Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (21 page)

“Why Ireland?” she asks.

“I think that maybe you need to see Magdrid,
the sooner the better I am thinking. In the meantime, I need to
stay close to you. I can spot the magic and help you control
it.”

She burrows her face into the planes of his
perfect chest and says, “Yes, I am all for the idea of you staying
close to me, but who is Magdrid?” she whispers.

He uses his icy fingers to tilt her face up
so he can gauge her reaction, “Magdrid is your mother, sweetheart,”
he says quietly.

CHAPTER 10 - THE REAL WORLD INTRUDES

Just then Morna’s cell phone rings. Luca
reaches behind him to grab it off the table. He checks the caller
ID, “It’s Sharon,” he says. She reaches for the phone with numb
fingers. Flips it open and says, “Hey Sharon, can I call you
back…”

Morna is quiet while she listens to Sharon,
her face gets an irritated look, and she looks at Luca and mouths
‘planner’ to him, which he quickly hands to her. She flips to
Friday and says, “I have an IEP at 9:30 with Mrs. Jones for Andrew
J. But that probably won’t take too long. I am doubtful that Mom
will even put in an appearance, Jan says she hasn’t come to a
meeting in two years. But just in case… we could schedule the
testing for any time after noon. I can stay late and finish the
paperwork or do it this weekend at home. How does that sound to
you?” Morna listens for a few seconds, then says, “Okay Sharon, see
you at noon on Friday. Your conference room, right? Good. That’s
fine. See you then. Goodbye.”

Morna is pale and her hands are shaking when
she flips the phone closed. Luca leads her to the table and pulls a
chair out for her to sit down. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

She takes a deep breath and says, “We have
new student entering our system who needs testing and placement
evaluations on Friday. He‘s never been in public schools. It will
be pretty involved I think.”

“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
been 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.”