Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles

by Audra Hart

  “What’s wrong with that?” Luca asks.

  “He’s a seven year old boy with cerebral palsy and a seizure disorder,” she whispers.

  “Ah, are you going to be okay with that?” Luca asks with genuine concern.

  “I better be, it’s my job. But I am nervous. I quit to avoid this sort of thing. But you talked me out of being a coward, convinced me I still had something to contribute.” Luca almost looks apologetic at her words. “Sorry, that sounded like I am blaming you or something. It’s just going to be hard, that’s all.”

  She’s silent for a few moments, then says, “Luca, what if I get nervous and start using magic? I might be dangerous if I become that agitated,” she muses out loud.

  “Probably not,” he reassures her. Then he offers, “But I could attend your meeting, behind a hiding spell if you want. You know, hover over your shoulder just for moral support. Maybe nudge you if I see any sign of magic.”

  “That might work.” she says thoughtfully. “Yes. Actually, I think it’s a great idea. Are you free, Friday at Noon?” she asks.

  “Yes, I have appointments at 10:00 am and 6:00 pm. The rest of my day is clear, but even if it wasn‘t I would be there for you, my love.” he assures her.

  “I know that darling, thank you. I wouldn’t feel right bailing on Sharon after she took me back on as a consultant.”

  He hugs her close, kisses the tip of nose and says, “No problem my love. You know I am here for you. By the way, just curious, what does IEP mean?”

  “Individualized Education Plan, we have to write one for all children who need specialized education services. This little guy has a ton of health issues and has been home with Mom taking care of him for his entire life. Children like him usually enter the public school system around the age of three, but this Mom apparently opted to homeschool. A family friend finally persuaded her that public education might be good for him and would give her a much needed break during the day. Being the sole, full-time caregiver can really wear a body down, I know from experience. I am glad she’s willing to give the district a try.”

  “I see,” he says. “Other than the obvious, why are you so nervous?”

  “Well, there’s the obvious; he will probably remind me a lot of Aiden. Clearly, I am dreading that. But mostly I am thinking Sharon will want to hire me back full time, for the classroom. We don’t have another certified teacher in the district for severe/moderate classrooms, except the secondary teacher, Rebecca Barnes.” She’s quiet for a few seconds, then says, “Well, I’ll cross that bridge when and if I come to it.”

  They talk about going to The Shack to check on Mad Mike, who is undergoing chemo for advanced prostate cancer. He is scheduled for a treatment tomorrow and Morna will have to meet the delivery truck. She also wants to go check on the girls, especially the newest one, Mac.

  She’s a street kid with autism who showed up recently at the halfway house with a brief note giving her name and age, and warning them that she doesn’t like to be touched. They quickly realize that she has autism and begin seeking services she needs. Morna is in the process of trying to find her a language therapist, a counselor and a job coach. But finding qualified people to provide these services in rural Oklahoma is tough.

  Morna smiles at Luca and says, “She’s more verbal than Natalie was.”

  Luca looks very sad when he takes Morna into his arms. “I am glad she can communicate more that you could when you lived as Natalie. I am glad she has you. You have a perspective not many can bring to the situation.”

  Morna decides to lighten the suddenly very heavy mood and wraps her arms around her man. She kisses him lingeringly as she moves her hands down his back to grab his hard, perfectly formed ass and give it a good squeeze. “Guess I better get dressed so we can go.” She swats his butt as she walks around him, wagging her eyebrows at him before she darts down the hall, giggling like a girl, to go get dressed.

  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

  He snatches her up to lie her on the bed, where he hovers over her before she can blink. “Show off!” she giggles as he starts kissing her. “I thought we were going to go out,” she laughs as she brings her hands up and winds her fingers into his hair.

  “Blame it on the adorable underwear,” he winks as he trails kisses down her throat. “Those, and you playing fast and loose with my butt a second ago. Beware woman, there are consequences when you tempt the beast!” Morna laughs happily as he strokes her face and then puts his hand in her hair and draws her to him to kiss her again. He moves his mouth to her shoulders and groans, “Morna I want you so badly. I have missed you more than I can tell you.”

  “I like this type of consequences,” she purrs as she winds her fingers in his hair. “I like them a lot.”

  Her blood is already heating up before his icy lips get to her bra. She’s wrapped her legs around his hips by the time he has locked her left nipple between his lips, as his right hand moves down her side onto her hips. He slowly moves his hand down and kneads her ample butt, pushing her center into his thigh. He smiles when she moans loudly and he moves his mouth back up her throat and then is kissing her mouth again. “I want to kiss and taste every inch of you, baby.”

  “Well do it!” Morna encourages with a bawdy giggle.

  Her giggles stops abruptly when he slides his right hand down inside the front of her panties. He turns his palm over her pubic mound and rubs the button of her clitoris with the ball of his hand, quickly inserting two fingers inside of her ready flesh, growling; “Damn, baby you are already wet!” She moans loudly and moves her hands to his shoulders to pull him closer. “How about I make you scream my name when you come for me, baby?”

  “Mmmm, that always sounds like a good idea,” as she brings her hips up again to meet his thrusting hand.

  He smoothly scoots downward, trailing kisses along her responsive, supple body as he goes. His right hand maintains the slow and steady thrusts into her body. Her hips meet his hand thrust for thrust. His left hand pulls the fabric of her panties aside and he uses his hard, cold lips to manipulate her clitoris. She moans a loud, “Yes! Luca!” as she contracts around his fingers. He moves his fingers a few times in deep, circular motions as she rides out her orgasm on his fingers. When he feels the flood of hot wetness on his fingers he withdraws them quickly and laps her labia with his tongue. She thrusts into him as quivers because he is licking and sucking her over sensitized flesh, as the tingle from his venom spreads. “Luca, yes, yes.”

  He pulls away suddenly, leaving her bereft. He’s kneeling beside the bed with his right hand pressed against her labia to cool the burn from his tongue. He’s breathing very hard, struggling mightily for control. He uses his left hand to drag her hips to the edge of the bed. He rests his cheek against the damp crotch of her panties and moans loudly, “Morna, oh God, Morna!”

  He rises up onto his knees, encircles her waist with both of his hands, and buries his face into her softly rounded belly. She feels his body move as though he is being racked with sobs. She reaches down and brushes his hair back from his face with right hand and places her left hand on his right shoulder, and holds him firmly to her body until he becomes still and quiet a long while later.

  After he’s been still a minute or two, she asks, “What’s wrong Luca?” The silence stretches out as the minutes pass, and still he doesn’t move or speak. She just continues to caress his face and wait patiently for him to answer.

  Finally, “Forgive me Morna. I am a true beast. I miss your taste so badly, I shouldn’t… I very nearly nipped you with my teeth. I wasn’t nearly cautious enough, my control is too tenuous,” comes his tortured reply.

  His head snaps up to look at her when she laughs. His eyes are disbelieving and angry. She sits up, forcing him to raise up before her as he is still holding her and kneeling beside the bed. She holds her hand up to keep him from launching into an angry rebuke for her laughter. “Honey, you say your control is tenuous. I would have snapped an appendage from you if you had b
een anywhere near my mouth when you brought me to climax. Your control is superb! I thrust into your mouth, Baby, and you still didn‘t do anything that might hurt me.”

  When he starts to argue with her, she covers his lips with hers and kisses him soundly. She holds his face between her hands as the kiss lingers. Finally, he does the same. When he breaks off the kiss she can still see the fear in his eyes over what he’s nearly done. She kisses his nose and says, “We both know that you are always protecting me. You worry too much darling.”

  To which he replies, “And you don’t worry nearly enough about such things.”

  “So teach me the iron-lion spell again. That way you can do as you will to my body.” She looks in the eyes and says, “Stop being so damned hard on yourself. We can overcome these small obstacles. We have off and on for nearly six hundred years. I’m still a damned mortal, you haven’t bitten me yet.”

  “Dammit Mo, I hate it when you talk like that. It sounds like you want me to infect you with what I am.”

  “Of course I do. I am tired of being torn away from you. I am tired you having to always hold yourself back….”

  “We are not having this discussion now. You promised me a year to try to figure out how to break the curse,” Luca says crossly as he stands up.

  “Yes, and if we break the curse you will still keep an iron grip on yourself at all times around me.” Luca is putting his clothes back on and his body language is very stiff. Morna sees she’s really making him angry so she relents, “Fine. I will shut up.” She stands and walks over to get her jeans from the back of the chair and Luca comes to her and takes her into his arms and kisses her tenderly.

  Morna fits her body to the contours of his, sniffs delicately and purrs, “Baby, my scent is all over you! You need a shower before we go out.”

  “I like it actually,” he grins her favorite lopsided grin and rasps his hand over his bristly jaw. “But you are right, I might have murder a few lowlifes tonight at The Shack if they get a whiff of this with you by my side.”

  “Mere humans wouldn’t notice that,” she snorts as she trails kisses around his mouth, intrigued by her scent on his face.

  “Like hell they wouldn’t,” he asserts. Sex and food are two things most humans can smell. And I won‘t share,” he growls, not at all playfully.

  Morna chuckles and snuggles into him. His nearness is igniting the fires in her body again. She starts to kiss him passionately and reaches down to unzip his jeans. She quickly frees his long, thick cock and smiles contentedly as she moves back to his shirt, unbuttoning as she moves ever downward, caressing his contours, over his chest, his belly…kneeling before him…

  He groans and picks her up in his arms to carry her into the bathroom. He starts the shower, adjusts the temperature, and turns on the massage jets in the sides of the shower. “Oh cool!” she whispers, “I didn’t notice those before.” He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, then quickly strips her out of her panties, letting them fall to her feet where she steps out of them.

  She reaches out and starts trailing kisses along the hard planes of his chest and abdomen. She reaches for his left hand and undoes the button at his wrist, and plants a kiss on his palm. Then she reaches for his right hand, plants a kiss in that palm as well, darting her tongue out and trailing it upward to the tip of his index finger, then drags her tongue back down his middle finger. When she hears his sharp intake of breath she looks into his eyes and smiles wickedly. She drags her tongue back up his fingers and slowly takes them into her mouth, moaning at the faint hint of her own arousal still on his skin. “Woman, you drive me absolutely wild with wanting you! I love you, my wild wanton.”

  “I know,” she giggles after she slowly removes his fingers from her mouth. He groans loudly and cups her face with his right hand as she unbuttons the sleeve at his wrist. She nips his wrist with her teeth, and smiles wantonly. Then she reaches up to start peeling the shirt from his body.

  He smiles happily and says, “We aren’t leaving the house tonight, are we?”

  She giggles and says, “No, probably not.” He steadies himself against the shower doorframe as she catches the waistband of the jeans and starts to tug downward. He raises his left foot as she slips the material off, and they repeat the process for the right foot. She’s looking up at him as she wads up the jeans and tosses them hard over her left shoulder. They both laugh when they hear the jeans hit something on the vanity and knock it over.

  She’s on her knees before him when she starts moving her hands up the length of his legs and looking up into his eyes. When she reaches his manhood, she takes it into her hands, plants kisses along its length. He moans loudly when she starts to take it into her mouth, but he stops her. “Baby, I am not sure I am ready for that,” he whispers. She groans, but doesn’t resist when he reaches for her.

  He picks her up and holds her to his body as he steps into the shower. The hot water feels glorious on her skin, she turns her face up toward his. He leans in and kisses her long and hard. He rest his forehead against hers, wishing reverently he could really kiss her. She pulls away and finds the body wash and squirts a glob on his chest, and then grins wickedly as she drizzles it across her breasts. He laughs out loud and takes her cue and starts “washing” her breasts and shoulders.

  She puts the bottle back on the shelf and reaches out to work up a lather on his chest, she trails it down his abdomen where she seizes his cock with her soapy hands, and slowly slides up and down the hard length a few times. He groans loudly and quickly spins her around and pulls her body next to his and as he continues to caress her breasts and belly. She puts her hand over his and drags it down to the sparse patch of strawberry blond curls between her legs.

  “You are greedy tonight my love, he whispers into ear. He puts his right hand in front of a nearby massage jet to rinse the soap off before complying with her wish, and skillfully stroking her hard clit and then sliding two fingers deep inside of her. “Baby, you are so hot and so wet. Ready for me as always.” He captures both her hands with his left hand and pins them against the shower stall above her head as he enters her from behind, thrusting deeply in one smooth motion.

  She nearly faints with pleasure. He gently teases her clitoris with his fingers as he slowly works in and out from behind. He starts nipping at her ear with his hard lips, and trails kisses and nips down her neck. His pace picks up as the heat rises in his belly. He pushes harder and deeper from behind. She groans loudly with each stroke. She tenses and pushes hard against him as she reaches a climax. He can feel her muscles tense around his shaft, but he keeps pounding forward.

  When she falls limp against the shower stall, he pulls out and turns her around, and props her against the stall. He parts her legs with his knee, grabs her butt with both hands from behind and lifts her up so he can enter her again, this time from the front. She reaches up and clutches at his shoulders with her hands, as she firmly plants her feet against the opposite wall of the shower stall to hold her in place. Luca chuckles and murmurs, “I love those long, strong legs of yours, baby.” He leans down and starts kissing her savagely as his tempo increases and he pounds into her harder and harder.

  She tears her mouth away from his and shouts, “Yes, Luca, Yes!” as she climaxes yet again. He finally releases the hold on himself and joins her in climax, throwing his head back, roaring his pleasure. “Damn Morna!” Then he leans in against her. Kissing her again. They are both breathing raggedly. He pulls her closer to him, encircling her waist with his arms. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist and he holds her there until he realizes they have been standing there so long that the water spraying on them is starting to cool.

  He finally reaches behind him and turns the water off. He opens the shower door and grabs the bath sheet from the rack. He drapes it over her and carries her to the bed. He pulls the covers down and tries to lie her in the bed, but she won’t loosen her grip on him, so he lies down with her. He eases the wet bath
sheet from around her body. She’s asleep in seconds. He whispers, “I love you Morna” in her ear. She replies, her voice thick with sleep, “Love you too.”

  He stays with her until he is sure she is sound asleep then he eases her arms and legs from around his body and slips out of bed. He dresses in the dark and writes a note for her on the pad atop the bedside table. He goes to the kitchen to get her a bottle of water to leave for her by the note. Then he slips silently out into the night, knowing he will enjoy this night’s hunt as he has enjoyed no other.

  Morna awakens at 5:30 am. She’s not too surprised, but a little disappointed that Luca isn’t still in bed with her. It must really stink to lie in bed all night with someone when you can’t ever sleep a wink. She stretches, and looks around the bedroom and chuckles at herself when she remembers her reaction to the photos on the walls. “I was so confused because they looked familiar to me. Which, of course, they are familiar, I took them for him in 1936.” She smiles at the memories of her lives as Audrey and Rosa that the photos evoke.

  She stands and goes over the wood carving of the oak tree… their oak tree. She strains to remember more about, she knows it’s important to them, but she can’t quite recall. “Grrrrrrrr. How long till I get my memories back? Will I get them back? What if my brain injury that has been plaguing me since the crash doesn’t allow me to remember everything?” She’s very anxious at the thought of never remembering everything. But she chastises herself for dwelling on worries that might not come about. And then she decides she had better get a move on.

  She sees the note and water on bedside table. She opens the water first and takes couple of big swigs. Then she picks up the note and reads it. She’s not surprised that he felt the need to go hunting after last night’s activities. She frowns slightly when she remembers what he had said about almost nipping her. She might welcome the bite, but chuckles to herself, probably not so much if the bite were there. Morna shudders violently as she remembers the agony he endured when he was bitten by the ancient vampire all those lifetimes ago.