Intertwined: her three mates

6. Mate number 1

3rd Person P.O.V. 

Finally putting the first (and hopefully last) step of her plan into action, Liv changes into a black short dress and asks Tina to take her to Elric.

Surprisingly, she complies without asking any questions. How can these people live their lives without meddling in someone else's life? They don't have a curious bone in their fairy-elfin bodies, Liv thinks to herself. Not that she is going around meddling in other people's business on a daily basis, but these people seemed so mechanic. Except for her favorite trio formed by a fairy, a Nympho, and an Elf aunt. 

Tina tells her that the Elf King should be in his office and flashes them both to a long hall. The place is beautiful and huge. It gleams like magic pulses through the walls. Liv can’t count how many doors there are, for every door had a different shape and was a different shade color.  

The fairy knocked on a marble door which differed from the rest of the wooden ones.

“Your Majesty, Princess Livia wants to see you,” Tina announces. 

“You may come in.” she hears Elric's deep and calm voice say formally. 

They enter and Tina bows down to the King. She turns to Liv, bows down slightly, and leaves in a flash of light. 

Elric's office is large. It has many large windows and is brimmed with natural light. A grand bookshelf stands against a wall. His desk is in the middle of the office and a white armless sofa rests in front of it against the wall. On the other side of his office, some plants of different shapes and sizes adorn another shelf, and paintings displaying mythological representations of the four seasons hang on the wall. 

“It is a surprise to see you here, mate,” Elric says, looking intently at her and smiling slightly.

“You don't like surprises?” she asks, her voice flirty. She isn’t good at flirting. Actually, she has never done it before. 

“I do like surprises when they involve you,” he says, smiling. “But I am still wondering why you are here. Have you thought about what I told you?”

She flashes him an ambiguous Monalisa Smile. 

“Well, I’ve changed my mind and decided that I want you,” she mutters, walking towards him while swinging her hips lightly in a languid way, staring directly into his silver-blue eyes. She walks around his desk, sits on his lap, and wraps her arms around his neck, staring at him intensely. 

He stares back at her sweet and mischievous eyes, caresses her face and as his skin touches hers, she feels the spark and gasps. He smiles at her. He smiles at the joy of feeling her skin, at being close to her.  

She is so beautiful. He won’t be able to control himself if he holds her gaze for one more heartbeat. He tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes as his hands move to caress her hair. He brings her against his chest gently and she wraps one of her arms around his torso. 

Liv feels so right here in his arms, like she could be like this with him forever. Like she should be his. She shakes off this thought. She must continue to execute her plan. She closes her eyes, feeling so at peace and ease that at some point she just falls asleep. 

Elric holds her sleeping form for several minutes, taking in her scent and enjoying her warmth. He has waited so long for her, longed so much for her. She brings him a joy that he thought was lost and a light that he couldn’t ever have imagined. He takes her in his arms and carries her to his bed, covering her with the comforter, stroking her hair gently, and going to sleep on the sofa in front of the bed. 

In the middle of the night, Liv wakes up confused. She looks around the unfamiliar room and checks herself to make sure that she is dressed. Phew, she is. Liv looks to the side, where she sees him on the couch. She watches him in the dim light. His blond hair falls on the side of his face, and she takes notice of his angelic but masculine beauty. It takes some time for her to realize he is awake, only noticing when his blue-silver eyes flash her a look. A look that gathered serenity and urgency at the same time, or maybe she is reading too much from his lunar-like eye irises. 

She breaks the silence. “Why are you there? Come to the bed” 

“I’m fine here,” he answers. 

“Come on, the bed is big enough,” she says, pouting and patting the space on the bed next to her. 

“Fine.” Elric replies with a sigh. He walks to the other side of the bed and covers himself with the comforter. Liv moves slowly towards him and wraps an arm around his bare chiseled torso, laying her head on his firm chest. 

Elric kisses the top of her head and warmth radiates across her whole body. She tilts her head up to look at him. Why is he so gorgeous? Cali was right, I have freaking Greek gods as mates! This man is for sure carved from marble, damnit! This makes things easier and harder, she thinks. 

He looks back at her and she lays a hand on his defined chest as she moves her face closer to his. He puts his hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her face even closer. They both move and their lips touch. She gasps at the strong sparks between them. His tongue enters her mouth, and she melts into the kiss, their tongues intertwining in a soft but passionate kiss, caressing each other. She moans softly, and they break the kiss when she needs to catch her breath. 

Her first freaking kiss. She can’t keep him, dammit. It’s not like he is a pet to keep... It would be so easy if she could only keep his lips, his eyes, his strong arms... She needs to stop herself before she loses it! Focus Liv, you have a job to do! she reprimands herself. 

He smiles at her and caresses her face gently, pecking her lips briefly. Continuing to execute her brilliant plan, she lets her hand travel lower, touching his eight pack and going down, down, down. He stops her hand by placing his hand firmly but gently on top of it. 

“Good night, my dear,” he says, kissing her forehead and wrapping an arm possessively around her waist. 

“Good night.” she sighs. Tomorrow, tomorrow her plan will work. 

Elric revels at her taste, at the feeling of her lips and her tongue. She tastes sweet and fresh. Her lips are so soft and warm. He wants to claim that little sinful mouth again and again until she is panting. But he knows he shouldn't. Her scent of vanilla overwhelms his senses, making him feel restless and at peace at the same time. He falls asleep inhaling the scent of her soft hair, while he buries his nose in the hair on the top of her head. 

~ * ~

Liv wakes up in Elric's arms. She moves slowly out of his embrace to not wake him up. She has a plan to carry out. She tiptoes to his bathroom. 

She showers, trying to make enough noise to wake him up but not too much to startle him. After her long, warm shower, she grabs his towel that smells just like him, of the earth, of cedarwood, and of the sea.  

She wraps it around herself and goes back to the room. She looks at him, taking note that he is already awake, as she expected. She asks in an innocent tone, “Can I borrow some of your clothes?” 

“You can take whatever you want, my dear.” he replies. He has been awake since she left the bed and he has been wondering what she was doing. It is a bit too early for a morning shower, maybe she is a morning person, he thinks. He couldn't be more wrong; Liv is not a fan of mornings. At. All. She is awake only to carry out her plan. 

She smiles and goes to his walk-in closet. After looking over everything, she finds something that fits what she had in mind. In his closet, there are many modern clothes, even jeans and shorts, to her surprise. There is also more ritualistic clothes, like vests and robes, that she presumed he wore for his duties as King.

Liv puts on a long golden robe and leaves it open so her front is completely exposed. She walks back to the room towards him. Elric looks at his almost totally naked mate, surprised. She is gorgeous. Her full breasts and pink n*****s are a sight to behold. His eyes wander down to her flat stomach, her naked pelvis, and her long legs. Every enticing curve is exposed to his feasting eyes. What on supernatural earth is she trying to do?

He stands up after snapping out of his daze and walks towards his mate. 

"What are you doing, Liv?" Elric asks, perplexed. 

She smiles and places a hand on his cheek, trying to close the distance between them. 

He holds her still by putting two gentle but firm hands on her shoulders, which makes her look at him with pleading eyes. She can see the lust dancing in his eyes. 

“I want you, only you,” Liv replies. 

That is all he wanted to hear, but he can’t, not now. He is a rational and reasonable elf and he has to gather all his rationality and self-control to say no when all he wants is to claim what is his. 

“If we do anything, it will sever the bond,” Elric answers, trying to sound calm. 

She looks down, noticing his huge hard-on, and tries to hold back her smirk, but her lips twitch a bit. My plan is working, she thinks. She looks back at his face.

“Yes, it will sever the bond with the King of Hell and the Wizard King. After the bond with them is broken we can be together, just the two of us,” she suggests in the sweetest voice that she can muster without sounding artificial. 

Then, she moves her other hand to touch his chest. He moves faster than her and pins her hands together above her head, magically tying her wrists together. She gasps, taken by surprise by his reaction. Maybe my plan isn’t working that well, she thinks.

“Our bond will be severed too, my dear,” Elric says, apparently calm. In his long life, he has learned to keep himself calm very well, as he also mastered how to fake such calmness when he couldn't keep his nerves in check. 

“We will find another way,” Liv insists. 

“We can’t.” 

“Come on! I want you so badly. There has to be another way to revive our bond afterward,” she says, growing impatient. 

“We can’t afford to risk it,” he says evenly. 

“Then I’m leaving...” she snaps, enraged, waiting for his response. Waiting for him to ask her to stay and to kiss her like the night before. She knows he wants her, she saw the evidence of his desire in his pants. He has a huge desire, as Nema would say. When no words come, she says a bit more calmly, “Find someone to take me to my mother.”

He looks at her without saying a word.

“Please.” she adds. 

He sighs. “Fine... as you wish.” 

He frees her wrists of the magic ties, and she touches them, massaging her own skin. They aren’t sore, only tingling a bit. Weird elf magic, she thought. Heck! It's hard executing such a plan when you are a hothead and have not even a bit of patience, you impulsive b*tch! she scolds herself. For her plan to work she has to control her fierce and impulsive nature. She also knew it would be hard. 

Elric summons actual clothes for his mate; a white tank top, grey loose pants, and sneakers. She gasps at her new clothed status. She is amazed by the fact that he can summon things out of thin air. But she doesn’t want to look like an awed child. They are already Kings, they certainly don't need a mate or anybody they think will be their mate boosting their egos. 

Elric mind-links with Nyssa, one of the guardian elves, to take Liv home. She arrives shortly, without asking or even saying anything. She bows to her King and motions for Liv to follow her outside Elric's room. 

“I will take you to Lord Maximus' state,” Nyssa says with a polite smile, motioning for Liv to take her hand. She complies and Nyssa flashes them to Maximus’ house. 

~ * ~

Elric sighs deeply after the two females leave his chambers. Now he needs a long cold shower, or maybe many cold showers to calm his member down. 

He is still shocked by his mate's behavior. He didn't expect that, it was certainly the last thing he expected. He imagined that his young mate would be shy, overwhelmed, and confused due to her atypical mating situation. 

After his cold shower, he realizes that Liv's sudden change of behavior is extremely odd. When they were at Maximus' house, she didn’t even want to talk to him. Then she showed up out of the blue saying that she changed her mind and after her baring herself to him, she just changed her behavior 360 degrees again and left upset. Something is unsettling about the way she acted, something isn't adding up. 

He can’t pinpoint what, but he will soon figure out what is behind it.