by M. K. Moore
"Right, I remember."
"You can't be serious," Frankie asks. He sounds pained, but I can't deal with that now. I feel stronger than I ever have before. I am beginning to think that my plan, ill planned as it is, will work.
"Show yourself, Sorena," I ask and the air changes. It's now cloyingly thick smelling of sulphur and burnt skin. It's awful. I almost vomit but manage to control the waves of nausea being caused by the revolting smell. When the air clears of smoke the scent lingers. Standing over Demina's lifeless body, is a hideous creature. I think it used to be a woman. In my mind, I can see a pretty girl with a bonnet on her head, but that is not what I am seeing now. She’s short, wrinkled, and pale. Her grey hair is scraggly and matted. She doesn't have working legs, instead she drags them as she scrambles up the rock table to sit on my chest. She's not wearing clothes, but neither is she "naked" per se. With no discernible features, it's hard to tell what she is really. The rotten egg smell makes me think of Hell. I reach out to touch her skin. It's hot but surprisingly soft. Her eyes connect with mine and they are human eyes for sure.
"Sorena, who did this to you?" I ask. I can't believe I am sympathetic toward her, but something's not right here.
"What do you mean?"
"There's a young woman inside you. I see her. I feel her. Tell me so that I can help you," I plead with her.
"You can't help me. No one can."
"Sorena. Who did this?" I ask more forcefully this time. She closes her cerulean blue eyes. Tears are streaming down her face.
"My father."
"When?"
"1694."
"After the witch trials? Why?"
"Yes. I refused to marry for anything other than love. He wanted me to marry an old man he owed money to. I couldn't do it. He was a powerful warlock who remained undetected during the mass hysteria. He cursed me to live forever as a beast of sorts until I found my precious love. I scoured for the perfect host so that I could find it, but I was rejected from every vessel. I think I've gone crazy, Polly. I don't know what to do." I can hear Frankie talking to Demina who appears to be just fine.
"Three hundred and twenty-five years is a long time to be looking for love."
"At first, I thought it was you, but it's not. Your old blood was closer to my love."
"My old blood?"
"Yes. Before he saved you, it was different. Not exact but so close. I went crazy." In my mind, I see it clearly now. My brother, Braum, is her love. Their love radiates in my heart. He is the answer she's been waiting for. It's been well over five minutes. Her skin is starting to get a rosy hue to it.
"I know what you're looking for. Who you're looking for, but the perfect vessel isn't the answer."
"I know. I've known for some time but how will he fall in love with me when I look like this?"
"Oh, Sorena," I say putting my hand on her cheek. "Looks aren't everything. It's what's in your heart that counts."
"I don't have a heart. Not anymore. I lost it the day this happened to me. I am dead inside and he knows it.” She nods sadly and climbs off of me then helps me off the slab.
“He who?” I ask confused.
“My love. That is why he’s avoided me.”
“I don’t think he avoided you, Sorena. I don’t think he was born yet. I think this happened to you for that specific reason and that is why no other man would do for you,” I say emphatically. She is holding on to me as we walk. She seems to be getting stronger with each step we take.
“Thank you for trying to cheer me up, but it’s too late. This is me now. I am sorry I stabbed you though."
"Don't worry about it. It's in the past. The future is all that matters. Come with us. Let us help you."
"You," she begins but I cut her off.
"Can't help you. I know. But let me try." Her long legs are working again but I don't think she's really noticing. Demina is asleep in Frankie's arms and damn if my uterus didn't just skip a beat.
"Sorena?" Frankie asks as we walk back to his house. It is raining hard outside the bubble of the rock, but I barely notice it.
"Yes?"
"What is the Guardian of the Past?
"Oh, that. I guard all the secrets that have fueled this country since 1694. And believe me when I tell you that there are some doozies.
“I’ll take your word for it,” he says chuckling.
“Good, because I can’t tell you anything. I don’t know what will happen if I do,” she says laughing for the first time. It’s a sweet tinkling sound and I want her to do more of it. As more and more time passes, she is starting to look like a girl again instead of the hideous monster she believes herself to be. I can feel it in my bones that she is going to be okay very, very soon.
I wonder how quickly I can get my brother to Salem from Danbury?
Chapter 6
Frankie
The next few weeks flies by. Sorena took care of the legal matters against Demina with a little charm she conjured up. No one has any memory of what happened except us and that's a good thing. I was not looking forward to explaining the field transfusion nor my subsequent fraternization with a patient to the medical board. Sorena has been staying with us and she’s blossomed in that time. She looks completely healthy now, which is good. I was so angry with Polly for putting our son and herself in such danger, but she assured me she knew she was going to be okay. She told me a little bit about her brother and how he is Sorena’s love. Unfortunately, he is not due back in the states until just before Christmas, so Sorena is still lamenting her life. Braum is a Foreign Service Officer.
He protects diplomats and such abroad. From what I understand, it sounds like an interesting job. Once things got pretty much settled, I proposed. The longer it goes on and she's not my wife drives me crazy, but she wants a big wedding with her brother in attendance. I'll never forget our Christmas Eve anniversary, that's for sure, once it happens that is.
Since she was stabbed and I had to give her my blood, her new found strength has been making itself known. It started off slow. At first, she accidentally broke the door off of the refrigerator. Then she bent her car door. After that she was much more selective in the things she touches. She's even being weird about me… and we can't have that. I've been waiting my whole life for this woman and nothing can keep me from her, not even her. Currently, she is curled into a tight ball on her side of the bed and she hasn't moved from that spot in a while.
"Polly, you have to stop this. You can't hurt me," I say mirroring her words back to her.
"What if I do?" she asks quietly.
"Then you hurt me. I'll never stop loving you, no matter what you do to me."
"Promise?"
"I promise," I reply. Easiest promise I've ever made. She has my heart and that will never change. "It's been days since you let me do more than kiss you. I miss you, baby." She sits up and holds her hand out to me. The robe she has on is open and she is on full display for me. Her nipples are already hard, and her thick thighs are wet with pussy juice.
"I'm sorry. Of course, I've missed you too. Come to bed, make me yours." I strip out of my basketball shorts and climb onto the bed. I take her in my arms kissing her with an intensity that surprises us both. Pulling her robe off of her, I lean her back on the pillows and kiss her neck, moving to her nipples. I take each in my mouth one at a time. She moans, which his me kissing down her belly to her delicious cunt. I lick, suck, and tongue her until she comes into my mouth. She tastes like she's mine and that's hotter than anything.
With minimal effort, I have on her flat on her back, thighs spread wide. Gripping my hard cock, I tease her folds and tap it on her clit before sliding into her slowly.
"Frankie," she moans. "I fucking love you."
"I love you too," I growl as I pound in and out of her tight, wet, slit.
Her muscles are squeezing the fuck out of my cock and it's amazing. I thought it was perfect before, but this is something else entirely. It's like everything is extremely intensified and it'
s almost too much. When I come, Polly screams another orgasm.
After, she's laying in my arms, but I can hear her sniffling. I can handle a lot of things, but crying women make me feel helpless. Working in the hospital, I feel that a lot and I fucking hate it.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing."
"Bullshit. Tell me."
"It's stupid," she says full blown crying now.
"If you are crying over it, it's something. How can I fix it if you don't tell me the problem?"
"What if I get as big as you did? What if you don't love me anymore because I'm a fucking giant."
"You're right. That is stupid," I deadpan.
"W-what?" she asks hiccupping.
"Polly, what you don't seem to understand and this love between us transcends all of that shit. I wouldn't care if you were seventy feet tall and seven thousand pounds. I love you for you. I am drawn to you by the universe, but I am keeping you because I need you. Your looks, though I think you are beyond beautiful, have absolutely nothing to do with it. I dreamt of you before I met you. In the dream I couldn't save you and I woke up grieving. It's you, Pollyanna. It's always going to be you."
Her tears have stopped and she's kissing me all over my face.
"You are the most amazing man I have ever met, Frankie. I don't deserve you," she says resuming her kisses.
"You deserve everything. It's I who don't deserve someone so pure. So kind, generous, caring."
"Okay, how about we not deserve each other, together," she says giggling.
"Sounds perfect," I say moving over her again.
As I slide into her welcome heat again, I realize what a lucky fucking man I am. Suddenly, I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason and everything that's happened in the last ten years brought me to her and how can be mad about that? She is the reason I exist and that's pretty fucking magical.
Christmas can't come soon enough, to be honest. I am more than ready to be her husband. Knowing that we are well on our way to building our family makes me the happiest fucking man in the world.
Epilogue
Polly
Seven Months Later
"Camping? We're going camping. Like outside?" I ask incredulously. I hate outdoor activities. I'm definitely more of an indoor girl.
"Well, no. Not exactly," Frankie says laughing. "I rented a luxurious cabin. Isla and Harper are going to be there too."
"Fine. I'll go. When are we leaving?"
"Now. We are all set. You just need some clothes and your belly pillow," he says.
Oh, right. My belly pillow. I am still super-duper pregnant with our son whom we've decided to name Frederick. This should be so fun.
"It will be fun, I promise," Frankie says reading my thoughts.
"We'll see," I giggle and get to work gathering a couple of days’ worth of clothes for us while he gets the only pillow I can sleep with.
When we are ready, we get in his truck, and make the forty-five-minute drive out to the cabin. When we park, I’m floored.
“This is where we are staying,” I ask shocked.
“Yep.”
“It’s glamping, not camping. Now this I can get behind.”
We get settled in and head out to the blazing bonfire. I am exhausted. This pregnancy is kicking my ass, but I can’t wait to hold Freddy. I am going to be a mom soon and I haven’t been preparing for it. I have read all the books, but I don’t think the baby books are going to teach me the things I really need to know.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks me as I build my s’more.
“Freddy. I want him to get here already.”
“He’ll be here soon,” he says placing his hand on my belly. At that moment, Freddy chooses to kick up a storm.
“I know, but it’s not soon enough,” I pout.
“It’ll be here before you know it. I promise. You won’t even remember this time.”
“Have you been talking to your mom again?” I ask laughing.
“And yours.”
“I see that they have been offering you some advice.”
“They did.”
“This is so yummy.”
I eat my delicious treat, but then I can’t stop yawning.
“Let’s get you to bed, baby.”
“No one else is coming inside.”
“They will soon. I promise.”
“Fine,” I say gratefully.
He helps me up out of my chair and after saying goodnight, he leads me hand in hand into the cabin. I take a quick shower and crawl into bed.
“Do you want some water or something?” he asks with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Nope. Ya know, I am not that tired,” I say rubbing circles on my thigh.
“You really are.”
“No, I promise,” I say spreading my thighs wide for him.
“Oh, I see, Polly.”
“Do you husband?”
“I do. Fuck, you are gorgeous.”
“Uh-huh. Thanks. Whatever you say. Drop that towel and show me that monster cock,” I say. He does as I ask. “Damn. I love how big you are all over.”
“That’s because you’re mine.”
“That is true,” I say he helps me onto my knees. He slides into me from behind and gives me what I need.
Being Frankie’s bride has been everything I ever wanted and more. I can’t wait for the rest of lives. We don’t know what it will hold due nature of our blood and the fact that I can see things, but fuck, it’s going to be an amazing wild ride.
Epilogue
Frankie
Twelve Years Later
During my shift tonight, I have dealt with all kinds of crap. A full moon Halloween in the Emergency Room is not for the faint of heart. I think I’ve seen about a hundred people since three o’clock and it doesn’t look like it's going to slow down anytime soon. Finally, around 11:30 there’s a little lull and I head for my office for a much-needed break. When I get there, I find my wife sitting at my desk, in my chair wearing nothing but my extra lab coat and black heels.
“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I missed you. Besides, it’s the anniversary of the day we met.”
“That it is. That it is,” I say shutting the door and locking it behind me.
“So, I thought I’d surprise you. Are you surprised?”
“Very much so.” I pull my coat off and then my tie.
“Oh, no. Let me help you,” she says standing. She is swimming in my coat, but she’s left it open. Her perky tits are on full display as is the tiny triangle of her pussy. She had nothing to worry about all those years ago. While she got stronger, her size stayed relatively the same. To her own delight, after each of our four boys were born, her body bounced back almost instantly. Our youngest is five and in kindergarten. I kiss her while she opens the buttons on my shirt then she moves to my belt. Pulling my cock out, she strokes it and just as quickly she stops, removing the coat. Then she bends herself over my desk.
Ass in the air, I move behind her and run my hands over them. She moans at my touch. I let my pants hit the floor. Lining my cock up with her opening, I slide into her.
“You have to be quiet,” I remind her. She turns her head slightly and grins at me.
“What will happen if I’m not,” she asks mischievously.
“You want to play it like that, wife?”
“I really do,” she says squeezing her pussy around my cock.
She’s not quiet at all. I have to clamp my palm over her mouth, while I fuck into her. The desk slams into the wall repeatedly. So much for being quiet. I fill her pussy again and again.
“I am going to breed you again, Polly,” I growl.
“I know. I already saw it,” she says giggling as I pull out of.
“I love you,” I chuckle.
“I love you too,” she says kissing me. She pulls her dress back on, the stops
and turns. She clutches her belly. “It’s finally a
girl,” she says running into my arms.
“Hell yeah,” I say before kissing her.
Have I mentioned that I love my life?
I don't give much thought to the magic in my blood anymore, but I have never been more grateful then I am now for that stupid football game because it made it possible to save Polly who saved me right back.
Acknowledgments
I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.
Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.
Karlee, thank you for being a friend. #GoldenGirls reference. But seriously, thank you!!!! Love you .6 times!!!
Elisa, thank you for just being you!
JENNY!!! You are the best damn alpha reader a girl could have!
To my arc team, no matter how many arcs I send in a short amount of time you guys pull through! Thank you so much for hanging out with me!
To all of the readers, you guys are the ones that make this possible! Thank you for reading me and taking the time to review. You don’t know how much seeing your words of encouragement help me when I am struggling!
Love Always,
MK
Other books by MK Moore
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425 Madison Series Multi-Author Series
-Let Me Love You (Book # 2)
The Ice Cream Shop Multi-Author Series
-Love & Candy Canes (Book # 29)
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Love In Norlyn
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