Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (46 page)

“Yes, I was planning on coming with them. You
keep putting off coming to see us. I was getting worried.
Especially after Aideen said you were so sick with the migraine,
and all. Are you really feeling better now?” she asks
concerned.

“Much better. My head still hurts some, but I
think another hot shower might help. Don’t worry Bree, I can hear
it your voice. This is pretty normal for me, remembering too much,
too fast, equals too much pain the in the ole hard head. This too
shall pass. Well since you are coming over here anyway, just bring
your nightie and tooth brush,” Morna giggles. Then she thinks to
ask, “What hotel are you staying at?”

“Same one as you, doofus,” comes Breena’s
reply. “I would have been over there earlier but Aideen said you
should be out of commission until tonight.”

“What time is it anyway?” asks Morna.

“It’s almost 7:00,” says Breena.

“Well give me few minutes to wash my rusty
butt and then come on over. Room 1112. LOVE YA SIS!” Morna snaps
the phone shut. She feels like a million bucks.

She uses her hands to raise her mate’s face
so she can kiss him again, and says, “Okay darlin’, you have been
relieved for the evening.” She rolls them over and kisses him again
and says, “Well, I am going to get a shower.” She hops off of her
mate and slithers off the end of the bed and saunters into the
bathroom.

Luca gets up and follows her into the
bathroom. She looks up from where is sitting on the floor by her
toiletries case as he walks in. She looks surprised, and says,
“Okay, even you can’t be ready to go again,” she smiles a contented
smile.

He laughs and says, “You know perfectly well
that I could, Morna. But that wasn’t exactly what I was thinking
about when I followed you in here. I was just curious as to how
your butt became rusty, and I was wondering if it took some sort of
special procedure to wash a rusty butt.”

She rises from her cross legged position
fluidly, and starts backing toward the shower stall, hooking her
finger at him, with a sultry, come-hither look on her face… He
raises an eyebrow, and says, “Really?”

To which she replies, “Why the hell not?
Being able to walk isn’t absolutely necessary to being a Weaver of
the First Order. But it will have to be quick, Breena may not be as
confused about washing rusty butts as you seem to be,” she says
with a wink.

“Damn Morna! Really? You up for it again?” he
asks incredulously, as he follows her into the shower stall. He
turns on the water and shields her body from the spray until it
warms up. Then he lifts her up into his arms starts kissing her
fiercely, he props her against the shower stall and firmly works
both breasts while he holds her in place against the wall with his
hip. He bends down and lasciviously laps each breast several times
with his icy tongue.

He slowly lets her slide down the stall until
she’s on her feet again, and then he slithers down her body to
kneel before her as he parts her legs, and plants his face in
between her legs. He gently pulls back the outer lips of her labia
and starts lapping at her clitoris. She moans and shudders so hard
he’s afraid she might fall, so he brings her right leg up and puts
it over his shoulder. He continues to eat his fill at her banquet
of honey and sunshine before slipping two fingers inside his
beloved mate’s folds and stroking her sweet spot adeptly.

When he feels her tense and shudder he smiles
against her flesh. He knows he can never love her body like he
would truly like to but he knows he can satisfy her none the less.
She shouts his name as he savors her orgasm with his eager tongue
before he reaches behind her and very firmly kneads her butt,
urging her closer to his eager tongue. Morna’s head falls back and
she moans as she relishes the sensations her mate creates in her
body and his feral growl of satisfaction

Then he moves her right leg so that she’s
standing on both feet again, and then he stands up, keeping a hand
planted firmly on her butt. He kisses her again, but moves off
slightly to the left of her so the spray from the shower can reach
the lower half of her body. He uses his hand to cup water to rinse
her until he is sure it is free of the minute traces of his
venom.

He then uses to fingers check that she is
still adequately lubricated after the wash off, and slides her body
up the shower stall again, and none too gently pushes her legs open
with his knee. “I am not going to be gentle, baby. I can’t,” he
says hoarsely.

Morna smiles salaciously as he enters her
swiftly and plowing deeply. “Don’t hold back, Luca! I am not
fragile as all that. I want all of you!” When he quickly sets an
almost punishing pace, Morna moans loudly and purrs; “Yes, lover!
Just like that!”

He kisses her neck, her lips, her breasts and
tells her how she is making him crazy with wanting her as he
forcefully drives into her repeatedly. She shudders and moans
loudly with another orgasm. Her body relaxes totally and she goes
limp against his hard body.

Luca holds his beloved closely for a moment
before he feels in control enough to speak or move again. He
withdraws and allows her to slide down the stall until her feet are
on the floor again. “I am not finished with you, my beloved. You
have prodded the beast one time too many lately. I need to possess
you completely! You are mine!”

Morna inhales deeply and squares her
shoulders, almost daring him to do his worst before she grins and
assents. “I have always been yours, Lucian Michaels!”

He kisses her roughly but pulls back with a
growl when she opens her lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss.
“Fuck, baby! Don’t tempt me too much!” He pinches her nipples with
his fingers and he still has her body penned against the shower
stall with his hips. He moves his mouth to her ear to ask huskily,
“Okay Miss Bravado, you still want MORE?” She turns her mouth to
his to kiss him, and entwines her fingers in his hair, causing him
to groan loudly before he chuckles and murmurs; “Of course you
do.”

He slides her higher up the shower stall and
uses his hip to pin her against the shower stall as his hands cup
her breasts. He starts kneading them none too gently, lapping her
nipples roughly with his icy tongue. He chuckles as he watches the
wildfire begin rage out of control again in her eyes. “Damn Morna,
you like this don’t you, baby?”

He growls when she nods and clasps his face
between her hands to give him a look full of equal measures lust
and love. “You can surely drive me insane with wanting you. I can’t
get enough, my Morna.” he admits in a throaty whisper.

He kisses her again, and shifts his hands
back to the position under her butt and joins their bodies again.
He quickly pumps hard into her a several times when she starts
panting, “Yes, yes, yes! OH LUCA, YES!” He finally liberates his
own self-control and joins her in a joyful, body wrenching climax.
He is holding her to him in what would be a painful grip on a
mortal body. They are both breathing erratically. He fears her
heart is going to race right out of her chest it is beating so
hard.

As he listens to her heart finally calming
down, and he gathers his senses about him. He strokes her face
lovingly says, “Your sister is at the door.” He kisses her soundly
and sets her on her feet. He makes sure she is able to stand on her
own two feet before he flies to retrieve a robe, and to go greet
his sister in law.

When he opens the door, Breena takes one look
at his wet hair and the robe, and says “No way! You guys had to do
that, knowing I was on my way over? Wow!” She playfully jabs in him
the ribs and says, “You lucky bastard. I am so glad you two have
each other. You seem to be custom fit.”

He chuckles, and says, “I couldn’t agree with
you more. Make yourself at home in the sitting room, I will be back
shortly with your sister.”

Luca darts back to bathroom to check on his
mate. She has found her way out the shower and is towel drying her
hair when she hears him come in. “Is it Breena?” she squeaks, with
an adorable blush coloring her cheeks.

He grins wickedly, “Yes, I think she may have
thing or two to say about our behavior before the night is over,”
rasps out nearly choking on his own laughter. “She knows full well
why it took me so long to answer the door.”

Morna is laughing too by now. Luca gathers
clean undergarments and a lightweight pull over cotton jersey shell
dress that’s a lovely shade sapphire blue. And a low heeled pair of
pair of black patent leather mules out of her suit case on the
dresser in the bedroom, and darts back into the bathroom. Morna is
brushing her teeth when she sees him reappear in the mirror. He
sets her things down on the counter, kisses the back of her neck
lovingly and darts back out into the bedroom to locate his clothes
and dress.

When he returns she has finished brushing her
teeth and has donned the panties. They are a shimmering shade of
deep gold, and he groans when he notices how well they complement
her skin tone. He picks up the bra and holds it out in front of her
to slip into. She complies willingly, grateful for the help because
her hands are shaking from the multiple orgasms she experienced in
the shower. They laugh in unison as he slides the bra straps up her
arms to her silky shoulders, then snakes his hands out front to
quickly cup her breasts. They both moan and then he quickly hooks
the fasteners in the back.

He pulls her to him quickly and runs his hand
from her right hip up to her right breast and enjoys the satiny
feel of the fabric between her hot breast and his icy cold hand.
His hand slides down over her belly to rub the front of the
matching panties, and sliding his hands slowly between her legs. He
exhales loudly through clenched teeth, and groans, “So hot and wet
again!”

Morna laughs happily and says, “Well, it’s
your fault. You keep touching me.”

“I do indeed, baby. Get used to it. I won‘t
ever stop touching you,” he whispers and then kisses her cheek. He
is deeply satisfied because she is breathing so hard and leaning
into him heavily.

Then he reaches for the pull-over dress, and
says, “Raise your arms, my love.” Morna instantly complies with a
dreamy look on her face. He easily slips the lovely sapphire blue
dress over her hands and head, down past her breasts and over her
hips. He sighs when he sees how well the dress hugs her curves and
accentuates the red highlights in her hair. Her emerald green eyes
are still smoldering with passion. “BE GOOD, woman! Stop looking at
me like that,” he growls playfully. And kisses her
passionately.

Then he spins her around and points her
toward the door. “Go greet your sister. I will be right behind you.
Oh wait, your shoes.” She stops in her tracks and he sets the shoes
on the floor in front of her, she steps into them. He says, “Maybe
I don’t need to go hunting tonight…”

Her head snaps up, “No Lucian! Do not deny
yourself. We can stage a repeat performance for you when you get
back. Please, I don‘t want you to be miserable. Besides, it will
give me time to get reacquainted with my sister,” she assures him.
She blows him a kiss, and walks slowly out into the sitting room to
greet her sister has she hasn’t seen in almost 600 years.

CHAPTER 19 - OLD TIES RE-BIND AROUND THE
HEARTS & NEW TIES BEGIN

Morna stops to take a deep breath before she
places her hand on the door knob going into the sitting room. A
quick glance at the clock in the bedroom told her that is was 7:45.
“Did all that really only take 45 minutes?” she wonders in
amazement. She smoothes the front of the dress out and brushes the
hair from her face, and takes a moment to wish that she had had
time to blow it dry and straighten it, maybe apply a touch of
make-up. Morna chuckles at her insecurities. “What the hell? Breena
isn’t waiting to see my ‘professional face’ she just wants to see
me.”

Another deep breath, and she thinks; “Oh
hell, I am still on fire everywhere that man touched me in the last
five minutes.” She can’t help but smile and very contented smile,
and opens the door. She steps through the doorway easily, and
standing there to meet her again is her very best friend in the
whole world, the best sister anyone ever had the privilege to be
related to.

“Breena!” she calls out joyously when she
sees her. “You are as beautiful as ever. Oh how I have missed you
big sister!” She flies to Breena and embraces her and lifts her up
in her arms. It feels like the years just melt away. They could
once again be the innocent girls running through the fields of wild
flowers at home, practicing spells and giggling about the type of
men they fancy would make good husbands.

They hold each other tightly for over a
minute, swaying from side to side. Their joy at their reunion is so
complete it escapes words. Breena finally says, “Well put me down
so I can get a good look at the prodigal sister,” she croaks as she
looks up at her much taller sister. Her voice tight with emotion.
“My God, Morna you are more beautiful than I could have imagined.
This life time certainly suits you well. Oh my darling, after all
you have been through, look at you. You seem as bright and fresh as
a new day!”

Morna chuckles, “Really Bree? I am forty-nine
years, the mother of three and I have the face and body to prove
it.” Breena notices that Morna’s face tightens a bit at the mention
of her children, but she can tell her sister wants to focus on
their reunion and not on her tragic lossess.

“Pish, posh! You look hot and you know it,”
Breena giggles happily.

Luca is watching the sisters from the
doorway. He smiles at the difference between the appearances of the
two woman. Breena looks a great deal like Morna used to look, in
her original life time. Breena is about 5’1’ and might weigh one
hundred pounds when soaking wet. She has beautiful clear blue eyes,
the same heart shaped face, the same tiny, upturned nose that Morna
had in Airendell. Her fiery copper colored hair is cut short and it
makes her look like a red haired pixie. He is reminded of what a
lovely woman Morna was when he met her and married her. But he is
so much more drawn to the newest version of Morna that he doesn’t
miss the “old” Morna at all. The “new” Morna is stately, strong,
passionate, sexy as fuck and absolutely gorgeous in his
opinion.