Kristin Sparks shivered as she felt the female hands spreading oil over her body. She would be mated tonight, and she was being prepared for her joining with her vampire mate.
She’d bathed, and her skin already felt like silk, but the women continued their preparation, massaging the oils into her skin. It was ceremonial. Part of a ritual that had existed forever for the vampires.
Kristin sighed. Tonight…Adare Connor would be hers for eternity. She shook her head slightly, still barely able to believe that she was his mate, the keeper of his soul.
She was a human, one of the chosen mates for a vampire. All vamps were born male, because contrary to popular lore, they were not the ‘undead’. A vampire male was a living, breathing creature that eventually found his human mate: a female born with his missing soul tightly entwined with hers, making her his fated partner.
Yes…vamps needed blood to survive, but they were not the creatures of legend, beings that were brought back from the dead. They were alive in every way, except that they lacked the soul that would only be found when they encountered their chosen female mate. Kristin would transfer Adare’s soul to him tonight. Half hers, half his. They would both hold a half of the other’s soul with half of their own, making them complete. They would be united as one.
Adare had waited three hundred years for her, and he had already given up hope of ever finding his mate. It happened. Sometimes, for any number of reasons, a male vampire never found his mate and usually ended up fallen- embracing his darker side. She shivered involuntarily, so very glad that Adare had been spared that fate. He had a strong will and a very good heart, which had helped him hang on and not give in to his darker side before she had found him.