There was a deadening silence in the room at Curtis' pronouncement. Clem, for one, was very shocked. His sister had found her mate? How lucky! He thought. So, why had she gone ahead to stay with Derek? Didn't she know of Curtis?"Did you tell her?" Anthony asked, recovering from his own shock. He hadn't seen this piece of news coming. if Curtis was really right, then perhaps, there was at least a way to separate Claire from Derek. That way, there might be hope if Emma sees that Derek is still single. Perhaps, they can tell her the reason for his denial. Perhaps... Anthony sighed, even as he waited on a reply from Curtis. Emma wouldn't make it easy for them. He thought, remembering that she had said that she didn't want to see any of them."Yes, I did..." Curtis muttered, looking crestfallen all of a sudden, an outlook which already told the guys in the room what might have transpired between the duo. Clem broke the haze first."She rejected you??" He asked, the tempo of his voice risi
There was a deadening silence in the room at Curtis' pronouncement. Clem, for one, was very shocked. His sister had found her mate? How lucky! He thought. So, why had she gone ahead to stay with Derek? Didn't she know of Curtis?"Did you tell her?" Anthony asked, recovering from his own shock. He hadn't seen this piece of news coming. if Curtis was really right, then perhaps, there was at least a way to separate Claire from Derek. That way, there might be hope if Emma sees that Derek is still single. Perhaps, they can tell her the reason for his denial. Perhaps... Anthony sighed, even as he waited on a reply from Curtis. Emma wouldn't make it easy for them. He thought, remembering that she had said that she didn't want to see any of them."Yes, I did..." Curtis muttered, looking crestfallen all of a sudden, an outlook which already told the guys in the room what might have transpired between the duo. Clem broke the haze first."She rejected you??" He asked, the tempo of his voice risi
Lucille's fear for the beautiful man right above her, was being pushed aside by the heated tenderness of his mouth, by the gentleness in his caressing hands. He carelessly shoved the sheet that has been covering her nakedness down, exposing her bare breasts to his hungry gaze. Hot. He was so hot she could not stand the feel of the thin sheet on her heated hips, twisting around her legs. Her hands were tangled in his thick hair, crushing it in her fingers like so much silk. His shirt was open to his tapered waist, his hard muscles pressing against her soft breasts. The rough, dark hair on his chest rasped erotically over her nipples. A wave of heat heralded a storm of fire, through him, through her. Lucille's hands, of their own accord, pushed his shirt from his wide shoulders. She watched with enormous eyes as he slowly shrugged out of it, his silver gaze holding her gray ones captive. She was drowning in those pale, mesmerizing eyes. Eyes filled with such intensity, with so much hun
Dream continuation: The man's body moved over hers, hard and hot, his strength enormous, but his hands were tender as he cupped her head in one palm. His knee inserted itself very gently between hers to give him access to her. Lucille, still rippling with the aftershocks of her climax, was barely aware of the weight of him pinning her down, once more making her vulnerable and open to him. He took the advantage while he had it, pressing intimately into her entrance. She was slick with need, hot, tight, and velvet soft. He felt her gasp at his invasion, and he paused to allow her body an opportunity to adjust to his size. She was holding her breath, waiting for the terrible, tearing pain. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she made a small sound of protest against the weight of his chest. But she felt only ripples of fire, a storm of intense pleasure washing over her, consuming her. "Relax, Lucille. Relax for me. You were meant for me, created for me. And I was created for you."
Dream continuation: The man stood up and stretched, a lazy ripple of muscles that made her want to claw out his eyes. "It is not your mother. You are mine, Lucille, and it is my duty to protect you in any way I see fit. These vampire friends of Legardo are after something, and I think they are not alone. I believe they have drawn in more of them. I will call out to my twin who is also here in the county, and he is a good hunter, but I think these renegades are following you." He said. He dressed with fluid efficiency and casual grace. "I am not in the habit of explaining myself. I have made a concession to you in doing so. Choose now how you will proceed." He added."I refuse your claim on me," Lucille answered in the only way he allowed her to communicate. "I will take my refusal to our people and plead with them for the mercy you evidently don't have in you. I will not be tied to you! She shrieked. He bent over her, a dark, imposing figure exuding power. His silver eyes glitt
When Lucille opened her eyes, waking up from the strange dream, her eyes beheld Sheila first. The latter was sitting on the couch, very near to her bed, holding her hands."You are running a temperature..." Sheila muttered, before standing up quickly and walking out of the beautiful room which Lucille had come to take as a mini home since they had arrived here yesterday night.After the musky air had been cleared concerning who she was, and who she belonged to, Sheila had suggested that she leave with her that night to her own place, that they had a lot to talk about, and Maryann hadn't opposed that motion. So, she had packed her bags, and loaded it into the car trunk of Sheila, and off they had gone, but not before she had kissed her little brother on the cheek since he had been sleeping still. And although they weren't at all related, she had still thought him of her little brother. She had wondered then if she would ever see him again.The car had come to stop, after a thirty minut
"I had a dream." Lucille started, taking in a deep breath.Sheila sat down beside her on the bed, grasping her right hand in hers, encouraging her to continue."There was this man...I have never seen him before in my entire life. We were..." Lucille paused, not knowing how to say what had happened in the dream. Wouldn't the woman, her mother, think that she was a pervert, perhaps relegating the dream to something that had been born out of her erotic fantasies. She didn't her mother to have such a vile and untrue thought about her, unaware that a blush had coated her cheeks.Sheila, noticing this, smiled, having an idea about what her daughter had wanted to say. The blush was enough evidence."You both were making out, or getting intimate??" She asked, raising her eyebrows at Lucille whose eyes went wide at her question."How...how...did you... know?" Lucille stuttered out, not believing that her mother had been able to read off the answers already."The blush on your cheeks, either ou
Lucille was confused. Seeing Sheila's current state of shock was a bit confounding. What was the matter? She thought, reviewing the dream that she had just had, correlating it with her words, to see if she had made a mistake in her recantation or had mentioned something wrong. But tried as hard as she may, she couldn't pin point anything that should leave her mother this way. Unless...she thought and looked up at Sheila, her eyebrows furrowed; unless the dream really meant something, and her mother happened to know what it means. The more she reasoned it this way, the more it made sense. Her mother knew what her dream meant, a meaning that must be shocking."Mom..." She started, wanting to ask about the dream's interpretation, but Sheila as if knowing what her daughter wanted to ask, stood up quickly from the bed, and stalked to the door, without looking back."Eat up your food first. We can always talk later." She said, before leaving the room.Lucille sighed, watching her mother sca