Bound By Blood (57 page)

             
Realizing that no one else was in the hall, he crept inside, shutting his door and taking a deep breath in the dark calm of his chamber. His eyes opened once he realized he wasn’t alone. That sensation of some
one
else was
r
ushing over him. He looked around and to his surprise
, even
shock, Samanthŕa
lay
by the fire,
sleeping
.
He knew she had to be exhausted. She hadn’t slept much since he returned. Her world was turned completely upside down and her new hunger tormented her. It took a lot of energy to burn through the moods and emotions that she was suffering. The energy she needed
had
not
been
received. It must be pure anguish for her.
She had never experienced anything like
the loss of her brother
and if Daŕ
ēus had not failed her, she would not ha
ve experienced it now. That’s how he felt, that he had failed her. How could he feel otherwise?

             
The room was dim as the fire was its only
source
of light. He
locked
the door quietly and sat in a chair before her. He watched her body peacefully rise and fall with every sweet breath she took. He watched the soft golden glow of the fire shimmer across her
smooth
skin. Her hair fell behind her across the many pillows she snuggled against. It spilled like silk to the stone floor.

             
He wasn’t sure how long he sat there watching her dream but he knew it was long enough for a crippling hurt to build inside his broken heart. A silent pain spread across his soul for all the centuries he
’d been
cursed to suffer without her. A tear swelled up in his eye but then faded like mist before it escaped.
For she had never known him
as
he knew of her
;
he watched her throughout her life, maturing into what she
was
now, before and even after the curse.

             
She was to be his and was a
part of his soul. He had trusted Dĩas and Chymeŕ
ah to watch over her. He even planned on being in her life, every night for all nights to come. She would grow to know who he was and what he was to her. She would grow to know what she meant to him, which was everything.

             
But he was robbed of that, betrayed by Dĩas for whatever his pathetic reasons
might be
. He was forced to suffer a curse which was forbidden to be used
,
by the old w
ays and laws of his people.

             
The Sleep of the Damned
, he growled inside his mind. Forced to sleep but not know the comfort of peace or rest, wrapped in chains that continuously robbed him of power. Trapped between day and night, i
mprisoned to the
realm
of Gray, all those years suffering imperishable hunger. All those years being nothing more than a ghost in her mind, until the time came that she unknowingly released him. Thanks to the
Goddess that
Chymeŕah discovered Dĩas’ potions and herbs
,
as well as his
sense
less reasons. She also
utiliz
ed the small period of time Samanthŕa stopped taking them right before Beal-Tene. The pow
er her mother invoked
fanned
the
flame of Samanthŕa’s inner desire to awaken, and
combining with
the power that Beal-Tene brought,
stimulat
ing rebirth, here he was.

             
“It is almost time, Beloved,
almost time
.” He repeated the words he
’d
used as he
haunted her dreams. “
No
force on this earth can prevent me from finding you.
We
will be one again. Watch for the signs. Fear not the unknown. A storm is co
ming. It is time.” He whispered
just as he did that night,
“
Awaken.”

             
And just like that night, h
er eyes opened
,
as if his energy awoke her
,
just as it
ha
d many times before
.
In h
er beautifully divine
eyes,
the
soft silver
-blue
light focused.
She yawned, stretched, possibly realizing where she was.

             
Would she attack him? He wondered as she wiped the sleepiness from the eyes he had been admiring.

             
Would she go willingly into
t
his night or force herself madly into her destruction
?

             
He had asked himself that same question every night since his return. He wondered, would she ever give into her natural instincts or would she still claim it was his blood and its raw power over her. Would she accept the truth even if she herself did not realize it?

             
Let it be willingly
,
for his night did suffer
so
without the light of her,
he prayed to the Goddess.

             
Samanthŕa
surprised him.
Instead of a swing or venomous curse, s
he leaned forward
, the furs falling, revealing the naked truth of her, as she
took his large hand
with both of hers
. A slight nervousness trembled
in
her tiny palms. She pulled him gently
down
beside her
,
even though
next to
her he looked like the universe itself, so large and powerful.
S
he let go of his hand. She waved
her own
across
his eyes without touching him. She was removing
the
veil from his face, removing any illusion if there was one.
This was a gesture lost to the old ways, and yet somehow she was doing it. It meant, or so her open mind spoke clearly to him, that i
f she was wrong in the decision she was about to make, it would be seen now,
clearly.

             
"There is no veil over me
.
" He whispered, unable to read anything else. Still, h
e held no secrets from her
and wanted it known
. Not in this
realm
or any other.

             
Nodding, s
he leaned forward
,
her actions literally shocking him,
almost touching his lips. She took in a deep breath
,
allowing his mind to enter and merge with hers
again
. All of her walls tumbl
ed
down into crashing heaps of nothingness.
She was inhaling his aura in
to
her
self
.

             
T
ruly catching him off guard,
s
he whispered,
“Awaken me.”

             
That was all she needed to say. It was as though she burst open the dam holding back the oceans and released them freely to flood his world. With
the
blessing of those
two
words,
he rose to greet her, pulling her in
to
his arms
-- a
rms that were large and powerful enough to crush her
,
yet she
'd kno
w nothing
of that, only
a giant
gentleness
.

             
His need for her exploded within him
as his clothes
were
by a silent wave of power caused to evaporate, disappear.
He took her mouth with his. Her eyes sparkled with twilight.
Her body began to melt into his.

             
His lips traced the sleek curves of her breasts down to the smoothness of her
bell
y. His tongue followed
, led
by instinct to her secret place. There he found the most succulent ambrosia he ever
imagined
tasting.
His method sent pulses throughout her body. He sent all thoughts and fears away from her. Her mind simply faded against the soft waves of his
bestowed
ecstasy. Every touch of his burned
,
and ignited her senses. Every touch, though new, somehow felt so familiar.

             
His d
riv
ing hunger screamed for him to relight the flame
in
their hearts. He pulled her up and against him, driving his virility deep inside her. The pulsating charge of it enflamed her mind and engulfed her.
Through her, he felt this.

             
And with that, t
he force of
t
his massive steed brought forth the
quickening
.
The colors and lights from within their bodies soared throughout the room. The friction of their magic, souls, and powers were alive
,
intertwined and invoking
the spirit of their souls
as
one.
             

             
It was their love taking shape and form
, t
he power of their passions
,
untamed,
and unleashed. It was the driving force screaming
and
springing to life
with her
A
wakening. She felt
, he felt,
her beast inside open its eyes and yawn at the miracle of life
, coming more alive w
ith each caress, every sensation, every bite, kiss or taste of her.

             
The more she felt, the more
he
felt
too,
as their energy and emotions, the sensations of their bodies, passed from one to the other. This was the bewitching of twin souls. This was the pleasure of their kind
,
for the male could not experience euphoria unless it was first channeled through his mate.

             
His large hands moved easily over her body, remembering every curve and soft tender place. She took deep breaths as he moved in and out of her, as if the
sandalwood
scent of him was as precious as air.

             
The colors, still swirling, removed the
physical
reality of the room itself. The walls faded as they both reached the peak of their love, changing into the
true
universe around them. Friction came from their bodies rubbing up against one another. Energy
,
from the quickening sensations she sent through him and him through her, caused lightning to strike, stars to fall and
to
be born.

             
He caught her face in his hands and focused her glazed eyes
on
his, asking now to be clear
and certain
.

             
“Are you ready?
Is this what
you
want?
” He felt himself ready to explode. He could not withdraw now even if she said no
,
but a part of him needed to be sure. The hunger was overpowering him and the thought of turning back, unimaginable. He had his memories
,
but she was on unfamiliar ground. Or was she at this point?

             
She nodded,
his thrusts melting into her. “Yes
,
”
s
he said
,
with want and desire in her voice. “Make me one with
you
.”

             
It was all she needed to say. Until then he had been holding back
so
as to not suffocate her with his inconceivable power. He pulled her even closer so that her neck was
graz
ing his lips and whispered into her ear. She felt the power explode from his voice and imprison her entire body. Her breath was lost again but she welcomed
this
!