Lost Wanderer Awakened - Book One of the Airendell Chronicles (20 page)

Luca scoops her up into his arms and holds
her close. He gently lies her on the bed and wipes the moisture
from her eyes. “Morna, my beloved, don’t be hurt. I am sorry. I
don’t want to restrain your passion, let’s just try to temper it a
bit. Remember, I have been longing to make love with you for years,
decades, not just months.” She closes her eyes as she nods and
swallows hard. Then inhales deeply to bolster herself.

She tries to remember if she has ever felt
this uncertain, this lacking in confidence in his arms. She doesn’t
think so, and feels very saddened by this development. In every
life time she keeps the dominant personality traits that developed
before she remembers who she is. She is sad and frustrated because
she’s fairly certain that she wasn’t this timorous in her original
incarnation. “Did having an abusive father and being married to
Rolan truly have such a crippling effect on my
self-confidence?”

He kisses her lingeringly, caressing her
face, her neck, and her shoulders. He covers her with kisses.
Slowly the fires are rebuilding in her body. Luca can hear her
heart race, and see her rapid breathing. He knows her body is
responding, but still she holds back, seeming timid and unsure.

He cups her breasts through the pretty bra,
and uses his thumbs to flick the nipples firmly. She moans softly
and arches up to meet him when lowers his mouth to her left breast
and manipulates the nipple. He caresses her tummy lingeringly and
eventually comes to the snap at the waistband of her jeans. He
looks up into her face, seeking the love he always sees in her eyes
when they make love. But her eyes are closed. He is uncertain how
to proceed, how to draw her out… He moves his mouth back to her
lips and kisses her gently. He lovingly kneads her breasts and
whispers, “My beloved.”

She groans and breaks away from the kiss as
she wraps her arms around him tightly. She brings her jean clad
legs up and wraps around his hips. “I’m sorry Luca. I don’t know
what you want from me, but I need you desperately. Now!” Morna
whispers fiercely into his ear.

He pulls back a little and looks at her. She
still has her eyes closed, even with her legs wrapped around him,
begging him to love her, her eyes are still closed. She never keeps
her eyes closed when they make love, she always says she wants to
see his love for her. “Forgive me Morna,” he says slowly. “I have
made you doubt yourself and our passion. That is truly
unforgivable.”

Her tears start flowing freely now and she
tries to move from him, but he won’t turn loose of her. “I am the
one who should be asking for forgiveness,” she cries. “I still see
you just as my mate. The man I have loved more than life itself for
hundreds of years. I don’t see you as a vampire, struggling to
maintain control over yourself. I forget that you must constantly
guard against harming me, guard against losing control. When I am
with you, all I remember is that I love you and you love me. All I
remember is that you drive me wild with a passion so strong that I
am too weak to rein it in. I am so sorry my darling.” She whispers
brokenly. By now she has opened her eyes, and has grasped his face
between her hands, and is desperately seeking his understanding.
She’s crying unashamedly now. “Please forgive me darling. I really
can’t help being such a carnal creature with you.” she whispers in
a tiny, sad voice.

He groans and says, “I am the one who should
be begging for forgiveness Morna, not you. Damn, but I am the
world’s biggest fool. I have a woman who loves me, adores me, and
desires me. A woman who wholeheartedly accepts me as I am, despite
the fact that I have become a foul monster. Morna, I am an utter
idiot to ask you to hold back one iota. Just forget I ever said
such a stupid thing. Please forgive me for hurting you darling.”
Their eyes lock and she sees all the centuries of love and trust
there. Slowly, some of her former confidence returns. She nods, and
gulps back her tears. Luca gets tissues from the bedside table and
wipes her eyes gently, then hands more to her so that she can blow
her nose.

She laughs after blowing her nose. “Gee,
that’s really sexy, isn’t it?” His only answer is to resume kissing
her and to swiftly remove her jeans and panties. His lips move down
her neck to her breasts, then to her tummy. She’s breathing hard
and grasping his head in her hands, drawing him even closer to her
eager body. His hard, icy mouth travels lower, he parts her legs
and gently exposes her engorged clitoris. He gently manipulates it
with his hard lips, then darts his tongue out quickly to flick it a
few times. “Yes! Yes, Luca!” she moans loudly.

Morna is on fire for her mate. When the
slight burn and sting settle in from his icy tongue she is totally
undone. “Please Luca!” she gasps breathlessly. He understands her
urgent need and rises above her to kiss her again as he gently
plunges into her hot wetness. She moans loudly and wraps her legs
around his hips as her body contracts around him in a premature
orgasm. She laughs nearly hysterically, reveling in the joy she
feels at their joining. He holds her close to his body and rolls
over so that she is on top and can take the lead.

She holds his face between her hands and
kisses him lingeringly, longing to plunder his mouth with her
tongue. She raises her head and looks into his eyes. “Oh Luca, how
I have wanted this.” She rises up on her knees so that she can
maneuver up and down on his shaft. She caresses his neck, and then
his chest as she starts to rock her hips rhythmically. He eagerly
meets her thrust for thrust. He sits up to place his hands on her
hips to slow her movements slightly as he buries his face between
her breasts.

She reaches behind and unhooks her bra and
lets it slide down her arms. He moans loudly as he nuzzles her
freed breasts with his ice cold, hard lips. He brings his hands up
and kneads the full globes decisively, then licks her erect
nipples. She moans and clutches his head to her as the delicious
burn and tingle feed the wildfires in her blood, and she shivers in
delight. She increases her pace as she works up and down on his
shaft. Luca thrusts his hips upwards fervently to meet her each
time she comes down on him. When they come together, Morna shouts
her joy to the heavens. They hold each other and exchange caresses
and kisses as sanity slow returns. They hold each other for a long
while until Morna becomes restless.

She slips out of bed, reaches down to pick up
her bra and panties, slipping back into them quickly. She retrieves
their clothes from the floor, shakes them out to remove any
wrinkles, and then drapes them across the back of the chair. She
walks into the kitchen to get a coke, drinks half of it straight
from the can as she walks back to the bedroom. She picks up her
laptop and retrieves her cell phone from her purse, and checks her
phone for messages then plops onto the bed beside Luca when she
decides that nothing on the phone needs her immediate
attention.

She props up some pillows against the
headboard and opens her computer on her lap. She reaches over and
kisses him while the lap top powers up. Then she asks, “Hey, where
are my pajama pants I was wearing when I came over here? I have a
flash drive in the pocket.”

“Hang on,” he says. “They are still in the
hamper. I have not done laundry yet.” He smirks; “I have been
distracted by this lovely woman in my bed.” He leans over and
plants a kiss on her generous, bare belly.

Morna giggles and kisses him again. “Stay
put,” she says. “I don’t want you waiting on me hand and foot.”

When she comes back with the flash drive she
asks, “Who is the female vampire I smell on your hunting
clothes?”

Luca chuckles, he knew she would smell the
female vamp. “Do you remember Vee? She was waiting for me in my
hunting range.” he replies.

“I thought the scent was familiar. What did
she want? What has she been up to all these years?” Morna doesn’t
look up from checking her email as she asks the question.

Luca shares the details of the encounter with
her. “Wow,” she says quietly, “She is going to get herself killed,
isn’t she?”

“Yes, I am afraid so,” he says thoughtfully.
After a few moments of silence he adds, “Did you know she sometimes
hunts animals instead of humans? She could easily be one of those
yellow eyes she that she is so eager to exact her vendetta against.
It’s really such a waste. It makes me sad to know how it is
probably going to end.”

“Yeah, I know she hunts animals,” answers
Morna, not looking up from her laptop. “I went out with her once
when we lived in Wyoming.”

“WHAT!?!” he roars in rage, raising up to
tower over her so quickly that he inadvertently knocks her computer
and phone onto the carpeted floor.

“Well, you never would take me. I was
curious,” she tells him in a small voice.

“I would never take you for a damned good
reason Morna!” he shouts angrily. “You know we turn ourselves over
to our instincts to hunt. I might turn on you in that state. I
can’t believe Vee didn’t! Damn woman, of all the stupid,
reckless…”

Morna jumps off the bed, and storms into the
kitchen. “I am not stupid! Nor reckless! I took precautions, she
didn’t even know I was there. I am not an idiot or helpless. You
know this!” She’s digging the leftover pasta out the refrigerator
when he comes up behind her. She turns to face him, “Excuse me, I
would like to sit down and eat.”

When he doesn’t move, she walks around him,
grabs a fork out the drawer. Then takes the aluminum container from
Bella’s to the table. She opens it up and pokes at the food with
the fork. She is too mad to eat, but too stubborn to put the food
away.

Luca storms off to the bedroom and gets
dressed. He makes the bed just to keep himself busy for a minute.
Then he retrieves her computer and phone from the floor, then
carries them to her at the kitchen table. “Thanks,” she says when
he puts them on the table beside her. She still refuses to look up
at him because she is so angry with him.

He didn’t bother putting his shirt on, but he
has put his jeans on, leaving the top button undone. Morna smiles
because he looks incredibly sexy that way. He sits across the table
from her. She can tell that he still so scared and angry at the
thought of her recklessness that he cannot even look at her. She
finally pushes the pasta away. And says, “I am sorry it scares you
to know I did that, I shouldn’t have told you.” she says in a small
quiet voice.

He looks up to meet her eyes, and she gasps
at the pain and fear she reads in his eyes. “You shouldn’t have
done it!” he grinds out between clenched teeth. “Why Morna?” He
demands harshly, his expression is agonized.

Her anger at his overreaction causes her to
move to stand before him as she says, “I have always sought to
understand you better. You know that, Luca. That’s why I asked you
to mind share that hunt, remember? But I wanted to see what the
process looked like, not just your perspective of it. Don’t you
understand?” When Luca remains silent, she continues, “Anyway, I
wove an iron-lion spell, and a hiding spell. She couldn’t see me,
hear me, or smell me. And I was fast enough and strong enough to
get away from her if by some freak chance she did become aware of
me. You know damn well, when I have my magic back I am in no real
danger from any ordinary vampire. Why did you yell at me like I am
a stupid, errant child? I am neither stupid nor a child, and you
know it as well as I do!”

By the end of her tirade she is standing in
front of him with her hands on her hips. She stomps her foot and
tosses her head when she finishes for emphasis. And then she stands
there staring at him, waiting for him to answer.

A full minute goes by and she’s becoming
angry again because he hasn’t moved and won’t reply. Finally, she
demands, “Well?” And he rolls his eyes in response.

“Oh Crap!” She waves her hand in front of her
and he instantly comes to stand before her. “Sorry,” she whispers
in a small voice.

“Didn’t you realize you were holding me in a
binding spell?” he asks gently as he tilts her face up toward
his.

“No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that to you. Not
on purpose. That’s underhanded. I don’t remember how to weave the
spells. I was just wishing you would sit still and shut up to let
me get my point across.” Morna admits in a small voice.

“Amazing,” he murmurs. “Do you realize you
have been doing magic for days?”

“Really?”

“Really. You must have worked magic the other
day when you fell down the stairs. I froze for a split second, but
you caught yourself before you hit the floor, face first. I plucked
you out of mid-air. You were holding yourself there.”

And then when I was in the shower the next
morning. You had woven a hiding spell then, I saw the shimmer when
your concentration wavered. Don’t you remember doing it?”

“No, I just wished that I could watch you
without getting caught,” she admits and blushes. Then says, “I
think that maybe I did it with a flat tire last week too. I came
out of my house and saw the front passenger side tire was flat. I
tossed my junk into the car, and dug out my phone planning to call
Triple A when I noticed it really wasn’t flat. But I am certain it
had been flat,” she whispers.

“This is an interesting development,” Luca
murmurs thoughtfully.

“Interesting? It’s dangerous,” She whispers
in a frightened voice as she seeks comfort in his arms. She burrows
into his strong chest as he wraps his strong, hard arms around her
protectively. “If I don’t know I am doing it, I can’t control it. I
don’t remember the spells, I don’t remember the lore. I am
dangerous like this. How can I do this without my full memory?”

Luca gently rubs his hand up and down her
back and whispers into her ear, “I think you are becoming more
powerful. Your magic seems to be coming to you spontaneously.” He
leans his forehead against hers. “Morna, I don’t like the idea, but
maybe we should take a trip to Ireland soon,” he says without any
real enthusiasm for the idea.