Beyond the Veil(9)

Again she shook her head.

"Do you believe I want what's best for you and that I will protect you with my life? Do you trust that I will hold you above all others and live to see that you have joy in your life? That I will hold you when you cry, laugh with you when you laugh, and honor you as my mate? Do you believe these things?"

"Yes, Costin. I see the way Jacque and Fane are – and Decebel and Jen. I get it. But that's the problem. You're intense. The whole mating thing is freaking overwhelming." Sally stood up and began to pace back and forth. "I...I've never even had a boyfriend. I've only kissed one guy and it was nothing to swoon about. Can't you see how this would be pretty drastic for me?"

She stopped and looked at him when she heard a low growl.

"You've kissed someone?"

Sally tried to hold back the snort of laughter that bubbled out. "Of course. I'm eighteen, Costin. Only having kissed one guy by eighteen is pretty darn conservative."

"I don't want to know about this guy." Costin frowned. "He won't hold a candle to my kisses anyway."

And the hundred watt smile is back, she thought to herself.

"Sally mine, sit down. Relax."

Sally was doing what he told her before she even realized it. She narrowed her eyes at him as she sat down.

"Why are you wolves so bossy?"

Costin stood up and walked over to her. He crouched down so he was eye level. Sally started to scoot back to put some space between them, but Costin stopped her by putting his hands on her waist. She froze. She didn't really know how to react to his touch. It made her nervous, but it also made her feel something she never had- desired.

"To keep our mates safe. To keep the pack safe," Costin answered, and gentleness laced his voice.

"How is telling me to sit down keeping me safe?"

"You were working yourself up into an unnecessary frenzy which could have led to a panic attack, thereby causing you to pass out and fall and hit your head." Costin smiled; triumph danced in his eyes.

Sally rolled her eyes and giggled. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard, Costin. Stretching it a little, don't you think?"

"Maybe a little bit," he conceded with a laugh.

Costin regained his serious tone, but his expression was softer.

"I won't force you into anything, Sally. I know this is all different to you. I've known all my life that I had one perfect mate out there for me. And when I look at you I'm in awe of what I've been given." Sally blushed as he paused. "I won't leave you unprotected, and allowing other males around you is something that neither I nor my wolf will be able to handle. Besides," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief, "how could you not want to be around all this?"

Sally let out a snort. "You've been around Jen way too much."

"I don't know, she's quite educational."

"Yeah, I don’t think I really want you to be educated by her." Sally looked down and noticed she had begun fidgeting with Costin's sleeve. She found comfort in being free to touch him, so she pushed away any worry that maybe he didn't want her to. She raised her eyes to look into his hazel ones. "So, what are you saying exactly?"

"I'm saying let's talk and spend time together. Let me help you fall in love with me," Costin answered.

Sally's breath came out in a short gasp at the word “love”. She hadn't really considered if Costin loved her. She knew it would be easy for her to fall in love with him – she was already halfway there.

"Do you love me?" she asked cautiously.

Costin leaned forward and kissed her gently on her forehead. "Sally mine, you were made for me. I loved you before I knew you and love you more now. Yes, I love you. And you will love me."

"No self esteem issues, I see," Sally teased.

Costin smiled and leaned his forehead against hers. "It's late, my love. I should go."

Sally nodded her head against his, but made no move to back away. She grinned when he did first, then was caught by surprise when he leaned in quickly and touched his lips to hers.

He laughed at her shocked look and jumped back when she attempted to swat his arm.