33. Meical
Chapter 33
Meical
J anie was perfect.
Her nectar tasted like ambrosia as she let me lick her till her completion. Finally. How much longer would she make me wait till I could have her completely? She fell asleep in my arms, my shadows wrapping around her like blankets. She sighed happily as I held her. A tentacle stayed in her pussy till the knot subsided. In the dark, I watched her dream; I didn’t invade them. A tendril caressed her cheek as she slumbered. This was my mate. The reason I wanted to exist again.
I slept little. She was right. She’d have to do the fake date thing until we found the person who took her friend. I’d have to bide my anger, but I wanted her to look at me like that. I wanted her to smile and flirt with me instead of the anger. My sweet Janie was full of anger toward me. Surely, deep down, she could feel that I was the one that could light up her body like never before. I can protect her from the dark, for I am the dark, and fill her life with the love she deserved.
In the wee hours, I slipped away from her and stepped into the kitchen. I had watched her for many hours in the kitchen, running late and barely eating. Or eating those toaster pops. There was nothing of nutritional value in those pieces of cardboard. This would change with me around. My phone rang, and I answered it. It was Urien with a video call. I propped it up, and Urien’s face appeared. Blood dripped down his chin as he walked the early morning streets of a city.
“My friend, she has another date tonight. Are you ready for that?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“That’s a boldfaced lie.”
“I want her happy. Finding her friend will gain her trust and make her happy. It’s a perfect plan.”
There was movement from the shadows as she stepped into the kitchen. I did not turn toward her. I could see her sleep-rumpled clothes and hair as she stared at me. Emotions crossed her face, but I could feel something more. There was . . . something growing within her heart for me. She said nothing, but watched us.
Urien nodded. “Wise words.”
“You?” I asked.
“What about me?”
I motioned toward my mouth. “You found a new blood source.”
He laughed. “I have sources. I don’t have one of those nice sources like I had. That’s how I met your lovely mate. Pure as the driven snow, probably until she met you. That little bit of darkness. The bite. You printed on her like I mark my kind.”
That made her move. “What?”
I turned to her and snapped the phone off. “Surely, you knew? We both told you. ”
“I . . . I . . . I’m marked? I don’t know. That sounds bad.”
“How did you think Urien figured out you were spoken for? I marked you. You were always destined to be marked.”
Her hand clutched at the neckline of her shirt. “I . . . I don’t know what to think about that.” Janie shook her head. “Maybe y’all did mention it. I’m barely awake.”
“I did not hide it. Any witch could see it if they looked hard enough. There are many that do not look into the crevices of humanity. There are other bites and since sex tends to be twined into it . . . yeah, I wouldn’t look either.”
Janie groaned. “I’m a good person.”
“And I am not evil. I consume evil.”
“Your appearance.”
“Evil lurks in the dark. I sit in the dark and wait. The perfect camouflage.”
Her head tilted and a small smile crested her face. “You’re making me breakfast again?”
“Is there something else you’d prefer?”
Janie shook her head. “You could make something fancier? Like . . .”
“Tell me the word and I’ll cook it for you.”
“Is it that simple?”
“I have years of knowledge. Let me use it for you.”
She slipped into her chair and picked at the flowers that were wilting. “They are dying.”
“We can preserve them. Or I can give you more.”
She looked up as emotions cascaded over her face: confusion, touched, and another swelling of love. “They were from you? Of course, they were from you.”
“Of course.” I slid a mug of coffee in front of her.
“I can’t tell if that is better or not.”
“Better than a stalker.”
She giggled. “You are the stalker. ”
“A human one. One like we are hunting.”
“Hunting. Me, a hunter?” she whispered as she sipped her coffee. “That’s a laughable thought.”
“You are. You started this investigation without me.”
Her head popped up. “If we solve this, will I get a happily ever after?”
My head tilted. “Why wouldn’t you?”
“You’re not evil. But you said the others think you are?”
“It’s because when we are around, the ‘good people’ disappear. I saw the evil within Rick. No one at work knew, correct? If they could connect the dots between me and?—“
“You’re going to kill whoever has my friend.”
“Yes.”
“But how is that good? How are vigilante killings any better?”
“I can’t stop the horrors that persist. Others of my kind work to fix the things that could cause the seed to grow. There are some that have hope. There are others that try. Obviously, I gave up on life until you came into the light.”
“I can’t be your only reason to live.”
“You won’t be. Maybe I will do this thing with Urien, and we’ll find more human predators.”
Her eyes narrowed as she watched me before laughing. “I guess, but I don’t believe you. I should be no one’s one and only.” A wash of worthlessness seeped from her and my heart hurt for her.
“You say that, but you are. You are the light of my life. I would be a shadow existing until the Earth falls into flame. You are the thing I want the most in my life. I want to give you the world.”
Janie swallowed. “I’ve got to get ready for work. Are you picking out the outfit tonight?”
“When you come home, can I fuck you in it? You’ve never seen what my cock can do in real life.”
She covered her lips and giggled. “Is it different from the dreams?” She bit her lip unsurely. Or could it be with desire?
“No. That was a peek. I can do more in real life.”
She nodded curtly as her face darkened. “Yeah, got to get dressed.” She turned on her heel, but it didn’t stop as the shadows licked her bare feet. Desire rumbled underneath her skin.
Perfect.