The Last Vampyre Prophecy (22 page)

“Yes,” he hisses between clenched teeth, “Give it to me, Adonia. Give it all.”

My orgasm rolls on and on as tears streak my face with the intensity. He cups my face, “Open your eyes,” he commands and I blink to find those violet irises black with desire. He rolls his hips scraping my walls. He stares at me as his face creases and I feel his release.

He dips his head further and glares at me through his lashes as he strokes me several more times. I tighten around him causing him to groan before he stills and leans down to kiss me deeply.

When he pulls back I am in tears—tears of joy. The depth of feeling for him is intense and the way he makes my body bend to his will is staggering.

He smiles, “And I’m going to do it every single day as many times as I
possibly can without killing you.”

I giggle, “So romantic.”

“Who needs romance when we can do this all day.”

I roll my eyes, “We need a little depth to our relationship. We’ll have to come up for air and I happen to be very fond of conversation. I can’t be on a constant orgasm roll.”

His eyes pin me, “Oh yes you can and you shall.”

The headiness in his voice sends shivers down my spine. Suddenly the humor has left the conversation and I feel a new wave of desire pool in my belly.

He responds by rolling his hips and fucking me with his eyes as he slides out of me and slowly back in stretching me—filling me.

CHAPTER
NINETEEN

KHAI

The moment Mehi left this existence a bond was broken releasing a surge of new strength and power. Not under her reign anymore my mind cleared and opened up new realms to use and explore.

The change in Adonia has been equally fierce. I can feel the complexity of her new powers surging through her brain connecting new ways to express themselves.

We are on our way to her parent’s house having been back for just a day. I frowned at the timing because she needs her rest and recovery. Her body has been through a traumatic series of events and she’s run down.

But she was very adamant and with that being
one of the qualities that draw me to her I made no argument and let her have that small victory.

I can feel the anxiety rolling off her skin. She’s worried of her parent
’s reactions when they meet me.

I chuckle and she looks over
and raises an eyebrow, “Something amusing?”

I nod, “Actually, yes.” I say and glance sideways at her to see her reaction, “Never in a million years would I think there would even be a remote possibility of me being introduced to ‘The parents’.
” I gesture quotation marks with my fingers and she grins.

“Well, never in a million years would I have guessed the first man I brought home would be a fucking vampire.”

That makes me laugh so hard that I realize it’s yet another first with her. I’m amazed and in awe of the affect she has on me. I crave her thoughts and insight into anything we encounter. It’s as though I am seeing everything anew. Nothing feels the same and it’s addicting.

“
Touché, my love.” I reach over and grab her hand bringing it to my lips. I taste the arousal flowing through her veins and instantly my mood shifts. I can’t get enough of her.

She inhales softly and I hear her bite the soft flesh of her lower lip and the slight tearing of the
thin layer of skin under her top teeth.

Every hair on her body bristles and I can hear the wave of goose pimples roll across her skin. She’s thinking of how I took her in the shower before we left. I couldn’t resist the way the water cascaded down her body in a sheet of mirrors reflecting back all that beautiful silky skin.

But then her thoughts shift and I get an image of Bassam flash over her eyes. Anger erupts instantaneously as I growl and face her, “Why are you thinking of that man?” My muscles have tensed and coiled and I can feel the venom seep into my mouth.

She flinches at my tone, which makes me
see red to have caused her fear. She holds her breath and I can see her thoughts are of nothing sexual toward him she’s just curious as to what happened to him. Where he went.

I bit
e my tongue in an effort to reel in my sudden rage. The thought of any man taking space in her mind is enough to fuel me further.

I wait several minutes to contain myself then look
over; “He’s back where he belongs. I never want you to think of him again, Adonia. Ever.” I hiss.

Her brow
’s pull together and I feel her sudden indignation flare then it’s replaced with her own rage—rage toward me. “You’re not my dictator and I sure as hell am not your servant so never use that tone nor tell me what or whom I can think. Ever fucking again, Khai.”

The natural inclination is to bring her to my heel but immediately that thought makes me burn with shame. I never want her to cave to my wishes. I realize that I love the natural warrior she is and I never want that to change.

However, my own internal changes will be vast. I will have to fight the urge to make her submit to my will. It’s what we do—conquer and claim.

I reach over needing to close the distance. I hear her eyelids shut tight and the rubbing of her irises against the thin flesh as I trace my finger over her delicate skin.

She’s so fragile and trusting. It makes a whole new wave of protection waft from me. I want to protect from the world—from any threat albeit a verbal or physical. I just can’t bear to see the hurt in her eyes when the sadness takes her over.

As we approach her family home I can feel the tension radiating from the house. Her mother’s energy is double to that of Adonia. She is a strong spirit and I
am sensing the enormity of this visit. It’s paradoxical. 

I park at the curb and scan the surroundings. We are in an older neighborhood. The houses lack some maintenance surrounding but her parents home is manicured and a stand out amongst the others.

I realize they are a proud family with values and it brings a slight smile to my face. Humans have always been a distraction or an intrusion to me. They’ve never held interest until now—until Adonia.

I realize that my main objective with every thought and intention I have is to just please her. I want her happiness. I want to be the reason.

As I open her door and reach for her hand another reality hits me, I’ve placed her above myself in all things and that is a paramount feeling that has me stilling in my tracks.

She feels my hesitation but assumes another line of r
easoning, “Hey,” she breaths, “They’re going to love you like I do.” Her hand strokes my chest then moves to my face. I peer down into those emerald eyes and feel like I’m staring into the sun—It’s bright—so bright, but I resist the urge to look away. She’s potent—heady.

The affect is
altering.

Just as I am stroking my finger reassuringly down her cheek I feel the vitriol roll toward me. Soon after her mother slams the door open and stomps a path directly to us.

She stops inches from my face and I can see the fire in her eyes—I’m impressed, “Just who the hell do you think you are?” she seethes into my face, “You kidnap my child and whisk her away to some foreign country and deny her to contact me?” her voice is rabid with anger.

I can feel the natural inclination to strike surge forward but I remain impassive and stare at her for several moments. Surprisingly, she never falters under my gaze. She remains strong and in charge. Two feelings I am not accustomed to with the human race.

I take a brief moment to scan her thoughts and realize that she is a mask of indifference. I can’t get a total read on her; she’s somewhat of an enigma to me.

A challenge that beckons me.

Her father steps from the shadows and I feel his unease in my presence. He senses my abnormality and warning bells ring in his head. I am scanning his thoughts when the door slams once again and two men charge toward us.

They are bristling with anger and protection. One that is slightly shorter than I shoves into my face and breathes against my skin. I can feel the hatred bubbling. “Just who the fuck do you think you are?” he spits at me, “She’s not some whore that you can hire and bend at your economic wheel.”

I shift closer and feel my muscles tense to strike and Adonia steps between us. I watch her hand land solidly against his chest. “Stop!” she yells into his face. “Just fucking STOP!” she roars and everyone stills gaping at her.

Every thought is of her disrespect. I growl deep wanting to protect her from the wrath headed her way.

Finally her mother pins her with her eyes and grasps both sides of her arms, “Don’t you ever speak to your family that way again. Do you understand me?”

Adonia feels my intent and places her hand on my chest—calming me. She gives me a loving glance then turn on her family, “I love him,” she states and every eye hones in on her face. “He’s my forever and you need to accept that.” She steps back and curls into my side. “He’s everything to me. I love him more than life and I pray that you accept that because—” she flashes to my face, “I won’t live any life without him. Ever.” She breath
es staring right into my eyes.

I grip her hand and turn to the animosity glaring toward us. This is going to be an uphill battle but nothing I can’t handle.

I shift toward her father and outstretch my hand, “Sir,” I say reverentially, astonishing even myself, “Khai Garai.” After a few moments he clasps his hand in mine. “I’ll protect her.” I say and realize the forcefulness of my tone. It’s emphatic and strong.

Every eye trains on me and several minutes pass as different thoughts vacillate between them. Her brothers loathe me and her mother sees past my armor, but her father respects my stance. His regard will be tough to accept but I sense the entire family weighing on his decision of me.

I pull Adonia protectively to my chest. “I mean her no ill will.” I say addressing each eye, “I would die before I caused her any pain. I love her with every particle of my being.” I say honestly.

That’s when the entire atmosphere changes. Her brothers step back and her mother gapes at me in indecision. Adonia
makes a simple gesture; she leans into me and pulls my face to hers so that she can look into my eyes. Then she lays a sweet soft kiss to my lips and murmurs, “Baby, I love you so much.”

Her words still my breathing—my senses. I can feel her fervent tender toward me. The entire surroundings blur and for the first time my guard slips down and I am vulnerable.

I realize that I am just a humble servant at her feet. My life’s entire journey going forward will be ensuring her happiness—at any cost.

Adonia wraps her tiny hand around my waist and tugs me into her fra
me, “He’s part of my package,” she professes, “It’s us or nothing.”

The silence is piercing to even my ears. E
ach pair of eyes dart between one other looking for an answer.

Finally her farther steps forward and grips her mothers hand pulling her in his wake, “If you promise to love her in every way she deserves and respect her beyond boundaries, then…” he hesitates, “I couldn’t ask for a better mate for my beloved daughter.” He pins me wi
th his unique stone glare, “But if your hurt her in any way I can promise that your ending will be slow and torturous.”

I suppress my grin. I like him—I really fucking like him. Instead I extend my hand, “Sir, I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

And just like that the tension is cut with the proverbial knife and every shoulder sags with relief.

Her mother takes a deep breath and speaks through tension, “Lunch is on the table. We’ll eat then discuss your trip.” She barks and I bite my tongue.

How will I explain my aversion to food? Fuck, how will I explain my general demeanor?

My instinctual reaction is to grasp he
r and hold her close as the emotions filter through me, but she places her hand on my arm and an instant calm descends upon me.

We follow in her mother’s footsteps into the house. Her brother
’s emotions are rolling over me like a tank. They want to expose me for what they think I am—a predator.

And how close they are is frightening, but with Adonia
that isn’t even close to the real intention.

When we open the front door I can smell the
herbs and heavy olive oil. My aversion becomes forefront.

Adonia shoots me a
side-glance in pity and smiles at her mother, “It smells delicious mom.”

Her mother grunts, “Yeah, well I hope it isn’t cold by now, it took you forever to get here.”

Adonia sighs, “We’re early, mom.”

Her mother says nothing and we continue through the aged house. The wood smells of early sixties lumber from the extreme
northeast. Back then the patches of forests used for milling were crop dusted with a now banned chemical that soaked the wood and left a sour resin odor.

I catch the flicker of a feline presence and know they have a cat. A cat that will undoubtedly let everyone know that I am not a welcomed visitor.

The dining table is set with plates and cutlery and a large mound of fresh bread in the center. I catch the garlic hanging around the room and grin inwardly. It also did not escape me that her mother is wearing a blue glass ball with a painted eye around her neck.

Greeks are very
superstitious people. The eye is a deterrent to matiasma or ‘evil eye’. They believe it to be caught by a jealous or envious person and cause physical and mental anguish. Her mother is a strong spirit.

We file into the small space and Adonia leads me around the table and motions for the chair aside hers. Her father blesses the food and pulls his chair. Once he is seated everyone else follows.

Her mother is glaring at me across the table and her brothers each are bristling with anger and suspicion. The detective, Dean, is rolling through a list of perpetrators in his head trying to pin me. I suppress a laugh.

As the food is being passed around Adonia places her hand on my thigh. “Khai has serious food allergies so he had to eat before we came.”

Every eye flicks in my direction. “Allergies?” Her mother scoffs.

Adonia’s temper flares, “Yes, mom, allergies.” She snaps.

Her father levels a glare at the two, “That’s enough,” he castigates, “We’ve a guest and this is not how we act in front of company.”

Her mother glares at him but nods saying nothing. Adonia squeezes my leg and winks at me grinning.

Dean places his fork on the table and props his elbows up and thumbs his chin, “So, Khai, do you make it a habit of preying on young girls that work for you?”