We returned to the room where the conclave was still assembled and Godwin showed me and my ring off to as many as would look.
Although they all appeared to be happy, I noticed that there were two in the room with a subdued smile on their faces. One was my mother. Another was a dark haired beauty who’d been quietly sitting in the back corner of the room during the hearing. I’d noticed her because of her beauty, but, since she kept silent, I quickly lost interest. Since she stood out from the crowd because of her lack of enthusiasm over Godwin’s announcement, she, once again, had my attention.
I made a mental note to find out just exactly who she was.
As for my mother… She was both happy for me and concerned. She felt that we were rushing things and was vocal about that opinion. In some ways, I had to agree. With the help of the man with the kind face, she managed to get Godwin to agree to allow me
It had been almost a month since Cindy was turned into a vampire by Kenton. The first few weeks were relatively calm. It was probably because we were all trying to overcome the trauma we’d endured after discovering that my mother’s lifelong friend and the chief of police was, in fact, a sadistic sex pervert who was involved in human trafficking as well as providing pornographic and violent movies to the dark web.Cindy spent most of her time sleeping and acclimating to her new form of existence while Kenton and I spent a great deal of the time we had together making love in almost every location imaginable in the old estate house. With my mother off roaming the mountain in her wolf form and the house to ourselves, we experienced a newfound sense of freedom and our appetites for each other were insatiable.There was only a few more days before the moon would, once again, be full. We’d heard nothing from the Jefferson wolf
The days that followed were both interesting and uncomfortable for me. I had no idea that the moon affected vampires. Folklore never told of such things. I thought it was only the werewolves who were influenced by it. I was full of questions about what Cindy was experiencing, but got nothing but scathing looks from wicked Amelia whenever I had the audacity to ask her a question. I found myself waiting until Kenton came to ask them.I learned that the full moon enhanced everything there was about a vampire. If they were aggressive, they became more so. If they were in love, it grew more intense. Even if they weren’t in love, their sexual needs were intensified to the degree that many found it difficult to have them satiated. It wasn’t just their emotions and sexual desires that intensified. Their hearing got more acute and their speed increased; as did their strength. This fact made them better able to deal with the t
I’d ridden Roger on the trails very little since that horrific night when we were kidnapped by Hap and Cindy was raped on film before being so mutilated by a werewolf that, when Kenton and my mother came to rescue us, Kenton was forced to make a choice of letting her die or offering her a chance to become a vampire. I mainly rode in the ring and in the fields where Kenton could see me. His fear of Michael Jefferson seeking retribution for his plan to breed young girls to expand his pack being destroyed by us was acute. I knew that Kenton would be unhappy to know that we’d traveled deep into the reserve, but I couldn’t help myself. I’d been away from the reserve’s natural beauty and the feel of the woods for almost a month. I didn’t realize how much I depended on my daily rides in the woods to help keep me balanced until I’d stopped them. I hoped that the fact that Amelia was with us would buf
Kenton followed me into the house. He was silent as he’d walked with us from the reserve trail to the stable, watched us untack and brush down the horses, and then put them out to pasture. Even so, I could tell that a lecture was hovering just below the surface of his quiet demeanor and that he was itching to give it to me.The smug look on Amelia’s face as she lazily followed Cindy up the stairs to Cindy’s room made my blood boil to the point I hardly heard Kenton’s request that I join him on the patio. He had to ask me a second time before I responded by leading the way.He’d barely closed the sliding door behind him before I spoke. “If you’re going to yell at me about riding my horse in the reserve, please don’t. I’m a grown woman and have the right to ride wherever I choose. Today, I chose the reserve.”“Even if it meant danger for you?”“
As I reveled in Kenton’s embrace, I longed for him to take things further. Memories of our first time making love on the patio flitted through my mind. What I wouldn’t have given to have him lower me onto the lounge chair and take me right then. I imagined the feel of the sun’s rays on my bare flesh as he buried his head between the apex of my thighs and bought me to heady heights while he prepared me for his entering. My body ached from the mere thought of it.My imagined sex high came crashing down with rapid speed when his kiss ended and he asked me to sit down so that he could have my full attention while he explained a few things. My head felt light and dizzy from his kiss as I found my way to a lounge chair.I’d been settled in and ready to listen for what seemed like minutes, yet he said nothing.“Are you going to speak?” I finally asked.“I’m waiting,” he rep
My house was rapidly filling up. Even though Godwin’s family lived locally, at my mother’s request, he settled into one of the guest rooms. I could tell that Kenton wasn’t happy about it. I assumed that it was because he’d been forced by the Association to move back to his own home. My mother must have recognized the jealous bug crawling around in him as well because, before she left, she assured my vampire lover that his distant cousin was only going to be with me long enough to develop the magic within me. She also insisted that, after meeting the wicked Amelia, she felt I needed a support team, if not protection, from the she vampire.Kenton could hardly argue that fact. Regrets for bringing Amelia to my home had surfaced more than once in him since her arrival. Not only did she turn out to be a spy for the Association who ratted on his staying with me almost immediately, he worried about me having to deal w
Morning came all too soon. If I hadn’t had the responsibility of tending to the horses, I’d have burrowed deeper into the folds of my bedding for a few more hours. Being the dependable person that I was, I dragged myself out of bed and dressed quickly.The smell of coffee as I trudged down the stairs did wonders for improving my mood. I had no idea who was thoughtful enough to rise early and brew coffee, but I was grateful.I was about to express my thanks to whoever it was when I entered the kitchen, but I stopped short like a mute statue instead. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There, at the stove, stood my mother. She was busy flipping pancakes to add to the rather large stack that was already on a plate in the middle of the table. Not only was she moving with grace and ease, but her scars and deformities were gone.“Mom?” I finally managed to utter as I studied her carefully.Sh
We went into the studio that my grandmother used to do her pottery in. I wasn’t sure if that was the wisest place to start teaching me magic. I could imagine bolts of energy shooting from my hands and pottery flying all about. I mentioned my concern to him. He just chuckled and assured me that there’d be no bolts of energy shooting out of my hands to worry about.To my surprise, wonderment, and amazement, the magic he showed me came from deep within me. I was the source. It required no hocus pocus words or special, overly dramatic movements. No magic wands or symbols drawn in the air or on my body. I simply had to think about what I wanted to have happen.Who would have thought it?I was required to focus my mind harder than I’d ever focused it before. As a result, my brain felt like it was made of oatmeal within fifteen minutes. That’s where the trick lie