Crescent Bound (53 page)

Seductively I peer
at
him through my dark lashes, giving him a slight pout of disappointment. I see his own sensual smile as he leans down
.
“
Follow me
,
”
h
e whispers
.

Within my next breath I lace my arms around his waist and center my focus on his shimmering essence
as he
leav
es
the room. My own instincts tell me where he is going, so I try to materialize myself on the bed before
he does
.

I groan out in defeat as I lay on top of him.
He tilts his head slightly up at me
,
grinning with
mischief
.
“
A
re
you feel
ing
defeated?
”

Sitting up
,
I shrug my shoulders sulking,
“
Maybe.
”
Innocently I nibble my lip trying to persuade him
to let
me have my way.

He reaches up firmly holding my chin, coaxing me to come closer. 
“
Let
’
s see what I can do
to
making your groan turn into pleasur
able ones
.
”

Later that night
, I
lay
in bed
watching him sleep
and
feeling as if he
’
s my gorgeous ice guardian sent to me from the gods themselves.  I can only hope that he will always see me with the same beauty that I see in him.

“
J
e
t’a
mie m
on
amour
,
” I
whisper softly to him as I turn over and feel the silence of my consciousness embrace the much needed rest.

The sweet aroma of food cooking from the kitchen drifts up to me as I drink in the morning light.  Draping the silky cream colored sheet around me, I shift downstairs wondering if I will ever get use to Marc
’
s early bird gourmet cooking.  Normally its fruit loops and an apple for me.

Crêp
es
with sautéed apples and
Gruy
e
re
cheese greet me as I sit across from Marc as he sips his coffee.  As always, the food is absolutely delicious.

“
More?
”

Taking my last bite, I wave
‘
no
’
with my fork.

“
I
’
m w
atching my weight.
”

A questioning brow arches at me,
“
What are you talking about Alyssa,
you
’
re
what 5
’
2 probably 100 pounds at best?
”
I nod,
damn he
’
s good, wondering if he is weighing me and checking my measurements at night while I sleep?
I laugh
to myself.

I move the plate back
and reply
,
“
In order to do th
e best I can in this
race I can
’
t have any extra weight in the car.
”

He leans over the counter and says,
“
Like that could be possible.
”
  I didn
’
t really think Marc entirely understands the whole car weight thing
, but
I just shrug it off.

“
Hey, do you want to run with me?
”

Marc puts his coffee down and offers,
“
How about I give you a head start
,
and then if I catch you
,
I can
…
hey, wait, where’d
you
go
…
”

Chapter 34

This week
has gone by
rather quickly, the weekend is
approaching and I have everything
finally
ready for the race.
Everyday after our sessions at the Arcane we
are at the
shop work
ing
on my
Shelby
.  The entire suspension is new.  The
backseat
is completely removed, and I switched to a free flowing exhaust.  I think Marc is learning fast that this track
is
run completely different than ours.  The Abscond Raceway is strictly for qualifying and ranking
of each
car and driver into an annual ranking event.

I want to do the best I can there and not to impress anyone, but for myself.  I stay longer at the shop at night working with our crew, testing the
Shelby
’
s performance on the Dyno. 
Tonight
,
I c
o
me home to find Marc sitting with Dawson and Lisa watching
on the big screen
,
racing videos and
not just some random videos,
my
racing when I first began.  I wasn
’
t sure if I should run and hide or critique myself.  I have been racing since I was fifteen and watched my dad all my life. So, as if I
’
ve been drawn in by my own addiction I find myself sitting down on our leather sofa with Marc
and
discussing drag racing.

I decide to get up reluctantly and go to the
kitchen;
I never realize how involved I became in racing
until I watch the videos
.  Reaching in the fridge to get an H2O bottle, I shut the door and notice Lisa st
anding next to me.

“
Hey, where
’
s Meg anyways?
”
I ask as she
shifts over to the counter and sits herself on it. 
W
alk
ing
over
I
stand beside
her;
and
I have th
is
gnawing
feeling at me
, like there is something she really wants to tell to me, but for
some
reason
,
doesn
’
t
.

Both of us just simply absorb the silence for a moment, when I can
’
t take it anymore I burst out,
“
Lisa,
what
’
s
going on with Megan?
”
Quite proud of myself that I did not resort to using my persuasion tone with her. That
’
s when Lisa breaks down and lays it on the line.

“
Ok
ay
... I know you won
’
t find this comical in any
way, but if you really look at it from a different point of view, then just maybe…
”
  Swiftly I move directly in front of her, clearing my throat, because now she
i
s start
ing
to ramble.

“
Megan truly means no harm, Alyss
, but
it is amusing...I don
’
t know how she does it really, well
yeah
, I do,
and I
mean she is
our
Megan and...
”

“
Lisa...Lisa!
”
I yell to get her attention then calming my voice. 
“
You know when you make a
potion;
and
you can
’
t jus
t simply sip on it all day long
you just
have to
drink it down in one gulp?
”
She star
es at me with apprehension,
“
Spit it out
,
”
I say through my clinched teeth.

“
Megan has been seeing this guy...
”
she pauses peering down fidgeting with her rosy pink polish on her fingernails.

My mind rants
,
I
’
m
so
not going to like this
,
crossing my arms over my chest,
“
And?
”
I ask tapping my foot impatiently.

She tilts her head back as her long blond
e
locks cascade over her shoulders
, and
in one long breath she says,
“
He
’
s a human guy, I
’
m not even sure where she met him, or how, but its been going on for almost
two weeks
now, I think.
”

I pace
back and forth in front of her, a
hundred and
one thoughts come to mind,
why a
m I always the last one to know
?
  Placing my hands on my hips,
“
Megan knows better than this, she can
’
t find a male witch to
play with
?
”

Lisa hops off the marble counter
top
and says with a perplexed expression,
“
She says the male witches are not
as fun
to dominate, she wants a… totally submissive guy.
”

“
Ha
,
”
I laugh out dryly,
“
And how in the world is she ever going to find out, if all she keeps
doing
are
human guys, you know she once told me don
’
t knock it until you try it, I
’
ll
give
her submissive!
”

Just then Marc
casually
leans against the kitchen doorway.

“
Really, a
nd who is this you are planning on being submissive to?
”

Lisa and I both look at each other and say
in unison
,
“
Megan.
”

I shift back into the living room and pick up my cell, hit
ting
the speed dial I
call and
get
her voicemail.

“
Hey there...I
’
ll call you
back
when I have my clothes on.
”
This is
followed by a l
oud and annoying beep echo
ing
in my ear and then silence.
Great
, I already have a bad feeling about this and now it appears that I
’
ll just have to wait till tomorrow
to
handl
e
Megan
’
s little S
&
M obsession.

Later, after they go
Marc eases all my concerns over Megan with his endless seduction and my surrender, we enjoy each other most of the night. Soon we become comple
tely exhausted and drift
to sleep in each others arms.

I’m getting
restless in bed
,
and
I fight off the sheets
.
I
can
’
t get comfortable, it feels like I
’
m
lying
on a pile of rocks.

I raise myself up and realize
that
I
am
lying
on a pile of rocks, deep in a frozen forest.  The air is nothing
,
but
cold and desolate, snow slowly begins to cover the ground.  I rest my hands on the mortal earth and now see clearly the stones that I
am
lying
on
and to my surprise they
are
broken
grave ma
r
kers with a small wooden cross erected
on top of the
pile.