“Runa?” Camille curled her lip upward.
“Isn’t it obvious?” His tone was impatient.
“Apparently not.” She followed him across the room to the hallway.
“Don’t you believe in reincarnation?” he asked.
“I hadn’t given it much thought.”
“You can see it in Hunter’s eyes.” Alfrigg’s expression softened. “He could never feel the love for any other being than the woman he’s been waiting for thousands of years.”
“That’s a good point.” Camille rolled the idea around in her thoughts. “But, wouldn’t she know?”
“She does, deep down,” Alfrigg leaned down and picked up an old carpet bag. “She even knows a little ancient Norse.”
“Where did that come from?” she asked, astounded.
“The flicks do more than laundry, they also do dishes, sweep, pack and more.” Alfrigg headed for the door. “No, you can’t have one, they aren’t pets.”
Camille turned, trying to get a glimpse of one of them, but saw nothing. “Dammit.”
“They choose who they will serve. You never know, one might follow you home one day.” He traipsed through the enchanted bayou with Camille in tow.
“Let’s hope it won’t take long to get a car.” Camille pulled her cell phone from her pocket.
“It won’t.” Alfrigg’s gait seemed smoother, he was no longer hobbling. “Let’s hope Hunter’s jet is ready. It’s been dark for a few hours now.”
“It will be,” she assured him.
Chapter 23
Hunter watched as Rook slept, imagining all the things they would do together, see together. He envisioned what it would be like when he showed her his farm back home, his real home.
Rook’s eyes remain closed in mock slumber. “I can feel you watching me.”
“Can you?” Hunter was relieved that she’s awake. He’s been dying to talk to her, there was so much to talk about.
He rolled over and pounced on her. “Good morning.”
“Good, yes.” Rook opened her lids, “Morning, that’s debatable.”
“Mm, very good.” Hunter leaned down, kissing her neck.
“Hold up,” Rook demanded. “As a vampire I realize that bodily functions are no longer an issue for you, but they are for me.” She wriggled her way out from underneath him.
His eyes never left the curves of her ass until she disappeared around the corner. He laid back on the bed full of joy.
She tried to sneak up on him, lunging onto the bed, but he caught her in midair and pulled her on top of him, “Dammit! I used to be so good at sneaking around.” She hitched her unruly hair behind her ears. “I’m losing my edge.”
“You’re not losing anything.” He pressed his hard cock against her core.
“Seems I’ve gained something.” She waggled her brow.
“Any time you want.” He dragged his fingers down her shoulders, coming to a rest in the small of her back.
She sucked in a contented breath, heat spiraled through her. “This I could definitely get used to.” She swayed on top of him, nestling his cock between her folds.
He rocked her hips. “Are you going to tease me or let me in?”
“In good time.” Her expression clouded.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, I hate to be a killjoy, but shouldn’t we be using condoms?” she said, biting her lip nervously.
Hunter laughed. “You really don’t know a lot about vampires.”
“What, they have an aversion to latex?” She pulled her lips to the side.
“We aren’t capable of producing young,” Hunter explained.
“Really?” she said, ticking her head back. “I guess that makes sense though.”
“It’s one of the tradeoffs for being immortal.” He shrugged.
“I can’t ima–” She stopped herself before going down the road of things that will hinder their relationship.
“Rook.” Hunter pinned her with a look. “We have an infinite amount of time to worry about all of the mechanics of this. Let's enjoy the beginning.”
“I want to, but I can’t stop worrying,” she said, lowering her head.
“About what? Children?”
“It’s not about children.” She shook her head slightly, “Honestly, I’ve never had a vision of what my life was going to be like, I never had a plan, so that’s not it. My main concern is what happens with this blood ritual?”
“I don’t know, but I survived your blood once before, I’ll do it again,” he tried to assure her with little effect on her mood. “What else?”
She rolled off him to her side on the bed. “I don’t know if I want to be a vampire.”
Hunter widened his eyes. “You don’t have to be.”
“How will I stay with you? How will the way I need to live fit in with yours? And what about as I age, and you don’t?” It’s clear she had been giving this a lot of thought. “You look to be in your mid-thirties. We’ve got about twenty years before our age difference is no longer considered appropriate.”
“I don’t care about any of that. I will still love your wrinkled skin, failing vision and I’ll even carry your cane for you.” He made light while still being serious.
“This isn’t funny,” she said.
“If it concerns you, of course it isn’t funny.” He turned on his side to meet her gaze, “All of these are things we can overcome. I’m not going to force you to become a vampire if you don’t want to.” He exhaled with relief. “Honestly, in many ways I’m relieved.”
“Relieved?” Her mouth screwed up with question.
“Yes,” he said, wide-eyed. “I’ve never had a progeny.”
“What?”
“A progeny.” He continued to explain, “I’ve never created another vampire.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because in many ways I thinks it’s cruel. When you are first turned, you are anything but yourself. You’re blood-crazed, you can’t get enough. You have to give up the sun.”
“But after a while there are day-walkers, how does that work?” she asked.
“You must be ancient, thousands of years old to be a day-walker.” He pinned her with a look, “Giving up the sun was one of the hardest things for me. Then there’s giving up food. You don’t really desire it, but you can still smell it, but if you eat it you will become ill.”
“No more double bacon cheeseburgers?” Her gaze filled with worry.
“Nope, but you’re welcome and will be willing to drain an entire cow of its blood when you go through the phase of trying not to feed from humans. Vamplings tend to take too much and end up killing their donors.”
“Wow, I hadn’t thought of all that,” she said thoughtfully. “You know, if you’re trying to sell me on the idea, you’re doing a shitty job.”
“I’m not trying to sell you on anything,” he said point blank. “I’m not sure I would I grant that wish. I haven’t even covered the hardest part.”
“What’s that?” She really didn’t want to know.
“Watching all the people you love most die and then you are alone.” His thoughts drifted back to the day he found Runa laying on the pallet of furs.
“I um . . . my parents are a pain in the ass, but I can’t imagine them dying.” Pain flickered in her eyes.
Hunter chuckled. “That, my dear, was the natural order of things. It’s completely unnatural in this day and age for a parent to bury a child.”
“I know but still . . . I can’t imagine what it will be like.” Melancholy set into her mood at the thought.
“But if I turned you, you would be dead to them, it could be dangerous for you to be around them.” He pulled his lips into a thin line.
“I wouldn’t be able to see my parents?” she questioned.
“No, unless you had an amazing amount of control.”
She sighed, picking at a loose thread on the pillow case. “But we have time, at least twenty years.”
“Yes, we have as much time as you would like.” The relief showed in Hunter’s expression. He never wanted a progeny, never wanted to put anyone through what he went through when he was first turned. It’s why he chose not to turn Runa, a decision he had regretted many times throughout his life without her. The thoughts of his research wafted through his mind, but he didn’t bring it up. He didn’t want her to have false hope.
“So why worry about all that now? Let’s focus on all the good things ahead of us. Like getting to know each other. Our quirks, and please God tell me you’re not a loud chewer.” She sat up on the bed, “I seriously can’t even be friends with someone that . . .” She trailed off, shrinking back. “Well, good to know that won’t be a problem.”
He rolled onto her quickly with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “I can promise you’ll never have to hear me chew, but I can’t promise I won’t be loud while I’m eating that delicious pussy.” He lowered himself down between her legs, spreading her knees apart with care.
She laid still as he nibbled the soft skin on her thigh, her back arched in anticipation.
With his hands he parted her folds and circled his tongue around her opening.
“Hu–” was all she could manage through her strangled breaths of ecstasy.
Hunter glanced up and growled, “Hold on, baby, I’m just getting started.”
Rook’s eyes squeezed shut, and she held on for dear life.
Hunter’s tongue explored the soft flesh, flicking his tongue up to her hard bundle of nerves. He put his hand on her belly to still her squirming while he drank down her essence. “Mm, you are fucking exquisite.”
He slid his finger in her opening, stroking upward inside her.
Rook’s moans grew louder as she writhed under his careful control. “Don’t . . . stop . . .”
“I have no intention of stopping, ever.” He continued to work his fingers inside her.
He licked a finger on his free hand and rubbed it over her asshole, not penetrating, only teasing with varied amounts of pressure.
Rook’s pussy dripped with approval as her climax sent the sweetest of fire from the tip of her fingers to her core. Her eyes opened wide and she bucked against him, unable to control her own movements.
Hunter’s tongue lapped over her clit, letting up slightly feeling her walls contract and twitch around his fingers. He was going to bring her orgasm to as fine a point as possible. He hummed into her core, as she swelled against his mouth.
Rook let out a primal cry, paying homage to Hunter’s incredible skill. She panted and tried to sit up but gave up by collapsing back on the bed. “Holy . . . what the . . . shit.” She gasped in disbelief.
Hunter crawled up to her, wiping the moisture off his chin. “Orgasms are truly a gift from the gods.”
Rook’s heart pounded hard against her chest and she was unable to completely still her own breath. “I like your gods.” Her head rolled toward him. “I want to know more about them, but I’m going to need a minute.”
Hunter grinned satisfied, stroking his huge cock, ready to ravage her body more. “You’ve got a minute.”
Rook reached down, wrapping her delicate hand around his girth to take over for him while he leaned back, enjoying the sensation of her touch.
She straddled him with her wet opening just above him, teasing the head. She flinched each time it passed over her clit.
With intense control she lowered down onto him, only the tip pressing inside her. Heat spiraled through her, still feeling a mix of pain and pleasure of being stretched open. She released a ragged breath and lowered further.
“Go slow, baby, you’ve got a tight little pussy,” he said, dragging his fingers down the curve of her waist.
She relaxed down, taking all of him in grinding against him. Rook rocked faster on him, losing herself in the movements, her hair wild when she threw her head back in pleasure.
“Easy,” he warned but she didn’t heed, she began to grind harder pinning him with an intense stare, daring him to come.
“I want your cum inside me,” she growled.
Rook’s pussy clenched and stroked his steely length, owning every inch of him. Hunter’s fingers dug into her waist, moving her harder on him. “I want you to come with me.”
With uneven gasps she nodded, never slowing. Her own orgasm built in her belly, his cock rubbed against her insides dragging another orgasm through her being.
Hunter sat up pushing inside her as he released a roar that could be heard for miles. He filled her with his cum, feeling her walls twitch around him with her own climax.
Unable to catch her breath, she relaxed down on his shoulder. “You’ll give me this for a lifetime?” she whispered.
He growled low in her ear, “I’ll give you this for eternity.”
Chapter 24
Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long lines over Rook’s curved shape. She rolled over to greet the morning and disappointment ran through her feeling Hunter’s absence.
“Good morning, my love.” Hunter’s deep timber sent a hot flash running through her.
“It is now.” She sat up in the bed and found him sitting in a chair at a small writing desk, “What are you doing?”
“Making the final arrangements,” he said, putting down his pen.
“For what?”
Hunter slid into the bed, hovering over her. “Our trip. I’m taking you to the Faroe Islands.”
Rook’s eyes danced with delight. “Oh my God, I’ve never traveled outside the US before.”
“You’re outside the US now,” he pointed out.
“Canada doesn’t count, it’s like our attic. But this is like, faraway.” She squealed with excitement then stopped. “Wait, do I need a passport?”
“That will all be handled, not to worry.” Hunter nibbled her ear. “The plane leaves in an hour.”
“I have a passport, I just have to get it.” She shrugged.
“Everything is already taken care of.” He rolled her over and swatted her playfully on the ass. “Get ready to go.”
“Okay.” She cast her eyes upward and popped up out of the bed. “What about customs?”
“In our world, we travel differently.” Hunter was in front of her in flash, he took her face into his hands. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course.” Her knees went weak at his touch.
“Then get ready,” he said. “The car is waiting downstairs.”
“We’re leaving? Like right now?” she asked full of excitement.
“Yes, the jet is fueled and ready to take us far away from here and to my home,” he said gliding his finger under her chin. “It’s a long flight, but I think we’ll find something to do on the way.”
Rook’s expression filled with lust. “Yeah, I think we can.”
* * *
Rook watched out the window taking in all the beauty the Faroe Islands had to offer. They slowed down to take another switchback on the mountain road. Lush green fields of grass stretched for miles, stopping only for the steep cliffs where land met ocean.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Hunter said, full of pride for his homeland.
“It’s breathtaking,” she gasped. “I never thought such a place existed in real life.”
Hunter huffed a laugh. “It is magical.”
“But cold.” She wriggled her shoulders. “Shopping for warmer clothes and this coat was a good move.” She tugged her new coat around her.
Hunter’s eyes widened. “It’s not that cold.”
“Viking spring is a wee bit chilly for this girl.” She spotted something on the hillside. “What the hell is that?”
Hunter glanced over. “A cow.” He pulled his lips to the side. “Didn’t you grow up on a farm?”
“Yeah, but our cattle didn’t have long luscious locks of hair . . . even the cows here have winter coats.” She laughed.
“Nature adapts.” Hunter shrugged.
They took another turn and Rook spied a farm house with a tu
rf roof. “It’s crazy how you have grass on the roofs here.” She thought for a moment. “Who mows that?”
Hunter was enraptured by her young, curious nature. “I have a maintenance crew, but it doesn’t actually need mowed, it’s a low growing grass.”
“But . . .”
“In the summer, wild flowers grow up there.” He pulled into the drive under an overhang, turning to her with a grin. “Welcome home.”
She gasped, taking in everything then stepped out of the car. “This is . . . beautiful.”
Hunter watched as Rook walked down to the cliff’s edge. Her dark curly locks blew wildly in the wind as she looked out over the fjord.
She pulled her coat tight around her body. “I didn’t think places like this existed anymore.”
“That’s one of the reasons I love it here.” Hunter looped his arms around her from behind, “Secluded, it’s as though the rest of the world didn’t exist.”
“I can see that.”
He pressed his lips against her neck. “You’re shivering, let’s go inside.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not done.”
He pulled her closer, wishing he could warm her. “Take all the time you need.”
Rook drew a long thoughtful breath deep into her lungs. “Everything is so . . . clean.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
She turned around in his arms. “I do.”
“Are you ready?”
She shivered. “Yes.”
Walking toward the car, she said, “Can you please pop the trunk?”
Hunter clicked the button. “Boot.”
She squealed with excitement, “I know, I can’t wait to put them on.” She pulled out the bag containing her new boots.
Amusement flashed in Hunter’s gaze. “The trunk,” he pointed, “It’s called a boot.”
She giggled, “I’m going to have to get up on the lingo.”
“Doesn’t matter.” He took the shopping bags from her arms. “I’ll come back and get the rest while you get settled in. I’ve called ahead and there’s food in the kitchen. Although, I would really love to know what your favorites are, so that I can keep them stocked.”
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