Crescent Bound (22 page)

I move with him, looking at his eyes, but it isn’t Marc.  Moving away I keep heading towards the fireplace. The one I thought was Marc is in an intimate embrace with his mate.  I realize this is going to be a little harder than I originally thought.

I move around the couples dancing and think,
No one has left yet, and it’s still really crowded in here
.  I bump into a couple
, but they are too busy with one another to
even
care.  In this lighting all the guys look the same.  Someone else gently grabs me and turns me to him, but when he realizes I am not her, he walks on.  I feel like I am the only one on the dance floor and not dancing with someone.
So,
I move closer to the outside of the main floor.  I again feel someone wrap his strong arms around my waist from behind.  He pulls me closer to him.

Finally
,
he’s found me
and turn around slowly toward
him as we start moving to the captivating music, his mask looks just like Marc’s.  Before I can get a good look he brushes
the
strands of my hair back and leans down seductively kissing my neck, then it hits me, I know that cologne...Varv
atos.  He continues
,
kissing a trail along
my neck.

“David?”  I whisper, but he doesn’t answer, his hands glide over my body possessively.  I feel his fingers caressing up and down my bare back.

“David,” I whisper a
gain a little harsher this time,
“
w
hat are you doing?”  He raises his head
up
to me, trying his best to touch my lips with his own.  I can feel myself move clumsily backwards.

Aggravated with his advances I put my hands on his chest
.
“Stop
!
”  He looks up and I see his eyes heated with dominance. When we were dating we attended the Imbolc together, but now he has no place here with me.  It is different between us and he knows it.  I look back into his hazel burning eyes and I know now, without any doubt of David’s intent
.

I s
uddenly
see Marc coming up behind David
.
The intense look in
Marc’s
eyes a
nd the way he moves says it all, h
e would slay a thousand warriors to get to me.

David turns following my gaze and the
n glares at me with agg
ravation.
“You brought
him
here, Alyssa?”  I do
n’t
say a word
to him, struggling to move away.  David clamping his arms around me tighter in a vice-like hold.

Marc walks right up to him
.
“Let her go!”

David g
ives Marc an antagonizing look
.
“You
don’t belong here, buddy.” 

Marc’s demeanor never
changes as he demands
again, “Let her go!”  I know that if I don’t shift soon someone is going to get hurt.  I shift to Marc and that’s when David throws a punch at
him.  Marc instantaneously
catches David’s fist in his hand, taking his other hand and shoves David back into a roman column.  David hits the column so hard it seems to shake the entire foundation.

David immediately shifts several feet away.  I think my mouth hit the stone floor because I have never seen Marc move so fast.  The way he just moved was like, one of us.  David tries to control his fire by shaking the smoldering sparks off his hands that were moments ago heated flames trailing down his arms.

Both guys just stand there waiting to see wh
at the other will do.  Agonizing
minutes pass in their stand off as they stare each other down.  Finally, David glances over at me with an incredulous smirk across his face and shifts away, leaving nothing but a black smoldering mist, which from past experience tells me that he is pissed.

Marc looks over at me.
“Are you ok
ay
?”

Smiling
and wanting to alleviate the moment
, I tell him, “We really need to hook up Kelly and David sometime.”

He gives a half-hearted
laugh and sarcastically retorts
back,
“Maybe we could all go on a double date.”

Rising
up
to meet his lips, I kiss
him
and
I
intertwine my arm in his and announce
,
“Let’s get out of here.”

Chapter 14

While Marc drives us to his house I watch him jerk his tie off.  He still seems a bit restless.  Hoping maybe it is just the adrenaline still pumping through him.  I am really impressed with how easily Marcus handled David, really.  I decide I better check on Megan so I send her a quick text.

“r u doing ok?” 

All I get back is
“I’m doing...great!”
She is definitely celebrating the Imbolc in her usual good form and too busy to chat.

Back at Marc’s, I stroll around his room a bit looking at the array of sports recognitions and awards, as he runs downstairs to get us something to eat and drink.  I try and relax sitting on his bed, I cross my legs and then uncross them not sure what to do with myself.

He enters the room with a tray of fresh fruits like peaches, strawberries, and grapes.  “How did you know I love strawberries?”

His innocent grin evolves into a mischievous quirk
at the corner of his mouth.
“I didn’t till now.
”
He takes his
persistent
time
reclining my body
back on the bed
,
as he dangles a sweet, succulent strawberry over me
, teasing me
.  Each time I get close to biting it he takes it away causing me to laugh at his antics.  Two more tries and I change my tactics.  I use only my tongue to touch the fruit.  Suddenly he decides he wants me eating the fruit.  Leaning next to me, he watches with interest as I suck each piece into my mouth adding a sensual moan as I bite into it, more for his benefit than my own.  Marc leans down and starts licking the nectar off my lips.

I’m able to proper
ly relax; the thou
ghts of David
diminish away.
As he sits the tray of fruit to the side, I place
my
cell
and purse on his night
stand and lean over to take off my high heals.  Before I can even begin removing the strap, Marc kneels in front of me and starts taking them off.

“I saw Lisa’s crescent mark on her back tonight; it’s different than yours and mine.”

I ease
back
on his bed.
“All witches have the sacred mark.  On the females it’s on our lower back and on the males it’s on the upper left arm, just like yours.  Lisa and
Dawson
’s crescents are filled in with the color of cr
imson which means they are life
mates. Each witch has a
lifemate
, someone that they are physically, intellectually
,
and magickally destined to be with.  When witches find their lifemate they are bound together.  You see, our kind mates for life, no divorce, no separations, and no annulm
ents.  It’s just the way we are. I
t’s been this way fo
r us since the beginning.”

I nibble on my lower lip, pausing as he attentively watches me
.  “It is the same when a witch is born into the world.  The baby is bound to a natural element; it is
part of who they are.”  I hold my breath briefly as I examine his
curious visage
,
and start wonder
ing
to myself. W
hat if Marc never fully converges
into being his
true witch self
? 
He has the witch’s mark and the ability to move quickly which is part of being a witch, but what if he never fully becomes one of us, and then I can never truly be in love with him
.

I immediately dismiss
these troubling thoughts
and decide to change the subject. Smiling, I ask him, “Ok
ay
, now it’s my turn to ask a question, what did you think about tonight other than the bloody nong’s rude interlude?”  He runs his hands up my legs,
okay, that’s distracting and definitely changing the subject. 

Gazing up to me with that sensual grin
of his
and ignoring my question completely
he says
, “You looked so amazing tonight
.”
He gives m
e that perfect wicked smile
.
“
A
nd still do. I’ve never seen women dance as seductively as I did tonight.”

I lean over and take his jacket off.  He has already taken his mask and tie off, which are still in the car. He pulls m
e up to stand directly in front of him, and
brushes my
dark
hair off of my shoulders and in a deep hungry voice says, “Turn around
,
slowly for me.”  Moving as gracefully as I can, I begin turning around pausing for a moment with my back to him, then back around facing him once more. 

His hands glide over my arms and up to my shoulders, sliding off one diamond strap at a time and then slowly he kisses my bare skin.  My
dress flows down and unveils
my body.  He looks me over and his eyes speak of
a longing
desire as his voice
says with stunned intrigue, “Whoa
, you are completely nude underneath?”

I smile
with cupidity
and t
ilt my head
.
“I told you, if you f
ind
me you c
an
have me.”  He picks me up
readily
in his arms
and lays me down in his bed.
He begins taking off his shirt as his eyes drink me in.  An
addicting, sensual sensation carries
over me as he sees me laying on display for his enjoyment only.

I sit up and help him remove the last remnants of his tux.  Kneeling on his bed, I run my exploring hands over his well de
fined stomach and broad chest.
Sensing his arousal I peer up taunting him with my blue beckoning gaze.

He crawls over me with an eager anticipation; my heart beats with
a
wild
,
splendorous
adrenaline, knowing this is the moment.  My world melts as his sinful kisses strangle away the l
ast pieces of my consciousness.
I now thrive in our passion as his lust raptures my body and soul.

His energy inside me breaks away all inhibitions as I revel in our intimacy.  The crescendo of our frenzy builds between us, eventually leaving our bodies crashing together breathlessly.

Without warning I feel this strong, persuasive
energy, draining and absorbing my own.  Weakening me more and more, gently I place my hands on his chest trying to compose myself.  I notice I’m starting to have trouble breathing.  Immediately, I try concentrating on each breath I take.

Marc opens his eyes and glances down at me
, saying
in a
breathy
whisper, “Alyssa?”  His expression is a look of total astonishment as h
e says, “I can feel your fire.
It’s like I can feel your very soul.”

He becomes completely still, closing his eyes
tightly
like he is trying to assemble his thoughts.  Desperately searching inside I finally have my breathing under control and I’m just about to ask him what is wrong.

Before I can, Marc
intimately
asks,
nuzzling next to my ear,
“Do you feel it too?” I wasn’t
quite
sure what is happening to him or me, but I definitely feel something.  Slowly, I nod to him as he le
ans over and whispers in my ear,
“Do you trust me?”

With a barely audible voice I
quickly reply
, “With all my heart and soul.”   He opens his nightstand grabbing something.  I can’t see what he’s doing exactly.
His arm is blocking my view,
I think,
it’s a little late to grab a co
ntraceptive, plus our kind do not tend
to worry about that
.

He leans back over
with a tender kiss
and says, “Close your eyes.”  I do.  Ever so gently I feel his hand slide over my mouth, something wet and warm brushes against my lips.  Taking my tongue, I cautiously lick it off and I quickly recognize the distinct coppery taste, but somehow it has a hint of sweetness that lingers on my tongue.  It’s Marc’s blood, I see right away that his hand is bleeding from a small cut.  I look at him in utter confusion.