Grace Goodwin - Claiming His Virgin

Claiming His Virgin: Copyright © 2017 by Grace Goodwin

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Helen, Planet Everis, the Touchstone

I entered the beautiful garden, my knees weak. I followed the path as instructed and found the beautiful white stone bench exactly where he’d promised: next to a bubbling fountain and surrounded by flowers. Their sweet scent filled the air, and I felt like I was living in a fairy tale.

The most unusual fairy tale that involved a little Star Trek and a strange bit of palm tingling.

Why? This wasn’t a garden in the Virginia town I grew up in. No, I volunteered to be an Interstellar Bride and traveled light years across the galaxy to meet him , my one true match. My mate. My Marked Mate. I ran my fingers over my palm where my birthmark—no, my mark—pulsed and almost burned in reminder that he was near.

After the transport and the meetings, visiting with the other women who’d arrived at the Touchstone to find their mate, I still didn’t have any answers. But as I stared at the thick strip of black silk draped with such care over the bench, I dared to hope. Hope that he would understand. Hope that he would know exactly what I needed. Had Warden Egara—the woman who’d conducted the testing at the center in Miami—been correct and the Brides Program’s test had tapped into my subconscious needs? Things I wanted and could never say aloud? They were too…dark, too embarrassing.

I lifted the black silk into my hands, felt the cool slide of the material, and I was shocked to discover that my fingers shook. My heart pounded, fluttered so fast. I couldn’t count the beats, could barely breathe. This was it.

The moment.

What I held in my hand was everything I wanted. Strange, it being a blindfold, but he’d promised me in the dream if I put it on, he’d give me the world. No, the entire galaxy. Insane, doing what a man in a dream had told me, but it was him.

I’d been told only Marked Mates would dream share. Only Marked Mates would have the marks on their palms awaken. That it was a true gift because only a small number found their other half.

I had. A woman from Earth who somehow was an Everian descendent. The mark on my palm proved it. The other women gave me looks of envy that my mark had awakened so quickly, that he was close. Here.

I bit my lip, tried to stifle the nervous smile that turned my lips.

Unable to stand for another moment, I turned and sat down on the bench. The chill of the stone reached through the diaphanous white gown I wore. But even the cold was not enough to shock me from my nervous anticipation of what was to come. No, of who was to come.

On Earth, I was considered a broken woman. Strange. Caught in the past even. Especially in the city where I was raised, where women wore power suits, three-inch heels, and college degrees like badges of honor. I was supposed to be confident, aggressive, demanding. I was supposed to want true equality between the sexes. Demand it. But I wanted none of those things. The truth of the matter was I spent most of my life feeling afraid, vulnerable, and weak. I didn’t want to be strong. I wanted to serve. I found peace in giving to others. Comfort.

My grandmother had been like that, content in raising her four children, happily greeting my grandfather at the door when he came home from work. Making casseroles for neighbors in need. The white picket fence. Kissing booboos. She hadn’t wanted a career outside the home, outside of the life with her husband. I wanted that, too. But on Earth I was about fifty years too late in my thoughts.

I wanted to find a man strong enough to take care of me, to make me feel safe. Cherished.

My desires made me an outcast among my peers. Twenty-three and a college graduate, I was supposed to be something I simply was not. I was smart enough to know my own mind, and I had no desire to rule the world. I was a professional photographer, and a good one. I worked with fashion models and actresses, industry icons who played with men like they’d play with their dolls. Using them in a desperate attempt to rule the world before their beauty faded, their fifteen minutes of fame was over.

The only thing I wanted was a man strong enough to rule me.

Yes, rule. Maybe being light years away from Earth finally gave me the courage to even think that. I couldn’t go back—there was no returning once matched—so I could let those thoughts overwhelm me. I could be the real me, to go after what I wanted.

Shuddering now, I could feel his eyes on me. Somehow, I knew he watched me struggle to make this decision. For if I put the blindfold over my eyes, he would come for me. He would take me from this beautiful place and conquer my body. He’d already conquered my soul. My hope.