30 Day Date: Not What You Ordered, But What You Need

Excerpt:
"So sweet." Kirkland nipped at her plump lower lip, letting his tongue follow the gentle bites, soothing the sting. The feel of her slender fingers gripping the back and side of he shirt had him wondering what it would feel like to have her nails against his flesh. The soft pleading moans she made was like dangling steak before a lion, he wanted more. Kirkland's hand began tracing the curves of her rounded hips, over the indentation of her waist and up to the side-swell of her tempting breasts. His thumb grazed her pebbled nipple through the soft sundress she wore.

Lena arched into his touch wanting craving the contact. It felt like this man, with his handsome looks and confidence, with his brilliant mind that could see art where others simply saw wood or stone, was pulling something out of her she'd never knew or felt before. Almost like he was molding her into a knew woman. Her hands slid up over his solid muscular chest and her arms circled his neck as she gave herself over to the heat of his kiss. The soft moan that floated from her lips blended with Kirkland's primal growl; he was devouring her and Lena was more that willing to be consumed.

It took all the years of discipline he'd acquired to refrain from saying the one word that came to mind as he held her close….“mine”.......she was made for him and every part of him knew it. Her taste was divine and addictive to him, all he could think of while his tongue swirled and swiped with hers was having more of her. It was that thought that forced him to engage the reins of self-control. Allena wasn't ready for what it would mean to be with him, how it would change them both. Taking a moment more, to savor the feel of her full plush lips against his, Kirkland kissed her like a thirsty man drinking water before it was taken away.

“Um....” Lena felt like she was burning and Kirk was the flame she didn't want to put out. He tasted like warm brandy smooth and dangerous if one wasn't careful. Lena's hand followed the hard muscles straining beneath his tidy apparel. Suddenly his lips left hers, when she leaned forward to continue she felt his hands on her shoulders holding her back. Her eyes fluttered open and she stared at him with looking for a reason.
“Why....why did you stop?” Lena couldn't help that she was silently searching her mind to see if she'd done anything wrong.
Kirk exhaled as he took on step back from the woman who was a temptation to him. “If we don't stop now, I won't be able to and you are not ready for that side of me Allena.”

Later that night.......

“Are you.....you're a Vampire?”

“No, no I'm not. Although your human fairy-tales are based around the idea of my people at their most primal, with plenty of added embellishments of course.” Kirkland answer honestly.

“What...what are you?” Lena asked with a little more calm. “How is it that I can hear you” as she toss the question at him, she pointed to her head “in my mind?”

Truth was the only option for mates and Kirkland was bond by that fact. “I am an immortal of the Time-Walker clan, an ancient race of people. We are travelers of earth and time, stronger and faster than the average human, there is very little that can stop us. Time is our gift, but we are also tempered by time.”

"What does that even mean that you're tempered by time.?"

“What I am is something difficult to explain. Who I am, is the same man you've come to know........and who I am to you, is irreversible. I am your MATE.”