“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.”
Amari POV
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.
