began to drop her clothes. Shirt, bra, slacks, panties, all trailing from the bed to the bathroom.
This shower had a big rainwater showerhead, and when she stepped beneath the warm water, it cascaded over her, droplets massaging tired, sore muscles. Her skin responded.
She couldn’t help herself, she though t of Koen. That enormous powerful man, in her hands, her lips on him, bringing him to climax. It was perhaps one of the most fulfilling moments of her life.
One thing she’d been grateful for when she found out she was terminally ill, was that she didn’t have a husband or lover in her life who had to go through the pain of losing her.
How awful to imagine Koen having to watch her die. And yet, in a moment of clarity and truth, she knew she wanted to race back to Paris, find him, tell him about her illness, and have him stay with her until the end.
Out loud, to an audience of one, she said what she wouldn’t admit any other time.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
But sanity returned and she remembered what he r mother had burned into her mind. Nobody wants to be there for your troubles, child.
It would be selfish to involve him. His heart meant more to her than her own comfort. She wasn’t afraid of dying, she knew that was a singular event and then it was over. But all the moments leading up to saying goodbye…that’s what scared her.
After the shower, she wrapped herself up in the plush white robe provided by the hotel. When room service brought her cart, she pushed it aside and curled up on the bedspread. She fell asleep with her hand slid down between her legs and pretended that it was his.
NINE
THREE MONTHS LATER
Jacob roamed around the site where their home was under construction. He had little exposure to the yurts that were primary residences here in what he privately referred to as “moonieville.” Yeah, he knew it wouldn’t fly, but that’s how he thought of the quiet village he would call home soon. His new wife, his mate, was up on the adjacent hill next to a stunning first blood vampire named Chione. Chione reminded him of Eillia because of her Asian heritage, her long dark hair and eyes, exotic and breathtaking.
From that first day, Chione had assisted Starla in adapting to this village ; expectations, first blood relationships, protocols. He thought she was very like an old fashioned handmaiden for Starla. Although Starla called her friend and family.
Starla smil ed at Chione, who placed a hand on Starla’s belly to feel the child within move. Their little boy, a first blood vampire, would be born in less than six months and they would begin their extremely unique lives as vampire parents. He was thrilled about the pregnancy and couldn’t wait to meet the child. The only part of it that he regretted was the child was not his. Not biologically.
Coming from inside the biggest yurt in the community, a ridiculously large and handsome first blood vampire joined the women and kissed Starla lightly on her cheek. Man, he wanted to fucking punch the guy for touching her. But couldn’t. Well, wouldn’t. He actually really liked him. It was just that this situation was so bizarre, they were all still navigating the muddy waters of this odd relationship between two made vampires who were mated for life, and the first blood vampire who was the father of the child his woman carried. Insemination made the baby, not passionate lovemaking, so he had no reason to be jealous. Usually, he wasn’t. But when Ahmose touched Starla, even casually, his blood pressure shot up. A normal vampire reaction to another man near his mate. Ahmose would understand completely.
Jacob headed up and joined them, giving Ahmose a too firm handshake. Ahmose smiled because he got it. He knew Jacob had seen the chaste kiss and reacted the only way a male vampire would. Grabbing Jacob’s other hand, he encased both in
This shower had a big rainwater showerhead, and when she stepped beneath the warm water, it cascaded over her, droplets massaging tired, sore muscles. Her skin responded.
She couldn’t help herself, she though t of Koen. That enormous powerful man, in her hands, her lips on him, bringing him to climax. It was perhaps one of the most fulfilling moments of her life.
One thing she’d been grateful for when she found out she was terminally ill, was that she didn’t have a husband or lover in her life who had to go through the pain of losing her.
How awful to imagine Koen having to watch her die. And yet, in a moment of clarity and truth, she knew she wanted to race back to Paris, find him, tell him about her illness, and have him stay with her until the end.
Out loud, to an audience of one, she said what she wouldn’t admit any other time.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
But sanity returned and she remembered what he r mother had burned into her mind. Nobody wants to be there for your troubles, child.
It would be selfish to involve him. His heart meant more to her than her own comfort. She wasn’t afraid of dying, she knew that was a singular event and then it was over. But all the moments leading up to saying goodbye…that’s what scared her.
After the shower, she wrapped herself up in the plush white robe provided by the hotel. When room service brought her cart, she pushed it aside and curled up on the bedspread. She fell asleep with her hand slid down between her legs and pretended that it was his.
NINE
THREE MONTHS LATER
Jacob roamed around the site where their home was under construction. He had little exposure to the yurts that were primary residences here in what he privately referred to as “moonieville.” Yeah, he knew it wouldn’t fly, but that’s how he thought of the quiet village he would call home soon. His new wife, his mate, was up on the adjacent hill next to a stunning first blood vampire named Chione. Chione reminded him of Eillia because of her Asian heritage, her long dark hair and eyes, exotic and breathtaking.
From that first day, Chione had assisted Starla in adapting to this village ; expectations, first blood relationships, protocols. He thought she was very like an old fashioned handmaiden for Starla. Although Starla called her friend and family.
Starla smil ed at Chione, who placed a hand on Starla’s belly to feel the child within move. Their little boy, a first blood vampire, would be born in less than six months and they would begin their extremely unique lives as vampire parents. He was thrilled about the pregnancy and couldn’t wait to meet the child. The only part of it that he regretted was the child was not his. Not biologically.
Coming from inside the biggest yurt in the community, a ridiculously large and handsome first blood vampire joined the women and kissed Starla lightly on her cheek. Man, he wanted to fucking punch the guy for touching her. But couldn’t. Well, wouldn’t. He actually really liked him. It was just that this situation was so bizarre, they were all still navigating the muddy waters of this odd relationship between two made vampires who were mated for life, and the first blood vampire who was the father of the child his woman carried. Insemination made the baby, not passionate lovemaking, so he had no reason to be jealous. Usually, he wasn’t. But when Ahmose touched Starla, even casually, his blood pressure shot up. A normal vampire reaction to another man near his mate. Ahmose would understand completely.
Jacob headed up and joined them, giving Ahmose a too firm handshake. Ahmose smiled because he got it. He knew Jacob had seen the chaste kiss and reacted the only way a male vampire would. Grabbing Jacob’s other hand, he encased both in
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