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Chapter Thirteen

Waking with a start, I sat straight up, only to find myself alone in the bed. All that was left of Lex was blood and dirt stains. I closed my eyes, looking away from them, grimacing as I slid from the bed in search of him. Desperation shattered my sane thoughts, having been without him for what seemed like forever. I suddenly found it a challenge to breathe. Call me greedy, but I’d wanted to see him, first thing, when I opened my eyes, to tell myself it wasn’t all a dream. That I did have him back.

Rushing down the stairs with no effort toward grace, I hit the main floor but didn’t stick the landing. Scrambling to gain my footing again, I took off toward the sound of dishes clanging together, the only source of human noises in the place. Sliding on the overly polished floor as I turned the corner, I stopped short, having found Nira in the kitchen and brewing coffee. She smiled as I came to a halt in front of her, breathing hard, and I’m sure with my face white.

“He’s fine,” she said with a light laugh. “In the bathroom. He couldn’t wait for a shower, so I told him that if he went now, I would send you in as soon as you woke up. Go. Go.” Her hands shooed me away from her.

I caught her wink as I tuned to sprint for the bathroom. I wouldn’t let being shy stop me from getting to him as fast as I could. Not wanting to startle him, I did manage to slow down enough so as not to slam the door to the bathroom closed behind me. Making short work of navigating through the sitting area, or the dressing area of the bathroom, I came up short, seeing him in the shower, his body miraculously healed. He stood there under the dual streams of water in all of his masculine glory, the streams only serving to illuminate his body under the lights.

When he turned and saw me, his eyes lighting up, I crossed to the shower. Opening the door to where he was, I was mindless of my state of dress or anything else. I just stepped in, sock feet and all, onto the wet floor and right into the streams.

“Christina,” he sighed, and I stepped into his arms, fully clothed, right under the spray of the shower, my clothes soaking to me as I pressed against him.

I don’t know how long we remained in that embrace as I said his name over and over again, my tears mixing with the droplets of water hitting my face. When I did look up at him, he seemed rather mystified as he ran a finger down my cheek. His eyes glistened. His jaw held tight, and quivered a bit before a large, genuine smile broke out. Neither of us spoke. All I could hear was the rush of the water and the mix of our heavy breathing. He looked at me like he’d never seen me before, like he was committing every part of my face to memory or as if I was part of a dream. I felt the latter about him.

“I can’t believe you are here with me,” I said, bringing my open hand up to tremble over his stubble, tracing his chiseled jaw line, attempting to wipe away the tension that lingered there, sexual or otherwise.

“I’m here, my love, and fully healed,” he said, bringing up his hand to cup over mine. “Stop shaking. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’ve said that before, and yet I spent days without you. Some of them consciously worrying, others drugged and healing. But still, it was horrible.”

“I know. I felt you. Even as I couldn’t heal, you breaking through, using our connection to communicate... well, it told me that you were still alive, and that gave me something to fight for. Plus, it gave me hope. I knew you would find me. Loosing Vivian and Riker, though…” His voice left off on a crack.

“I’m so sorry we couldn’t save them, too. So sorry.”

He only nodded. His eyes sparkled as I brought my lips to his. What started out as a gentle press of flesh against flesh, a way of connecting, soon grew heated, a fight to get as close as possible to each other. Feeling this electric kiss warmed my entire body more than the steamy water did. Before I could even register that we’d moved, he pushed my back to the wall. As his mouth took mine in a fierce play for domination, his chest pushed against me. He grabbed my wrists so tightly that a small throb of pain where he cut off the blood there coursed down my arm. It was erotic, alluring, to be needed, wanted so much, and I didn’t mind in the slightest any discomfort it caused. That, right now, meant living with the man I loved. Rather than complain, I kissed him back, gave as good as I got.

Our tongues tangled together as he wiggled his hips between my thighs. I wanted my clothes to melt away in that moment. When he released my wrists, I raised my arms, begging him to undress me.  After he tore off my shirt, up and over my head, I found myself blinking, only to find him falling to his knees. His large hand roamed over my chest, making short work of removing my bra. The brush of his rough fingers over my nipples made my inner walls contract.

“More,” I wheezed, begging him to take me, my hips moving in some wild abandon, begging for attention right where my body wanted it most.

As he pulled my pants and panties down in one smooth movement, I kicked out of them, pleading with him to touch me as I spread my legs apart, keeping my back against the wall. He dragged those same rough fingers over my mound. My already jagged breath caught as he squeezed them over my tiny patch of manicured hair. Only, as they fell to my folds, and his fingers began to trace my every line, I couldn’t stop the movement of my hips from becoming faster and more erratic. By the time he dipped a finger inside of me, my lungs had apparently stopped working. I grew lightheaded as his warm breath bathed my wet flesh, as he teased me with his kisses full of glorious pressure.

His hands roamed around to my ass, tilting my hips forward until his tongue circled my opening. I writhed at the blessed torture until I saw stars. When his tongue danced over my clit, it took only a few licks to push me over the edge. I let the fierce orgasm take me, to rumble through me, until I clenched my thighs around his head.

He came to standing with his cock already in hand, directing the head to where he wanted it to go. I jumped up, pushed against him, taking more than he’d offered. Grabbing on, I let my nails dig into his back. He didn’t even flinch as he pushed himself deep inside me, his eyes suddenly closed tight, his mouth hanging open.

His hands moved from my ass, around to brace himself on the wall as his mouth came against mine again, kissing me swift and hard, just once, before sliding his cheek along mine. The stubble from his days being gone ignited a pleasure-filled burn across my skin. Tears stung my eyes as he moved in deeper. We had a fast, yet intimate dance standing there in the shower, allowing our need to take over, and our bodies to be greedy after our forced separation.

When I finally got a glimpse of his face again, as we both moved to fall over that precipice, it seemed contorted in pain, and I knew the feeling, as if I wouldn’t survive this pleasure. Yet, I cried out like a petulant child as I dared to play with death, once again, just to be with him. My inner walls gripped him as my contractions grew. While the outer edges of my vison greyed, he blurred right along with the steam filling the room.

He pulled out just after I came, shooting sticky streams of cum all over me, before he hugged me tightly to him again. I couldn’t get enough inches of me against him, stepping on his feet, our legs hitting together, our torsos glued together, with my face buried in his neck.

“Sorry, that was so quick. I had to have you. I couldn’t take it. Now, let’s get clean, so I can take you slow, treat you like a queen,” he said, kissing my cheek. “I love you, Christina. So much. Our time apart was unbearable. Not that I needed proof, but it showed me that I can’t live without you, and yet, apart, it was only thoughts of you that made me fight to stay alive. You are everything to me.”

“I love you, too, missed you, too, so much I could barely breathe, exist. But, we can’t go too slow. We can’t stay in here too long, and it seems to be the only room available to us with a door, given our bed is a loft.” I gave him a wink and a smile.

“Point taken, but right now, you are all that matters to me. Right now, for a few moments, it is just you and me in this world. I think we deserve that.”

“We more than deserve that,” I sighed.

We washed each other with a hurried delight. With his animal prowess, I watched his cock grow hard again as we bathed each other. Many times, we both stopped for a deep breath, appreciating each other’s naked, soapy bodies.

As we dried off, I muffled a giggle with my hands as he and his towel paid some ambitious attention to my breasts, pushing them together, licking his lips as he did so.

“You so easily make me lose control. I wanted to take you slow, passionately make love to you, treat you like the queen you are. Yet, this body of yours, it brings out the animal in the man,” he said, releasing a deep breath.

I pulled him toward the couch in the first part of the bathroom, where he proceeded to push my back down on the cushions. I watched the muscles in his thighs bunch and his six pack abs ripple as he moved down over me. He grabbed my thighs, pulling my hips up until I met his erection. So sensitive still, I cried out, uncaring who heard me, as he pushed himself in again, inch by glorious and maddening inch.

He moved all the way in, having taken his good old time despite the jerky movements of my hips begging for more, which his hands had put a stop to. His head shook back and forth, admonishing me even as he grinned. Still, my inner walls pulsed as they tightened, and contracted around him. An elaborate maze of passion formed all over my body, twisting me up inside as I rode out all of my desires, and let loose.

“Slow, my lady,” he cooed, but I only shook my head in response. “I want to make love to you.”

“We are, no matter what we are doing, how fast or slow,” I managed to get out. “We have a lifetime for slow. Right now, I’ve been starved for you for way too long. Even moments apart are hard to endure.”

“I know,” he said before kissing me, soft, slow, his lips lingering as his tongue swept through my mouth over and over again.

Our bodies naturally slowed, moving us to a dizzying rhythm. As he grew harder, he drove me over that edge, taking me to a place where the heat mounting in me relaxed all the tension the orgasm created. My body at juxtaposition with itself, I soon turned to mush, right after convulsing with my climax, this one so much stronger than the first.

Without a condom, he pulled out again just as he was about to come himself. Moving up with haste, I took his hard cock into my mouth. With slow, steady movements of my fingers circling over his slippery erection, I slowed him down this time. He groaned, the pleasure forced to linger, before he let himself go, and released his salty seed into my mouth. Looking up, I saw that his face was a mix of a smile and a grimace, his lips tight and trembling somewhere between the both.

When he’d finished, pulled out, and I’d swallowed all he’d released, his body collapsed on mine on the small couch. His hard chest crushed my tender breasts, igniting in me a deeper sort of lust. I held onto it, cherished the feeling, as waves of my love for this man, this wolf, my were, washed through me, over me.

I sighed, my relief of being with him clouding my ability to put together rational thoughts. Pulling back his head as his big hands stroked over my hair, I watched his small grin grew serious.

“Years ago, I was sent to protect you, but look what your life has become since I let you see me, know about me. I’m so sorry, Christina, for all you have been through, being attacked, hurt, having to rescue me this time, it all has to be so much.”

“Every brutal second is worth these amazing ones I get in your arms, with you moving inside of me, whispering words of love. I would go to the end of the earth and back for you. Feels like I did, as I have seen you do for me, each time going to the brink of death to save me. We are good together. And, if that means some hardships to make it so, I say bring it on. I can do whatever it takes to be with you.”

“It all seems too good to be true in this moment. All the hardship forgotten, we must look forward to the Royal Island, to getting you trained, to being together in safety.”

“I am. I am looking forward to every moment of it with you.”

Chapter Fourteen

Second try better be the charm
, I thought to myself as Lex helped me into another black SUV.  I didn’t think I would survive a second attack, at least not right now that I’d just gotten him back. If it were going to take three tries to get to the airport, I suddenly wasn’t game. While my spirit soared at the moment, refreshed, my body withered with an odd mix of fatigue and excitement stirred together by my nerves. Some of my nervousness was residual still, compounding upon all the new anxieties of traveling at all. I honestly felt like a car would just come out of nowhere to slam into us at any moment.

I didn’t know what it was with these paranormal types and huge black SUVs, but the vampires seemed to have a few, almost exactly the same as the ones the Royal werewolves had picked us up in less than a week ago. This thing had to be the size of a small bus, and with an intimidating look about it.
No car would want to meet up with this beast in traffic
, I thought just a second before memory of the last accident I’d had in one came to mind. It hadn’t saved us then.
What would it take to protect us, a damn tank?
Shaking off the inappropriate thoughts, I forced calm on myself, with a deep breath in that I then held. I let Lex open the door for me. In moments, we would be off to the private airport that would take Lex and I only this time to the Royal Island.

From where Nira lived, we only had a fifteen minute drive. With the guy in the black suit on his own out there, surely licking his wounds, literally and figuratively, I shouldn’t have had worries that anyone would run us off the road and attack this time. We were home free. I knew this, and just needed to convince my brain. I did the mental work fast, chastising myself for the ridiculousness of my train of thought until no sense of impending tragedy remained, at least not that I would own up to at the moment. I wasn’t nervous about meeting the Royals, at least not yet. At the moment, I found that as long as my focus remained solely on Lex, on the fact that he was with me, I was golden.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I couldn’t stop holding his hand. Even as he’d played the gentleman, as usual, giving me a boost up into the vehicle, I’d clutched at his hand in mine, not letting it go. I’d forced him to only be able to use his free hand to push against my back as I took the large step up to my seat in the back. I settled into the bucket seat – well, slipped in, really, thanks to the leather. It cradled my body, lumbar support in the perfect spots and all. I reminded myself that I had it made at this point. I really did. And, it was about time. I was due some peace and some happiness.

I did have a moment of mourning, though, when with a smile and a wink, he wrenched his hand from mine to come around to his side of the vehicle. As he did so, all I could think of was Vivian and Riker, and how they’d been the ones in the front seat the last time we’d attempted to leave the United States for destinations unknown, at least to me. I’d thought Vivian and I would be great friends. Actually, I’d figured the four of us would become fast friends. I’d been naive enough about this world, to think we’d do double dates and couples’ things together. I still marveled at the fact that Riker had been Vivian’s guardian, as a Royal herself, before she’d chosen to be turned into a magical werewolf. I wondered how that relationship had worked, if it had easily been allowed. Yet, now wasn’t the time to ask about them.

Riker and Lex had already been friends. Even though the Royal werewolves spent more time apart then together, looking after the Royals they were assigned to protect, Lex and Riker had been turned and trained together, creating an inseparable bond, according to Lex. Vivian and I, too, had had an immediate connection. At least I’d thought so, given that she’d been family. Now she was just another member I’d lost. Whether the connection had been blood, or something to do with the magic, I mourned a stranger. I mourned the fact that I’d never get to truly know her.

As Lex climbed into his seat, taking my hand again, this time, I used my free hand to wipe away the tears that had already come, having seen her kind face framed by beautiful blond, flowing hair in my mind. She’d talked so kindly to me, not made me even once feel inferior with my newfound powers I couldn’t control. She’d treated me as an equal, made me as important as family would, from the second she’d said hello and introduced herself. Life was so unfair sometimes, but I had to pull it together and remain grateful for Lex. Right now, I had him by my side, looking over at me with love, pure and simple, yet intense, in his sparkling eyes.

“I miss them, too,” Lex said, closing the space between our bucket seats to place a light but lingering kiss on my cheek.

The skin tingled after his lips left, making my heart skip a beat, my breath catch from such a brief encounter. It was a wonder my body survived sex with him. While I’d never had a heart attack or stroke, I’d come close to it; at least it felt that way, a few times in the throes of orgasm. As exhausted as he left me, a puddle of muscle and bones after, it was also a wonder I ever recovered to have him again. Yet, here I sat, already wanting him. The tingle had gone straight from my heart, bee-lining to that wet spot between my thighs.

“Everything okay, back there?” Nira asked, seated in the passenger seat this trip.

“Yes. Just thinking of those we’ve lost,” I offered, my voice catching on a lingering sob as my cheeks heated.

My mix of emotions swirled like a storm in my brain. Following that analogy, I figured I could just let myself be swept away by the tornado, clearing my thoughts to take in all the good that should come my way now. I had the man of my dreams by my side, and I was traveling to meet family, ones who could teach me all about the power that moved at the moment like gale force winds through my core.

“You must, for them, find a sense of comfort and happiness in this life. Make the most of the time they’ve bought you with the sacrifice their lives. That is the best way you can honor them. Vivian and Riker loved what they did, were proud of who they were, and they took their roles, their missions, seriously, enough so to lay down their lives for it,” Nira said, her voice deep for a woman’s, and yet gentle and smooth.

“I’m going to miss you, too,” I said to her as another vampire started the SUV and began our short trek.

“As I will, you, but I’ve enjoyed our time together. Well, minus all the healing and the rescue, but still, you know what I mean. I appreciate the fact that I got to meet you at all. Of course, it would have been nice for it to have been under better circumstances, but that is not how my life works; apologies if I sound calloused.”

“You don’t at all. I get it now. Or, at least I’m starting to.”

As the business district gave way to more rural roads, the buildings replaced by tree-lined farmland, I focused on how much everything was right now, the way it should be as far as Lex and I went. We were together, and about to start our future as a couple. I was a wolf’s mate, soon to be approved, sanctioned... whatever you would call it by the Royals themselves. We’d get their blessing to be together, and they’d test and train the powers that had emerged in me due to our love.

An exciting time, I reminded myself as I pulled deep breaths into my stomach, letting them out slow and steady, unable to wipe the silly grin I had going again, one from ear to ear, that had begun to make my mouth ache almost immediately; it was that big. I hardly cared as the happy came, and left no room for all the other junk. The smile was such a far cry from the tense, flat line of worry it had been holding for days. The muscles would just have to adjust. I decided, with gusto, to claim this joy for my own, and to let nothing get in its way.

I looked at Lex again, and he returned my over-exaggerated smile. The sparkle in his eyes, those golden flecks in the amber when he was in human form, brought a gleam of tears to mine. Seemed I couldn’t stop the things, no matter what my emotions were this morning. I swiped across my cheeks again, sure I had no makeup left on at this point. Nira had put an arsenal of it in the purse she’d gotten me, so I would have plenty of time to reapply on the plane.

My stomach tightened, to think of Lex and I together this morning. That first time had been fast and hot in the shower, having been separated as we were, with the threat of death over us. Then, he’d, with some effort on his part, gotten me back down to making love, soft and slow, or at least as much as he could manage himself. I’d loved that large, spa-like bathroom before. I had figured it would stay with me, a new secret longing to add to that dream house I assumed I’d never own. Now, it held a special place in my heart, in my memories, as we’d marked it, and it hadn’t even been ours.

My thoughts, a hot and steamy replay of this morning, were interrupted when the SUV came to a stop outside the entrance to a private hanger. It stood there, a large rectangle of white metal, door open, housing a not-so-small plane set to whisk us away to some private island. I’d no idea what I was in for on this flight, or once I got to this island. Yet, this time around, I was ready and willing, eager even, so much so that the butterflies in my stomach were barely incited by nerves.

“It’s huge,” I exclaimed, the words rushing from me before I realized the thoughts had escaped.

“What did you expect?” Nira teased. “These are Royals. Get used to large and extravagant, my dear. Enjoy.”

I managed to nod, trying to play it cool, and not stand there with my mouth hanging open, my eyes probably like a kid with an ice cream sundae in a large serving bowl, sprinkles and all, including two cherries on top. As two men, Royal werewolves I was told, came to meet us, I looked to Nira, a lump in my throat with all the sentiments I wanted to express rushing through me. Though, I seemed to remain without the words to express them. I gave a forced grin, those damn tears misting over my eyes, matching ones in hers which encouraged more in mine. A vicious cycle I grew more and more grateful for, as I was having gotten to meet her.

“I will miss you,” she said. “It truly has been my honor to meet you, and to help you. You are going to do great things. I just know it. Come back to see us again sometime. You must promise me that. It is all I want in return, is to hear of all of your accomplishments, to see what you can do with training, given all you have done without any.”

“I can’t say thanks enough, to you and all of your kind, both those you lost saving us, and those who continue on,” I rattled on, unable to get all I wanted to say out into words. “It has changed me, meeting you, in more ways than one. I will be forever in your debt for my life. And, I will come to visit. I promise. And, not just for that bathroom,” I joked to lighten the mood, though the cracking of my voice didn’t stop.

I threw myself into her outstretched arms, getting another of her big, strong hugs, making it last a moment more. When I finally pulled back, Lex had his hand out, waiting for an appreciative, firm handshake. She shook his hand, but pulled him in for a hug, as well. As we walked away from her, I marveled again at how different real vampires were from those in fiction, all the different representations of them. Whether portrayed as good guys or bad guys, sparkly or bloodthirsty, none of them had come close to what they really were.

As I boarded the plane, I thought of my book. My fingers wiggled, wanting a laptop to make some notes for the story that was growing in my head. Each day had brought more action, more details to add. Of course, life would have to slow down a bit for me to get any writing time, but I didn’t think that, where we were going, that would happen anytime soon. Regardless, on this protected island, so protected it remained invisible to the real world, the busy would be happy and exciting rather than fearful and full of danger. At least, I hoped that would be the case. Learning magic couldn’t be all that scary, no more so than meeting family you hadn’t known you had for the first time. Everything would be better than fine. It just had to be.

All thoughts stopped dead in their tracks, though, as I took my first step into the plane. To my right, it looked more like a luxury living room, or something along those lines. Again with the white leather, and I stifled a giggle. Paranormals, they had good taste, and money: lots and lots of money. Now that I qualified as one, I wondered just how that happened as we had to walk around a horseshoe-shaped couch with a table of a gray, glossy wood-like grain in the middle. This table ended, of course, with a wet bar. Stocked, too, from what I could see through the glass doors. Beyond the couch, lining each side of the plane, were tables, each surrounded by three bucket seats. The tables were maybe marble, white with gray and gold flecks to match the, of course, white leather bucket seats, as big as the ones that had been in the SUV. To the far end hung a plasma screen TV, not as large as a theatre screen, but bigger than any I’d seen before. Under that was a fireplace, of sorts.

My first thought was of the danger of any sort of flame or flammable gas on a plane, but what did I know? Obviously, large groups flew in this thing on a regular basis. I’d seen the carrier plane also in the hanger, the one that delivered supplies to the island that I’d heard about. Silly me had assumed we’d be taking that, not some private jumbo jet. Showed how little I knew about the rich and, well, not famous, but secret, people. If I were to be one of them soon, I’d have a lot to get used to, inside of me and out.