women, right? She is glaring up at me, clearly unhappy about me holding the axorian in my hands. I

don’t get it. She killed them for me–it would be a waste to let all of this meat rot on the hill.

“Put down the monster!” she growls at me.

I have no idea what she is saying. Her language is mean and strange. I’m serious. My mate has

sounded angry with me ever since she saw me, and, for a brief second, I entertain the idea of throwing

her inside my pocket so I can ignore her, but she probably wouldn’t appreciate that…

Deciding to play it safe, I sigh and drop the axorian. It thuds against the earth, sending a cloud of dust

into the air. My tiny mate’s eyes widen in shock then immediately narrow in what I recognize as anger.

“Are you trying to kill me? What if that had landed on me, huh? Aren’t you supposed to keep your mate

safe? Or wait, do you still think I’m a ‘snacci’ to eat?”

There is one word I understand. Snacci is another word for mate in my language. It’s beautiful and

beloved combined into one-the most affectionate thing you can call someone, yet my mate is just angry

with me. Is this my life from now on? Am I constantly going to be lectured by this…whatever she is?

“Are you even listening to me? I swear you must be the most disrespectful guy I’ve ever met. Guys

usually fall over themselves to please me, and here you are, ignoring me like I’ma pesky fly. What’s

next, you’ll want to eat me too?”

She stomps her foot, frustration written all over her face. I just watch in silence as she gives me what I

can only imagine is the scolding of a lifetime.

It’s then that I’m given an idea, something I know will melt my mate’s heart. I shrink down in size,

shocking my beloved mate by suddenly appearing at her eye level. She takes a step back, surprised

and momentarily silent. Perfect.

I lean in to kiss her, but my mate’s reaction isn’t one I expected. She shricks and slaps my face, which

is confusing. It’s almost as if she does not want to mate with me,

Her strange eyes are wide with fear. They aren’t like mine, yet I can tell it’s fear she’s feeling. I want to

tell her that she is safe with me and that I will take care of her, but I’m puzzled why she would slap me.

Doesn’t she know that a dark fairy’s bones are thicker and stronger when they shrink down in size?

Probably not.

My mate reels back her hand, waving it in the air with pain mirroring over her face. “That f*cking hurt…

Are you made of stone? Bricks?”

“Can I see your hand?” I ask in my own language, knowing my saliva will be able to heal her within

seconds.

My mate, however, doesn’t understand. She stares at me in silence and I use that opportunity to grab

her hand. Without hesitation, I lick her palm, causing her to shriek and punch me in the face yet again.

I snarl-not because it hurts, but because she just ended up injuring herself all over again.

My mate immediately goes quiet, flinching backward, her hands raised to shield herself.

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I am baffled and sickened by her expression.

Does she really think I would hurt her? She isn’t even half my stature right now, and she is treasure,

and she thinks I will harm her?!

my

mate-someone I’m meant to

“Don’t eat me!” She yells, and even though I have no idea what she is saying, I take her hand in mine.

This time, I stroke it gently, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. I want to show her that I’m not a

threat.

My mate’s es are round with fear, her chest heaving with each cat she takes. I feel a pang of regret,

wishing I understood her better, wishing I could reassure her in a language she understands.

“Shhh….” I coo in a soothing tone, running my fingers over the back of her hand. Her skin is soft and

warm under my touch. Slowly, her breathing starts to calm down, and she lowers her hands from her

face.

“Is your hand hurting?” I ask again in my own language, knowing full well she won’t understand me. But

I need to speak, if only to break the silence that has fallen between us..

She doesn’t respond for a while but then stares down at her hand, which is covered in my saliva. I

know the lack of pain is surprising her, and a small smile tugs at the corner of my lips when she tilts her

head at me.

“My saliva,” I try to explain.

But she doesn’t get it.

Her eyes widen, so I point at her hand, then at my mouth, trying to communicate what I just did. Her

brows furrow as she tries to understand me but then realization sears through her eyes as she yanks

back her hand.

“You have healing spit? Geez, you’re a weirder creature than I thought you were! But you know what?

I’m starting not to mind. You’re my fated mate, and uhh… I guess we should finish the mating ritual?”

I have no idea what she is saying and suddenly, she grows a bit taller in front of me. Appearance-

changing magic? I stare at her, shell-shocked, when she presses her lips to mine while stroking little

patterns over my shirt.

My mind goes blank at her touch, drowned out by the warm sensation coursing through my veins. Her

soft lips move against mine, and in an instant, I am not just kissing my mate: I am experiencing a taste

of heaven.

The feeling is euphoric, better than any hunt or battle victory. Her lips are sweet as nectar and all I want

to do is to keep tasting them forever. But just as I start to savor the moment, she pulls away, leaving me

yearning for more.

Her eyes meet mine, those strange eyes that are different from mine but now hold a spark of

acceptance and maybe even…… respect? She looks at me differently now, not with fear or anger but

with something else-something that makes my heart

race

Then she surprises me again-she wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body against mine.

The contact sends shivers down my spine; it’s overwhelming and intoxicating.

She starts speaking again in that strange language of hers. I strain to understand her words-anything to

know what’s happening in her mind.

what will happen,” she murmurs seductively while grabbing my horns. I hiss in response, and a

knowing grin er lips. “You like that, huh? Well, you’re in luck because I’m going to *ck you and mark

you. And then, I’m going you home somehow.”

ve no idea what she is saying, but the answer is yes to everything as long as she keeps rubbing her

breasts against my chest. I’ve never been this hard in my entire life, and it only gets better when her

hand moves past my loincloth to grab my hardened length.

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Her grip is perfect, causing my breath to hitch and my body to jolt. An earthy growl rumbles deep within

my chest, the primal need to mate now an overwhelming force.

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Suddenly, she stops touching me. I let out a strangled cry of frustration, which only seems to amuse

her. She steps back from me, her strange eyes gleaming with mischief and something else…

anticipation?

She begins to undress, her clothes falling to the floor piece by piece. My heart pounds in my chest as I

watch her, each bare patch of skin revealed, making me hunger for her even more.

When she’s finally standing before me in all her naked glory, I can’t help but stare. Her body is unlike

anything I’ve ever seen before: soft curves where I have hard lines, smooth, light skin where I’m blue

and dark. She’s divine-my y own personal goddess.

“There,” she says, spreading her hands in a gesture that seems to indicate she’s ready for whatever

comes next. “Now I’m ready for you.”

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