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Calabrea doesn’t respond, just watches me, fingering my hair as he listens. “You were meant to be mine. The fates knew it long before us, Tansia. You will always be mine to cherish and protect. And no matter what the masters think, you have earned your place in our world, fought the battle of transition, are pure at heart and put yourself at risk to save our future queen. You are formidable and more than enough. Human or vampire, it was always going to end this way for us, my love. I fell in love with you as a human, and that love will never change, only grow stronger.”
My chest tightens with his words. “But now we can do things we couldn’t do before,” I tell him, smiling up at his dark serious eyes.
His lips quirk, and his eyebrows raise. “First we walk and then we learn to run, love,” he says, cradling my face in his hands and kissing my lips with a passion that takes my breath away. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructs as the urgency of our need grows stronger than either of us can take.
His fingers find the buttons and zipper of my jeans, lifting me and tugging down my clothes as I divest him of his own. He smothers me with his need. His mouth greedily taking what he desires, tasting every inch of me. Calebrea caresses the sensitive shell of my ear, trailing down the length of my neck, over thetaught tips of my breasts, and south to my center that is already dripping with desire long before his tongue reaches my folds.
Calabrea already knows my body better than I do myself. He caresses and strokes every special spot, building my pleasure higher and higher. My breath catches and my hands knead the knotted muscles of his back, gripping him tight to control the spasms of desire igniting deep inside.
My legs lock harder around him. “Slow, then we run,” he whispers, stroking between my legs with a slick finger, and then his tongue again, teasing the sensitive skin unmercifully until I think I might scream.
He draws me closer to the edge rubbing the hardness of his shaft through the slickness of my folds, and without warning he drives hard into the end of me.
“Calabrea…”
“My name on your lips as I claim you is exactly what I want to hear. It’s what I dream about, night after night. And now, you are mine,” he says, thrusting hard, and then harder, lifting my hips as I rise to meet him, stroke for stroke as he sends us both over the edge.
I find it hard to catch my breath, even as he rocks us through the pleasure, eking out the waves that are slow to subside, still pulsing even as he folds me into his arm and carries me up the stairs.
He lays me gently on the bed and covers my nudity with a light sheet and then blanket, before sliding in beside me. Calabrea turns my face to his. “You’re drifting, Tansia. You’ve exhausted your reserve. You haven’t yet had the time it takes to store a good supply. You need blood.”
The thought of getting up and putting one step in front of the other is anguishing, so consumed by the need for a deep sleep that I can barely hold my eyes open. He shifts in bed and helpsdraws me with him. “Sit up a little bit, love. Tonight, you drink from me,” Calabrea says.
I watch in awe as he opens a slit along the line of his wrist with a small pocketknife. A bright red string of blood instantly bubbles to the surface. He tilts it over my mouth. The trickle of his precious gift is not pungent but instead irresistible, causing an unsatiable thirst that isn’t quenched until my body is thrumming and full of his blood.
He lays my head on the pillow, wraps his wrist with a white bandage, and kisses my lips. His tongue explores the tanginess of the essence he’s given me to survive. “I love you, Calabrea. I do believe in fate; it brought me to you all the way across the world.”
Calabrea smiles down at me and taps my nose. “I love you too. Now go to sleep, love, before I decide that it would be much more enjoyable to ravish you again than to watch you sleep.”
My eyes close, my body moving into a state of sleep that is calm and serene as the night around us. One filled with dreams of Calabrea and the life we intend to share, until a vision so real that it almost cuts off my air causes me to sit straight up in bed and scream…
Chapter
Twenty-Three
She rests so peacefully that my chest tightens at the very thought of telling her the battle for the vampire community is only beginning. Even with the syndicate leaders out of the way, Roman is being coerced into going head-to-head with Overmaster Descallia.
There has to be more than what Roman is telling us…
And only the rogues could convince someone as strong minded as Roman of that. He has to believe that by allowing us to continue in our current state of power that it diminishes his, theirs, in a manner that up until now has been palatable to both.
The sudden greed, need to move the syndicate power base away from ours is nothing new for most humans or syndicate men, but I had begun to think more of Roman. At least after his intents toward Tansia were disproved.
But were they? Maybe I’m seeing evil intent everywhere I look because of the betrayal from so many in the underground.
Either way… Whatever we do requires caution because the rogues are coming. Overmaster Descallia has been able to feel them for a long time. Always warning us of the dangers of becoming too lax and not being able to see them for who they really are and how cunning they have become.
I try to shake off the feeling of impending danger, but sleep eludes me. I gather fresh clothes from the closet and dresser and lay out a long t-shirt for Tansia to wear when she wakes up. I’ve barely made it into the kitchen when a blood-curdling scream causes me to transport to Tansia’s side. I scan the room for any sign of entry or smells that shouldn’t be around.
I gather her trembling body in mine, soothing her hair and pushing it back from her lovely but tear-stained face. “It’s the aftereffects of turning. Things will be trying to get out for a while, especially after a night like tonight. You should have been resting for days longer instead of fighting by our side,” I tell her.
She shakes her head… “It wasn’t the aftereffects. It was the rogues. They’re coming, and they’re coming in droves. For Lucianna.”
I feel the heat of my anger and the tips of my fangs as they descend with rage. “Get dressed. I can call Overmaster Descallia and check on her if that makes you feel better?”
She rocks in place for a moment, her eyes getting red tinged as she rocks faster. “Tansia?
Lucianna already knows. She’s waiting, the same as me. I can read her thoughts and her mine.”
