“Good Morning, Love,” I said gently brushing her hair to the side.
Amari turned and smiled at me, giving her body a lazy stretch.
“Are you hungry?” I asked, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her neck.
My hands roamed down the soft curve of her hip, easing the covers down to reveal her gloriously naked form beneath. Amari rolled to her back, wrapping her arms around my neck. When her lips met mine, the intense heat of desire burned through me quickly. Her eyes held a mischievous gleam as I settled between her legs.
“So breakfast in bed?” she asked. Her fangs extended and she sank them into the soft flesh on my shoulder as I entered her body.
Amari propped on her elbow, smiling down at me once we were finished a few hours later. She was more radiant now than she was in her human form.
“I used to really think I would live forever, but I do believe you are making it your mission to kill this old man.”
The musical sound of her laughter filled our room. The warm salty, breeze blew through the open doors. My fingers traced the outline of her jaw, before picking up a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger.
Amari leaned down to kiss me. “Well, you shouldn’t taste so good for one. For two, maybe you should actually bring me food in the mornings if you are going to insist on waking me up with that question, yet never providing me sustenance.”
I quickly rolled us, pinning her beneath me. “I provide you with plenty of sustenance. Shall I show you again?”
I felt a warm hand on my cheek, I turn and see Amari’s smiling face looking at me.
“You look like you were having a pleasant dream.”
“Yes, a dream,” I replied taking her hand and bringing it to my lips. “One I wish I could share with you.”
I pulled my hand away and gave Mulo a small smile. I hated to admit it, but I felt empty, almost alone now that our link wasn’t there any longer. He’d been with me for so long, always there, always close, I actually missed it. We could still talk, if I concentrated on it, but it wasn’t effortless and it was limited.
“How are you feeling today? Are you hungry again?” He asked rolling off the bed.
“I am, but it’s not as bad as before. I think I’d like to try one of the alternate options today. The plasma fruit, instead of the blood, just to see how I handle it.”
Mulo turned and gave me a forced smile. “Of course, I’m sure you’re eager to get home.”
The melancholy in his voice was unmistakable. I grabbed his arm to stop him. Mulo and I had a long, complicated history, and as much as I should hate him, a small part of me would always love him. I knew he was sorry for most of the things he’d done and he would change a lot of those things if he could. The past was the past and dwelling on it didn’t do anyone any good.
“Thank you,” I said, letting my fingers run across his knuckles.
“For what?” he asked taking a seat again.
I dropped my head onto his shoulder, linking my arm through his. “For not taking advantage…”
Mulo turned and kissed me on the forehead. “As much as I want you, I couldn’t let you do something that I knew you’d hate yourself and more importantly, me for.”
“It always has to be about you,” I replied jokingly.
“But of course Love.”
Mulo turned, our faces mere inches from each other. His thumb caressed my cheek. I could feel the pull, the same one that had me acting out as this change transformed my body. It was strong, the unexplainable desires I had for him. I’d nearly committed adultery a number of times since the need was driven higher after I fed from Mulo. I knew he could have given in, and taken advantage of the situation, after all it was me that would initiate things, but he didn’t. Mulo was no saint, and he did enjoy me throwing myself at him so fiercely, however he always pulled back before letting me cross a bigger line. I could see in his eyes he wanted to kiss me and sadly, a small part of me wanted him to do it.
“Let me get you something to eat,” he said pulling away and breaking the connection.
I flopped back on the bed trying to push down my feelings of arousal. Mulo told me it was natural, that when the change takes over for a while our needs are strictly primal. Food. Sex. Sleep. Mulo tried to make me feel less guilty, saying I had no control, but it didn’t really help. I knew facing Marcus was going to be hard. He hated Mulo and Marcus would know how my body would have reacted since he’d gone through it. Intense feelings of guilt and shame hit me. I was glad Mulo wasn’t in my head at that moment. Marcus was a patient and understanding man to a point. His feelings about Mulo tended to cloud his judgment and I worried that my actions might be unforgivable to him.