Chapter Fourteen
Kasper
The moment Gwendolyn knelt on the earth, I felt her surrender and I salivated at it, a pulsing energy radiating from her, almost like a magnetic force that drew me closer.
The air around us awakened, the maze thrummed with life, its ancient roots weaving into her essence and I could hear the words in my mind.
Mate. Mate. Mate. It was a primal chant, a call from the depths of my being through the very soil we stood upon.
As she surrendered herself to the earth, her body fully disappearing underneath the soil, I felt a mix of pride and longing swell within me.
She was becoming something magnificent, something entirely unique and mine.
Bound to me through the threads of life, death, and rebirth.
I couldn’t shake the raw hunger that clawed at my insides as she lay under the soil.
“Let go,” I whispered to her, urging her deeper into her rebirth.
The words flowed through me like a ritual, resonating with the magic and echoes of time, my ghostly soul recognizing hers in totality of her change.
Mate. Mate. Mate. I could see the last flickers of her face, serene, radiant, even as she was pulled under.
It was a beautiful surrender, one that I had longed to witness.
She sank deeper and the link between us continued to intensify. I could feel her as her essence reached out to me, brushing against the fabric of my soul. Minutes passed and I felt the ground shake as she suddenly appeared before me, having shed her human constraints.
She moved toward me also assessing and taking me in with her new outlook, her fingers grazed my skin and I held back my hiss at the feel of her. A shock wave of warmth coursed through me, an electric heartbeat that felt as though it ignited the very core of my being.
Mate. Mate. Mate. A chant that filled the void, and with that knowledge a rush of desire.
Instinct guided me as I reached out to her, feeling the connection between us solidify.
Her touch was a spark that ignited the fire within me, stoking the flames of an insatiable hunger that had lain dormant for too long.
For a feeling I had long since forgotten.
“Gwendolyn, my perfect mate,” I breathed, and I yearned to touch her but not wanting to overwhelm her during this time. She was floating in the center of it all, absorbing, learning, changing.
The maze continued to enrich us with its secrets, urging us closer together and urging me to claim what was mine. My senses were heightened with her here, every sound amplified, every breath she took igniting that fire inside me, that primal need for her to be mine.
“Embrace all that you are, all that you were meant to be,” I urged. I could hear the lust in my own voice. I felt the boundaries of our souls merging in death and rebirth, felt her need mingling with mine.
Mate. Mate. Mate.
I wanted to lose myself in her, as she was losing herself in this new existence. The mating chant continues to grow louder, drowning out all other thoughts, consuming me.
I knew then that this was only the beginning. That I was put here, for her, that this maze and I have been waiting centuries for her. It was something for more than eternity, it transcended time and bodies.
With a deep breath, I stepped closer, feeling the pull of our bond like a tether.
“You are mine, Gwendolyn. Forever,” I vowed, as I leaned down to capture her lips with mine, the world around us faded away.
The maze, the soil, and the very fabric of existence melted into the background as I surrendered to the depths of our connection.
Mate. Mate. Mate.