ChristineI shut the door to the bathroom. The only barrier that was holding me away from him was this My heart thumped in my chest, the heat of his breath still lingering on my skin. The smell of spice and the bead of sweat that traveled from his forehead to the side of his face as he climbed the house wall had my pussy searing with desire.I have never been so turned on in all my life. Sebastian scaled the wall to me. He couldn't even use the front door for fear of taking his eyes off me. At least, that's what I hope it was. That he couldn't bear to part for me like my body couldn't bear to leave his. By the time I walked back into the room, Sebastian was already underneath the covers. His chest was uncovered, with small curls of chest hair on his body. I bit my lip, rubbing my fingers together beside my body.Luckily the room was dark, just the small light coming from the screensaver from my laptop, but it was enough light to show all the shadowed muscles that ripped his torso. I
ChristineI stretched, my back arching backward, half wanting to feel Sebastian's morning wood next to me. Only, I was left with soft pillows encompassing my body in a perfect little nest. Groaning, I rolled over to smell in the spice scent he left. It was still warm, surprising since I always thought vampires to be cold, but he never was to me.Inhaling one more time, a soft petal fell on my cheek. The sweet soft smells of roses had me wake up seeing the blood-red coloring against the white sheets. Picking up the rose that had the thorns meticulously removed, the rustling of a letter fell to my lap. Stunning, calligraphy lettering written to perfection held my name. The lonely pang of disappointment was now gone, and excitement surged.'Christine,'It read, my heart almost exploded how decorated he made my name. It stood out far more intricate and delicate than any other wording inside the letter like he spent time creating a piece of art that represented me. 'I'm sorry to leave yo
ChristinePamela paced her tiny studio apartment. She waited for me at the bottom of the stairs of the coffee shop to lead me to the back ally. I didn't even question the fear that would be so normal I would have had going behind a dirty dumpster with cobwebs, rats, and old coffee cups. My vision was tunneled climbing those stairs, and now that I had calmed down after an hour and a half of a panic attack, I sat in her overly decorated apartment.It was straight out of a bohemian magazine. Large decorated pillows filled with gold and silver trimmings. Tulle, large decorated blankets covered the walls, candles of the exotic-smelling variety lit. Even the lamps held dull lighting from the various fabrics giving it a calming glow. A table was full of crystals that she made me hold and stare at until I could speak once again and tell her the long story of how my heart was supposed to belong to someone else.Finally calming, resting on the bed, which consisted of just a large mattress on th
Grabbing my hand, she led me to the front right of the stage. The music was still playing from the DJ at the top of the stage until the lights faded from him and the music died. Roars of cheers went through the crowd, Pamela waving her hands in the air as her blue tube top sparkled in the dimming light. Her fangs descended, watching the four prominent men walk on stage. The lead singer, held piercings, black leather bracelets, his hair spiked with blonde tips holding a microphone as he held up his arm and parted his fingers in the traditional rock-and-roll style hand gestures. The drummer, donning a leather vest, pants, and thick silver-looking chains around his neck, began beating on his instruments. The entire room went crazy. Wolves, vampires, and some holding pointed ears like elves or fairies threw bras, and panties on the stage while the men who came to watch eyed them all in jealousy and excitement. I was the only one standing still, facing the never-ending crowd looking beyo
Sebastian"What?" I shook my head in incredulity. "The hell are you uttering about? My mate, your daughter is missing, and I fucking need her right now. I don't need this." I go to lumber away, believing he had indeed lost his mind. "I'm dead fucking serious!" he stomped toward me, bashing the unhinged door shut. It hung, barely on the frame. Vampires walking by began to look at the commotion as I started shouting again. Grabbing his dark shirt and ripping the collar, I slung him into the kitchen island. He coughed, pushing himself off the granite. Justin didn't creep forward, only holding up his hands in failure.I kicked his ass once. I'll do it again. "I'm serious. I saw him," I ground my teeth in frustration. "I have a small gift, still trying to use it. I can see inside minds, barely." My back untangled, breath evened out until he spoke again. "I'm not that old, but I'm telling you. I can see things just on the surface of the mind, and Christine must have had a dream recently.
"What?" I snapped, not caring who it was. The only way my fang would calm, the venom to stop flowing, would be Christine. "I know where she is," Justin's familiar voice trialed. "Vanessa woke up, and said she has a GPS tracker on her phone.""It's when you can track the phone," Suron interjected, able to use his hearing to listen to the call. "Where?" I snipped, listening to the address.****"This can't be right," I muttered, staring at the cellar door. Suron only laughed, knocking three times in different areas of the door. "Oh, it is," he muttered, finally hearing the door swing open. A heavily tattooed werewolf popped his head out, eyeing us until he saw Suron. "My man," his cheerful voice didn't match his tough exterior as he held out his hand. "Done babysitting for a while and finally going to have some fun?" Suron snorted, grasping his forearm in greeting. "Still on duty, except no longer babysitting, just adult sitting right now." I rolled my eyes in offense, ready to stor
ChristineThe post-orgasm phase must have had had my ears muffled because I swore I was hearing things. The throbbing in my pussy from the proceeding mini pleasure-gasms continued to have me melt into Sebastian's arms. My head persisted in cuddling into his neck, basking in the after haze. My fingers clutched his expensive suit. The three-piece outfit had my heart aflutter. He was always so impeccably dressed, while I was always in something more comfortable or relaxed. He never seemed to mind, his gaze continuing to bore into my soul."I said, you are my beloved, Christine," those velvet words left his lips. His hand caressing my now tangled hair, the mist of sweat being pushed away by his warmed hand. My mouth hung open, unable to move until he tilted my chin with his fingers. "Do you understand what that means?" Speaking was out the window. No snarky comment, no anger, just awe. Sebastian said I was his mate. It was a dream. It had to be a dream. There was no way this was real.
Totally opposite of what I once thought was attractive.Sebastian sighed, dropping his hand from his face, but I continued to hold him with one hand. My other undoing the tightened black tie. He released a breath, his throat bobbing at the release of the tight collar. "No one is sure, but many believe there is a soul mate on the other side of the veil of death." My fingers pulled the tie away from his body, slowly unbuttoning the top of his shirt. I continued to listen, his eyes closing, feeling the feather touches of my fingers dancing across his chest. My body had one thing in mind while my brain had another. I wanted to lean in and put my chest up against his. The heat he radiated, the skin contact I craved. "Many think mates who have passed unexpectedly wait on the other side of the veil of death. They lay waiting for the mates they were promised, and the Fates have decided to grant them their wishes instead of gaining another mate. My first beloved may have had a first mate and