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Mastyr Vampire Gerrod, Mastyr of Merhaine, smiled.
He felt fingers on his lips.
You’re smiling, Abigail pathed.
Yes. I am.
*** *** ***
Abigail was changed.
She stood in Gerrod’s library, at the top of the table, her fingertips touching the dark polished oak. Her gaze was fixed to him as he spoke with Derek and Jason. He was sending them on the much needed rescue mission.
She could feel her frequencies developing within her so fast that it amazed her. Vojalie had said she would become vampire, and so that change was underway as well, while Gerrod spoke to his men and orchestrated the next step in the battle against the enemy.
“The acreage near the compound has become verdant farmland. I saw many workers. Slaves, no doubt.”
“Our realm-folk?”
“Undoubtedly. I know that as I released the war frequency, at least a dozen Invictus couples were destroyed. There might, however, be more in the compound. I’m not sure. Take the Guardsmen and finish what I began.”
Jason smiled. “With pleasure.”
The men left the library, walked quickly through the great entrance hall, and began calling their troops together.
She followed Gerrod to the front lawn and watched the score of powerful men launch, flying fast in that strange foot-above-the-ground levitation that many realm-folk could master in time.
He took hold of her hand and for a long time she stood with him in the open night air, taking a moment, a breath, to just be.
She had come home to Merhaine, no longer just human, but more. Vampire.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
She nodded, squeezing his hand. “Changing,” she said.
He turned her toward her. “How are your gums?”
“Sore. How do I release the fangs?”
He smiled softly and kissed her lips. “It will just feel right then you’ll release them.”
She sighed. “This is all so strange. My body feels like a cauldron of weighted sensations, of change, of frequencies forming.”
Did he just growl?
“What was that?” she asked laughing.
“You’ll have your own frequency now, your own personal waves of energy.”
“Oh,” she murmured, her brows rising high on her forehead. This had possibilities. “You mean, like the frequency you have? The one that pounds on me?”
He nodded.
She lowered her gaze from his then focused internally, on the various frequencies crowding her body. She searched through them, as though picking each up by the hand then releasing them.
Finding the frequency that called her mate, was like touching something electric. She looked up at him, and as though understanding all at once, she opened the waves of energy and let them flow.
Gerrod took a step back and put a fist to his chest. “By the Goddess’s pink ni**les…”
He recovered swiftly and with his chin lowered, he took her in his arms and kissed her. Because her frequency was open, and he suddenly pounded her with his frequency, she shrieked and backed up. Her eyes rolled in her head as all this sensation flowed over her body in lightening waves. She was instantly close to an orgasm.
He caught her and kept her from falling, and gathered her in his arms once more.
That was when her fangs slipped through her gums and were suddenly just there.
She stared at his neck. She wanted to bite him.
But because her connection to him was so profound, she also felt that Jason was contacting him telepathically. He stared down at her his eyes wide, dilated, his body trembling. “I need to take you to bed.”
“Or throw me across this table.”
His eyes fluttered.
Jason’s path rang louder this time.
“Hold that thought,” he said.
He opened the pathway and she heard Jason’s voice as clearly in her mind as it was no doubt speeding through his. The Invictus are toast, to the last symbiotic pair. We’re burning what’s left of them now. Derek has our realm-folk in hand. All alive. Much weeping and giving of thanks to the Goddess. At least a hundred had been enslaved to serve this, I don’t know what, tribe maybe?
Gerrod’s voice rang through her mind as he pathed, See that everyone is returned home tonight.
My thoughts as well. When we’re done, do you want us back at the castle?
Only those Guardsmen on scheduled duty need return here. But tomorrow night, please have the entire Guard come to the training compound. We’ll talk then. Let everyone rest.
Derek and his team will be patrolling the wastelands until dawn.
Thank you, Jason
See you tomorrow, mastyr.
*** *** ***
Gerrod shut his telepathic pathway down, hopefully for the rest of the night.
He had other critical business to attend to and held all that business in his arms, his gaze fixed on the sharp points of Abigail’s fangs. The human was now vampire, his woman, his blood rose, his savior.
He leaned down and ran his tongue over her lips, over the upper portions of her fangs, felt her mouth open for him, and he thrust deep, avoiding the razor points. He pulled her tight against him, wanting her to feel all that he was as a man, all that he wanted her to have, all that he needed to give her.
And he wanted to travel down her frequency, taste of her waves over and over. “I need you in my bed.”
She smiled.
He slid his arm behind her knees and picked her up, carrying her back into the castle.
Gus waited at the threshold, dancing from foot to foot. “Mastyr?” he inquired. “What is the news?”
Gerrod smiled. “Jason and the Guard have rescued all the missing realm-folk. The Invictus, at our wastelands, are dead.”
“Thank the merciful Goddess.” His gaze shifted to Abigail. “And will the Mistress be staying with us?”
Gerrod turned to Abigail then leaned down and kissed her. “I have it on excellent authority she never plans on leaving Merhaine again, except to visit her family, of course.”
Abigail smiled.
“Oh, blessed night, most blessed night.” Augustus continued in this theme, but Gerrod moved past him and carried his prize deep into the castle, down the long hall to his private suite. He slammed the door shut with his foot, turned, and locked the damn thing. Ethan would have been proud of him.
He wasn’t exactly sure when he would emerge, or when he would next let the castle staff see Abigail, but the rest of the night was his.
He carried her through the bedroom and into the bathroom. He didn’t set her down until he had her near the shower. He turned the water on, glancing at her over his shoulder. She was staring up at the ceiling touching her new fangs, then wincing when she punctured her thumb. “Wow, they’re sharp.”
