12.5 Rise of the phoenix (Amethyst's POV)
“I-I wrote t-this for y-you,” Zeke says as he hands me an envelope. I take it from him before sitting up and staring at it. It’s blue and has ‘to Amethyst’ written on it with hearts drawn around my name. So. Fucking. Cute.
I’m so curious to see what he wrote but I feel the change about to come upon me. I lean forward and kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, Mate,” I tell him. “I can’t wait to read it, but it’ll have to wait.”
He nods. Slowly, memories of my previous lives flitter through my mind like a movie. My body tingles, making me feel stronger and more powerful. The memories come to me faster and faster until my head starts to ache.
I feel a pressure on my leg, and the pain vanishes, leaving me disoriented as I’m pulled to my past. One moment, I’m on a battle field , and the next moment I’m sneaking into castle. I’m home. I’m killing someone. I’m with my sister. The memories come to a halt as the wall between me and my phoenix vanishes.
I shake my head. I’m in the middle of forest I don’t recognize. I feel a hand touching my leg. I obseve the person the hand belongs to. He has long blond hair and deep blue eyes. I feel drawn to him for some reason. He looks at me with with a fearful expression before looking away from me.
I frown. I don’t like seeing him scared. It bothers me for some reason. His citrus scent fills my nostrils. It smell so good. I place my finger under his chin.
“Look at me,” I tell him. Just who is he? Our eyes meet. Our mate. My gaze soften at the information.
“A-Amethyst,” he asks in hesitant tone. That’s when my current life moves to the forefront of my mind. Amethyst, a name that is so similar to my actual name.
“My name is Amamethysta, but you, Mate, can call me Amay.” Take him. I push Zeke onto his back as straddle him as kiss his lips. He gasps, and I slip my tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him. He groans into my mouth. I move my lips from his and trail kisses down to his neck before placing a kiss on the scar there.
His body stiffens. That’s when I remember the cause of the scar. I stop what I’m doing and lift my head to gaze into his beautiful eyes. All I see is fear. Marking him completely will have to wait until a later date. I wonder if we could mark each other as the wolves do. Would he be up to it? I roll off his body. I watch as he relaxes at my actions.
“S-s-sorry,” he says, looking away from me again. I frown at his apology.
“For what,” I ask. There is no need for him to apologize because he hasn’t done anything wrong. I find myself curious to what his answer will be.
“F-for ruining t-the m-mood.” That’s not the answer I was expecting. I sit up and pull him upright.
“Do you think my pleasure is more important than your comfort?” He nods. I had forgotten that my mate isn’t used to being cherished. I place my hand on his cheek and gently stroke it with my thumb. “To me, your comfort, your pleasure is more than mine. We can do more when you’re ready and not a moment before that. You’ve nothing to apologize for. In fact, I don’t ever want to hear you apologize for anything. When an apology is required, I’ll ask for it.” I stand and offer my hand to him.
A/N: Just wanted to add a brief chapter of Amethyst's POV during her change. What do you think of it?