The Last Vampyre Prophecy (15 page)

He pulls me around on his lap so that I am facing him. I can’t comprehend everything he’s telling me, it’s just too much for my mind to handle. I don’t even believe in supernatural beings.
And I believe when you die you die end of story and there are only two places you go and my preferable option was straight up.

His eyes burn through me searching but my thoughts are so scattered that I feel like my brain just wants to sleep. It’s like sitting in a lecture hall with a hundred
different speakers and they are all talking at once. Overwhelming.

He soothes my face. “Talk to me Adonia. Tell me what you are feeling.”

The truth is I can’t. I don’t know. I don’t know if I should run or cry or scream or embrace him. Actually, I feel like doing all those things.

I just stare at
him, his eyes burning with fire—with fear. Several minutes pass then I gather my voice and offer hoarsely in a whisper, “Finish.”

He inhales deeply and regards me intently before he says, “
She’s coming for us.” My heart slams in my chest as I realize he’s not what I’m afraid of—the danger coming for him is what terrifies me.

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

KHAI

Her sudden fear for me brings everything to a halt. All my senses and control hone in on her—the need to comfort her, to protect her, to love her.

My emotions engulf me. I pull her tight against me
and lean in trailing my tongue across her full bottom lip. My eyes close, as I taste her. It heats the dead blood flowing through my veins.

I can feel her emotions of desperation and arousal. Then she pulls back and peers straight into my eyes. There is so much fear and confusion—I just want to wipe it from her mind. She begins to say something but I know how to make her forget—just for the moment.

My lips close over hers and the way her tongue strokes my mouth makes me moan with pleasure. I savor her taste and glide through her mouth over and over feeling the silk of her tongue then her lips.

Her hands slide up my arms and onto my neck as she leans in closer to me and
begins to devour the kiss.

I stand with her still in my arms and walk back to the office closing the maple door behind me. She never breaks the kiss as I walk across the room and lay her on the soft leather sofa.

I pull back to look at her and it’s hedonistic—the effect she has on me is raw and terrifying. I’ve never been so out of control with my emotions. The intense up and down effect is distracting and I don’t get distracted.

I distract others—prey.

But it feels as though I am the prey—locked in her trance. And I couldn’t get out—even if I wanted to, and I don’t.

I want her to own me. I want to worship her and protect her and make her mine.

I lift her up slightly and slide my fingers under the hem of her shirt and pull it over her head. Each time I see her it’s like a new experience—she intrigues me—beguiles me—conquers me.

I can feel the need she has for me and it causes new ripples of emotion to radiate through my body like thousands of tiny sparks exploding under every cell.

I reach down and pull the button on her jeans and slowly peel them away from her body one leg at a time. When I free the last foot from the hem I caress her foot and bite the pad of her big toe before I pull it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the soft flesh.

She gasps and closes her eyes. I can taste the chemicals in her body digesting the nutrients from her breakfast. Her organs are supple and healthy. The beat of her heart reassures me that she is strong and fit. The long morning run
’s she takes has prepped her heart muscle and gives it long strong beats.

I slide my tongue down her instep and slowly make a jagged trail up her inner thigh nipping her delicate skin then sealing it with my tongue.

I watch her face contort with ecstasy with every stroke and it makes my head come alive with new ways to pleasure her so that I can keep that carnal look on her face.

As I reach the top of her thigh she reaches down and grips my face. “Khai.” She breathes. “Please. I can’t take anymore.” Her eyes are dark and pleading. “I want you inside. Now.” She pants.

I smile. “Oh no, baby. It’s not going to work like that today.” I say as I blow a trail between her legs. She gasps and I grin wider. “This is all about you. Not me, love.”

She leans up on her elbows and pins me with her emerald glare. I can feel the determination rolling off of her. She
’s getting bolder and more confident—it’s intoxicating.

She holds my eyes for several moments then grips my torso and pulls me up her body. “I said I want you, Khai.” Her voice is smooth and silky and in control. “Now.”

She buries my control.

I smile and wrap my arm around her waist rolling her over and laying her on top of me. She slides back and sits on my feet as she pulls the belt buckle and unhooks my slacks.

She hooks her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pulls my pants down and slides them to the floor.

I watch her snake up my body, caging me with her arms and caressing me with her hair as it falls forward and skims my torso causing me to tingle with pleasure and anticipation.

Finally she stops at my lips—her skin caressing mine—her breasts pressed against my chest hardening as she breathes rapidly. “I want you, Khai.” She whispers and nips my earlobe sending sparks to my cock. I’ve never had anyone affect me in this manner. It scares me yet soothes me because I know she is my eternity.

I grip her hips and place her over my erection and hiss as she slowly sinks onto me. Every muscle in my body coils and I can feel the elect
ricity burn particles to the tips of my fingers.

She’s my drug.

Slowly she sets a rhythm that has me building. I have to close my eyes and rein myself in because I want to throw her against the desk and lose control.

Slowly I allow her to set the rhythm and clench my teeth as she rolls over me over and over. I can smell the sweat building dew on her skin as she works every muscle. Her fingers grip my chest and her arms hold steady as her thighs roll from side to side and pull me deeper until I hit her wall and moan.

Suddenly she tilts back, her hair touching my shins as she grabs my knees and lifts herself up and down in several hard thrusts. When I feel her tightening around me I hiss a sigh of relief because I can’t last any longer.

I grip
her hips as she comes down on me and I tilt my pelvis to meet her thrusts and she stiffens then screams my name. The shrill resonates in the small room and pierces my ears making me come hard inside her.

I just want to bury myself and never leave. She’s the
Vela of my universe.

She falls onto my chest breathing heavily. “I love you.” She whispers.

Time seems suspended as I relish the words. I pull her face back and smooth the hair behind my palms. “I don’t know love, Adonia, it’s not something that I have felt but you, you make me feel something—more. Something consuming.” Her eyes gloss over and she stops breathing.

“No. Baby, that’s not what I’m saying.” I reassure her. “I’m saying that love isn’t enough to describe what I feel for you.” I pull her close to my lips and whisper, “You own my destiny.”

I feel the tear splatter my shoulder. She sucks in a breath. “Fuck me, Khai. Fuck me the way you want me. I want to feel you need me.” She breathes.

In
a split second I’m off the sofa, she is wrapped around my waist as I sweep my hand across the desk and clear the area. She gasps as I slam into her over and over. Her back is arched and I can catch the outline of each muscle in her abdomen as it tenses under my ministrations.

I grip her hair and pull it back exposing her neck then lick trails up to her chin as I continue my punishing rhythm. It only takes seconds until I feel her quiver and trembl
e inside and I roll to hit her spot over and over.

When she comes she takes me with her because it’s so consuming that it takes ever
y ounce of control that I have to make sure I don’t crush her bones with the intensity.

When the wave of emotion levels out and I can unclench my tee
th I feel her small hands caressing my abdomen in a sedated way but it only causes me to spike with arousal again.

I pu
ll back and place some distance—my feral side pulsing just under my control. “Baby, I need to check on a few things.” I say as I pull back and kiss her lips softly. I run my hands through my hair watching the hurt creep into her eyes then feel the ache in her chest.

I want to comfort her from the sting she is feeling but I know I need to rein in my emotions and control myself.
She breaks down my walls—she dismantles my self- preservation.

I grind my teeth and lean in for one more kiss to her forehead
before I grab my pants and walk to the bathroom then lock the door.

Her desolate feelings are
rolling through me in waves. I can feel the ache in her chest from my withdrawal. It makes me want to break things—break me for doing that to her.

I
run my hands through my hair and cup my neck dipping my head back and breathing deeply. Enclosed with her in this plane feeling all her emotions and breathing in her scent is nearly debilitating to me.

I can feel the strong thud of her heart against her breastbone and the flow of blood streaking through her healthy veins. Her brain is firing with millions of neurons carrying sparks to each lobe putting together her thoughts and feelings carrying them to the rest of her body.

I still am amazed each time I witness the workings of the human body—so complex and extraordinary.

I close my eyes and focus on the atmosphere changing to lure my senses from her. I can feel the pressure of the cold pressing against the layers of the air in the cloud formations. The rolling of the warm air meeting the cold creates a vacuum and begins to breed a storm.

I can sense the electric particles begin to form and create a fissure in the cloud mass just before they roll into each other and boom with thunder then build to a climax and release the bolt of electricity strong enough to power a city block.

Mehi senses me and I know the swift change in weather is her telling me she’s coming.

I calculate the distance we have flown in my head and measure the time until we land. I’m bringing her back to the city—Manhattan—where I know I can protect her just a little more. Mehi hasn’t the knowledge that I have of the city and it’s benefits for our kind.

We have
about four hours and twelve minutes before we land, should the weather remain relatively calm. I scan her thoughts and land on the overwhelming need for me—her mate, her completion. It’s unnerving and I stagger back against the counter taking it in.

She needs me and wants me and desires me. All the feelings I have yet they pale in comparison. She’s the light on my moon and the breath in my lungs—the answer to my existence.

I wait until I feel her breathing level out and her thoughts become muddled by the state of rest. She’s finally in slumber when I make it out of the cabin door and perch beside her on the sofa.

She’s resting but not peacefully. I can read her thoughts and they vacillate between longing and confusion. She is trying to compile her feelings for me
, and the admission I gave her this afternoon. It’s more than anyone should be expected to take and she is reeling with the enormity of the situation.

I rest my hand on her hip and feel wave after wave of anxiety rolling through her prone form. I would extricate any living being for this woman—a feeling foreign to me because before Adonia I was a mass of indifference. I could care less about
mortality and it’s effect on me.

But she makes me feel protective and alive. I want to guard her and cage her with my presence. I want her to be safe and happy. These new feelings are more alarming than efficacious.

I let the myriad of emotions undulate my being and settle into a more restful existence. I sit here for hours watching her breathe and dream, finally when the wheels descend she stirs and pins me across the narrow space.

I smile, “Hello my beautiful.”

She blinks and takes several seconds before she returns my smile, “Hi.” She whispers.

The vibration of her voice bounces in my skull
and fills me with prodigious sensuality. I want to feel her skin beneath my sensitive fingertip. I want to bring her body to such climax that she stops breathing. I want to worship her and satisfy her—and love her.

She rises and places a light kiss to my lips. I feel euphoric at the contact. Every ounce of energy and life I have in my body explodes and hones in
on that one spot where she touched me. It’s all encompassing.

“How was your rest?”
I ask a little shakily surprising myself with how unsettled I am. A feeling I’ve never experienced.

She glances down at her hands as she wrings them in her lap. I read her fear and thoughts of doom but they are not for her health they are for me—for the possibility of losing me.

That causes a severe spike in my emotions and sends me into a state of visceral protectiveness. It’s as if all the strings that comprise the woven control of my being are snapped in two and fall away leaving me open and, briefly vulnerable.

She’s broken my walls and stripped me of my natural instincts to protect myself. All my emotions revolve around her, around her desires and her needs. It’s staggering because this is nothing I have ever felt.

Our kind are very resilient and omnipotent. We take what we need and want for our existence and everything is expendable. We love power and domination—we thrive on conflict and pain. It’s our comprised existence—war and seizure. Nothing is out of our grasp—we take, we plunder and we dominate. Simple.

But suddenly none of that matters—all my feelings are centered around one bright
light—her, her face, her heart—her mind. Its as if every other object has disappeared and the only vision I have is of her.

She’s altered my entire being.