She showed no fear, as I fed. She didn't succumb as the others normally do, no one has ever asked for more from me. No woman has fully satisfied my hunger before—ever and yet she just fucking did. She gave until I was full and then demanded I take more. Never before since my Transition has that happened.
Her eyes colored, glowing enough to show their true beauty. And that she's full Fae, full fucking Fae. Hidden from us, kept secret. She's royal to her sexy fucking core, her eyes the most beautiful one's I have seen, glow with the feeding. And she tried beautifully, like a fucking Goddess. She's going to be wild in her Transition and I plan to enjoy her when it happens. She will be mine, brought over by me alone, my cock inside of her, fucking her, tasting her.
Impossibly clueless and yet so fucking smart and beautiful. So fucking mine. I branded her, couldn’t stop myself and couldn’t stop the beast. She saw him, at a glance she saw him push to the surface as he demanded to be let loose, to show her his beauty.
Her body begs for my touch, my mouth, my fucking cock. She takes everything I give, demands more and gives everything back. She's pure, her touch excites me, makes me feel like an untried youth about to explode in his fucking pants.
Her mind is my temple, one I want to examine at leisure. See how she thinks, what she wants. How she gets knocked down and gets right back fucking up without thinking twice, she comes up swinging, harder, smarter and changed.
If the rest of the fucking Fae had half her heart, we wouldn’t be in this fucking mess, our world would be safe. Our children would be thriving instead of dying before they can Transition. Her children would be fierce, loyal and a fucking force to reckon with. My children.
I smile at her and watch her eyes narrow. So fucking smart, she knows I'm plotting, planning. She's waiting for me to fuck up, to see what I am. More so now that she's seen him pacing inside my head, rattling his fucking cage to get her. Soon, soon she will be ready for him.
Soon she will help me track down those who are trying to kill my world, while I hunt down the one I seek, the one who can heal my world. She may hate me when it is over, I'll face that when we get there. Until then, I plan to make her mine in body and soul.
Thirty Nine
My parent’s house was the same as it had been when I had left as a child. Pictures of the three of us covered the shelves my father built, while symbols from the Witches rituals were etched in the thick wood walls. We'd eventually have to redo it and add new wards. Not that any of the other wards had been helpful since Ryder and Joseph had both walked right though them.
I stared at the front room. The furniture had been removed and new stuff now sat in its place. The only thing that was the same were the walls and the symbols that adorned it. We'd no sooner told Ryder that we planned to move out of the apartments and back into my parent's house that I owned, than he'd sent his men transferring mine and Adam's belongings to the yard, while Alden had some of the Warlocks from the Guild moving it inside.
"You cleaned," I said noting that the floors had been redone and yet there was no smell of polish inside the room. "Tsk tsk, you used magic to clean Alden. I'm impressed."
He smiled and crinkled his nose as his eyes sparkled at his mischief. "I didn't want you to have to do it Syn, you've been through enough."
I grinned, "You heard I was moving in here," I said not knowing who would have told him we were moving in to this old house.
I didn’t have long to wait as Adam came in from the same direction Alden just had. He smiled but it no longer reached his eyes anymore. "I called Alden, asked for a little help getting rid of the old stuff," he said.
"You two could stay at the Guild until this place is ready Synthia, your still family no matter what anyone says," Alden interjected.
"Alden, I'll be okay here. I know now that I was a just a kid. I couldn’t save them anymore then I could have saved—" I swallowed as tears rushed to my eyes, "No more than I could have saved Larissa. I can't live in the past anymore. I can't keep blaming myself for everything. I've been told it's unhealthy by a very smart man." I winked at Alden who stood next to Adam, both of them with their mouths slightly open at the statement.
"Synthia, I may not say it a lot, hell I may not ever say it. But I'm proud of you girl. To be honest I thought you'd never stop blaming yourself," he smiled, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Larissa's death had hit us all hard and had left no one untouched by the loss of her gentle soul, "Listen, I talked to the elders at the Guild. We can't keep you on as an official Guild member, but we can always use a freelance team if you're interested."
I nodded but it wasn’t a confirmation, I wasn’t sure what the future held. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be part of the Guild without a coven. Without Larissa. I couldn’t even think about it right now, let alone agree to it. "I think we're okay for right now Alden, time off might be the best thing right now. Adam?" I asked since I couldn’t speak for him.