time before he explained. "Necromancers are just like any other paranormal creature in that we're all given a mate by fate who is said to be the other half of our soul. They complete us as no other possibly could; they ground us and help us to control the magic, beast, or hunger inside us." Aiden listened raptly to what Jackson was saying.
"Everyone is different in how we identify our mates. For Necromancers, it's by touch."
Aiden thought about that for a moment. "The tingling," he said.
"Yes. That's the way we know we've met the one meant for us. That day when you stormed out of my office, I grabbed your arm to try and stop you from leaving. I knew who you were to me the instant my hand touched your skin." Jackson's voice softened to barely a whisper.
"And then I turned around and hit you." Aiden covered his mouth, sucking in a breath. He had been angry, yes, but he couldn't imagine what he had put Jackson through with that one act.
Jackson rolled to his side and wrapped his other arm around Aiden, pulling him close against his warm chest. "We spend our entire lives looking for our other half. In that instant, I thought I had lost mine without even knowing why. When I finally understood what I'd done, I was devastated. I don't think I'll ever be able to convey how sorry I am for everything I did to you."
Aiden's head was spinning at everything Jackson had just said. "Why?" he asked.
"Why what?" Jackson sounded confused.
"You touched me in high school. Why didn't you know then who I was to you?"
"Oh, God, I wish I had." Jackson sounded like he was holding back a sob. "But I didn't come into my powers until I reached maturity and for a necromancer, that's eighteen. The only exception to the rule that I know of is Jayden." Aiden listened as Jackson took a steadying breath. "I wish with all my heart that our past had never happened but I know that can never change. Just please don't let it get in the way of us having a future." Jackson's arms held him close and he felt a tear drop down on his cheek from above him.
After a moment, Aiden leaned back and placed a light kiss to Jackson's soft lips. "Let's not have any more talk of the past. What's done is done; I think it's time we both forgive and move forward with our lives." Aiden could barely make it out in the dark room but the hope shining in Jackson's eyes let Aiden know he had made the right decision. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Aiden felt light and happy and carefree for the first time in god knew how long.
Aiden leaned up again and pressed his lips once more to Jackson's. This time, however, the kiss progressed from light and tender to hot and carnal in less than a minute. Jackson's tongue traced his lower lip, asking for entry, and Aiden had no problem in allowing him inside. He parted his lips and soon their tongues were tangling in a dance as old as time.
Jackson leaned over him and pressed him back into the mattress beneath him. Aiden had always fantasised about a larger man holding him down and having his wicked way with him and Jackson was flipping all his switches. His cock, which had been half hard with the kisses, now hardened to the point he felt like he had a steel rod in his underwear.
He could feel all of Jackson's rippling muscles pressed against his skin and knew that six-pack abs had eventuated. Jackson broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared down at Aiden. His own breathing was just as laboured; he reached up and cupped Jackson's cheek, trying to tug the large man back down for more. Aiden wanted to taste again more than anything.
"Please." He could hear the note of whining in his voice but didn't care. He wanted this. Jackson seemed to stare at him for a moment until he saw something then leant down to kiss him again.
Aiden moaned as their lips came together again. One of Jackson's hands roamed down his body, caressing everywhere it touched. He broke the kiss and sucked in a gasp as Jackson's
"Everyone is different in how we identify our mates. For Necromancers, it's by touch."
Aiden thought about that for a moment. "The tingling," he said.
"Yes. That's the way we know we've met the one meant for us. That day when you stormed out of my office, I grabbed your arm to try and stop you from leaving. I knew who you were to me the instant my hand touched your skin." Jackson's voice softened to barely a whisper.
"And then I turned around and hit you." Aiden covered his mouth, sucking in a breath. He had been angry, yes, but he couldn't imagine what he had put Jackson through with that one act.
Jackson rolled to his side and wrapped his other arm around Aiden, pulling him close against his warm chest. "We spend our entire lives looking for our other half. In that instant, I thought I had lost mine without even knowing why. When I finally understood what I'd done, I was devastated. I don't think I'll ever be able to convey how sorry I am for everything I did to you."
Aiden's head was spinning at everything Jackson had just said. "Why?" he asked.
"Why what?" Jackson sounded confused.
"You touched me in high school. Why didn't you know then who I was to you?"
"Oh, God, I wish I had." Jackson sounded like he was holding back a sob. "But I didn't come into my powers until I reached maturity and for a necromancer, that's eighteen. The only exception to the rule that I know of is Jayden." Aiden listened as Jackson took a steadying breath. "I wish with all my heart that our past had never happened but I know that can never change. Just please don't let it get in the way of us having a future." Jackson's arms held him close and he felt a tear drop down on his cheek from above him.
After a moment, Aiden leaned back and placed a light kiss to Jackson's soft lips. "Let's not have any more talk of the past. What's done is done; I think it's time we both forgive and move forward with our lives." Aiden could barely make it out in the dark room but the hope shining in Jackson's eyes let Aiden know he had made the right decision. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Aiden felt light and happy and carefree for the first time in god knew how long.
Aiden leaned up again and pressed his lips once more to Jackson's. This time, however, the kiss progressed from light and tender to hot and carnal in less than a minute. Jackson's tongue traced his lower lip, asking for entry, and Aiden had no problem in allowing him inside. He parted his lips and soon their tongues were tangling in a dance as old as time.
Jackson leaned over him and pressed him back into the mattress beneath him. Aiden had always fantasised about a larger man holding him down and having his wicked way with him and Jackson was flipping all his switches. His cock, which had been half hard with the kisses, now hardened to the point he felt like he had a steel rod in his underwear.
He could feel all of Jackson's rippling muscles pressed against his skin and knew that six-pack abs had eventuated. Jackson broke the kiss, breathing heavily as he stared down at Aiden. His own breathing was just as laboured; he reached up and cupped Jackson's cheek, trying to tug the large man back down for more. Aiden wanted to taste again more than anything.
"Please." He could hear the note of whining in his voice but didn't care. He wanted this. Jackson seemed to stare at him for a moment until he saw something then leant down to kiss him again.
Aiden moaned as their lips came together again. One of Jackson's hands roamed down his body, caressing everywhere it touched. He broke the kiss and sucked in a gasp as Jackson's
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