Soulmates – Part ll

He expertly guided her through one complex dance pattern after another, perfectly synchronized with the music playing in the background. When the music stopped, they departed the dance floor, and the man took her hand in his and gently pressed her knuckles against his lips.
"Thank you for the dance." His voice was husky, with a heavy French accent. Ophelia smiled and removed her hand from his grasp.
"Would you like something to drink?" He inquired, and before Ophelia could respond, a hand reached out and handed her a glass of Champaign.
"You don't have to be concerned about that. I got her covered." Ophelia looked up to see Kieran staring down at the French man with stern eyes.
“Let’s go,” Kieran moved her away from the Frenchman. They stopped at a corner from almost the entire ballroom was visible.
"He didn't like the fact that you were being touched by another man. So, I had to get you away from him, before he ripped that Frenchman to shreds." Kieran said as he sipped his drink and Ophelia's eyes shot up at him.
"He is here?" She inquired, and he nodded.
"When did he come back?" She inquired once more.
"We found him in the woods this morning. He was unconscious and we reconned it would be better if you were near him, even though he doesn't want to be near you." As she looked down, his words pierced her heart. Kieran recognized the sting in his words and hurriedly stated, "I didn't mean it that way. He doesn't want to be near you because he is afraid that he would hurt you!"
"I understand." Kieran looked around as Ophelia replied with a sad smile.
"There are quite a few eyes and ears here." He said this as he took the glass from her hand and drew her to the dance floor. Kieran sighed as they moved slowly to the music.
"I know you have a lot of questions, and I'd like to address a few of them," Kieran spoke slowly, and Ophelia looked up at him with hopeful eyes.
"You already know we're werewolves. Normally, we all have control over our alternate selves, but Onyx has always struggled with this. He had a difficult childhood and there is a lot to tell. But that is his story, and you must learn it from him. You can aid him."
"How can I help him?" She inquired; her brow furrowed.
"In our world, we believe that the Moon Goddess created each of us in pair. And as we grew older, we discovered our other halves. Our soulmates. Our bond with them is unlike any other, and to put it succinctly, our mates can have us wrapped around their fingers. They can heal each other and help one another. And I know you're the only one who can tame his beast and him."
"But how am I going to do it? He only keeps running away from me!" Kieran chuckled as she exclaimed.
"Don't get distressed, dear sister-in-law. Believe me when I say that you two will help each other grow into the parsons you were born to be. Simply telling him you love him will cause him to melt into your arms."
"I don't love him!" Kieran laughed as Ophelia exclaimed.
"That doesn't have to be said aloud. I'm already aware that you adore him." Ophelia rolled her eyes as Kieran chuckled.
"All he requires is your love and a little help. He already despises himself and has always done so. He has always lived in the shadows, running away from his life and his demons. He would run to our grandfather for comfort, and after his death, he had been alone until you came along. From his childhood to his school and work life, he struggled with everything. And now that he's found you, please don't abandon him. Stay by his side. You two were made for each other, Ophelia. Never, ever doubt that." Kieran's voice was gentle, and Ophelia nodded. Kieran looked over her shoulder and turned to face her.
"Don't push him away. Ask him everything your heart desires and make him answer you. You are his soulmate!" Kieran let go of her hand and walked away, a kind smile on his face. For a brief moment, Ophelia stood motionless. When she felt the heat of his scorching gaze on her body, a delicious shiver ran down her spine. She could feel his eyes gawking shamelessly at her from head to toe. She could feel him getting closer with each step he took, and anticipation, as well as the desire to feel his scorching touch, filled her being. When she felt his presence just behind her, she turned around. Those sharp scorching browns, capable of intimidating anyone with a single glance, were staring at her with such fondness that she felt she might melt into a puddle under his gaze. There were no words exchanged as his hand wrapped around her waist and her hand grabbed his shoulder as if her life depended on it. He took her other hand in his and they stared at each other, moving in perfect sync to the music. The way his brown eyes looked down at her made her feel as if the entire world had stopped spinning and all that was left was him. Everything else was blanked out, and the only thing she could see and feel was him. His touch on her waist had burned her to the point where she wanted to turn to ashes in his arms. He twirled her around and drew her closer to his chest. As his fingers glazed over the exposed skin on her back, Ophelia's breath caught in her throat. His finger slid down her spine, making her shiver with delight. She could feel his every muscle twitch and flick of his fingers, and the spark and heat of his fingers had intensified to the point where she desired nothing but him.
As she stared at his brown orbs, Ophelia took a trembling breath. A golden ring swirled in his browns and Onyx immediately closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply and drew her in closer. He looked as though he was in pain. The bridge of his nose brushed up against the curve of her neck as he inhaled a few whiffs of her scent. Onyx sighed and drew his head away from the curve of her neck.
"Are you all right?" In a low voice, Ophelia inquired. She felt so weak in his arms, under his gaze, that even uttering a word felt like a struggle.
"I am now." As he replied in his husky, thick voice, a shudder ran down her spine.
They danced, their bodies close, his hand still firmly grasping hers. The song seemed to go on forever, but she never got tired of it. The music became even slower, and the lights gradually faded. Onyx drew his face closer to her, and she could feel his minty breath fanning across her face. His eyes scanned her face, memorising every feature of her. He then abruptly drew back, and the hand on her waist dropped, but his firm yet gentle grip on her hand remained. He pulled her off the dance floor.
"Come with me," he muttered.