Slowly thrusting, I watch her, listen to her pulse and breathing, as I adjust my angle and strokes until she is once again rocking in time with me, chasing one last orgasm for me.
My precious, good girl.
My miracle.
My radiant sun.
I lose track of time, mesmerized by her climb, until I feel her body clamping down on my dick and her back arches under me. Soft cries I muffle with my mouth as I chase and catch up, joining her, my climax making me see stars and need to catch my breath in a way I cannot remember feeling before.
Falling still inside her, I brush my lips over hers and ease my grip on her wrists. I see her wits slowly drift back into her mind as her gaze clears and focuses on me. “Why didn’t you bite me?” she softly asks.
I smile. “Because I fed from you in Alaska, love. I honestly don’t know how much I took then, becausesomeonedistracted me.” I nuzzle her nose with mine. “There might be times I literally feed from you, if you feel up to it, and times, I playfully bite you and sip just a little, for fun. But while I truly love you for trusting me enough to give that to me, the next time we do it, I’d rather be more controlled and make sure I never take too much from you, love.”
She wraps her arms around me and plays with my hair, which I love. Who knew such a sweet, innocent gesture would be such a balm to my soul? “I trust you, Sir.”
I rest my forehead against hers. “I never dreamed I’d ever again find someone I trust as much as I trust you.”
I wish we didn’t have to move from that room, but less than six hours later, before dawn, Eilidh and I are in the air once more and winging toward the UK. We’ll head to Wales immediately. She hasn’t been able to pinpoint exactly when all her other sightings happened, but we were able to discover her mother died on a full-moon night. A call to Neimus reveals that he clearly remembers it was a full moon when Eilidh left after seeing the thing in Toronto years ago.
It’s not conclusive by itself, but it is certainly a coincidence we’d be stupid to ignore.
“Tell me what you remember of Wales, love.” We’re lying in the bunk in my private cabin in the back of the plane. It’s set up to prevent any intrusions of sunlight and includes a secure foyer.
She sighs as she snuggles against my side. “I remember I liked living there. We used to go for walks on the beach. Sometimes, when Mom had to be away for a few days at a time because of work, me and Dad would go on hikes in the country with Zuzu and go visit him. Or he’d come visit us and take care of me.”
“With who?” I study her expression, because there was a hesitation in her voice as she mentioned the name.
“Zuzu.” A ragged laugh escapes her. “Damn, I’ve hardly thought about him in…years.” I hear a painful tightness in her tone and pay closer attention despite the late hour.
“Who was he?”
When her eyes drop closed, I give her a moment. “He was Dad’s best friend. I remember he was a lot shorter than Dad. Kind of slender. And he had beautiful lavender eyes.”
“Lavender?” Again, a color not really seen in humans.
“Yeah.” Her eyes open and she looks up at me. “Is it possible I’m misremembering that?”
“Perhaps. What else do you remember?”
“Earrings.” Her brow furrows. “He and Dad wore matching earrings. In their right ears.” She reaches up to her ear lobe. “Little gold balls. I once asked Dad if I could get one.” She pauses, her brow furrowing. “Holy crap, I haven’t thought aboutthatin years, either.”
“Anything you remember could be very important. Can you remember Zuzu’s last name? How long you knew him? Anything that might help us identify who he is or where he lived?”
“He was always there. In my life, I mean. I remember that much. He lived in a strange house.”
“Strange?”
“Yeah. Different. Like it wasn’t…normal. And he always made me these cookies that were some sort of fruit, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what they were called. They weren’t anything we could get at home.”
“Do you think you could find his house?”
“I…” She blows out a breath. “I don’t even know if I could tell you whereweused to live. We moved around, even before Dad died. And…” Her scowl returns. “Dad used to play a game with me all the time. From as long as I could remember. He’d blindfold me when we’d go into the woods, and before I knew it, we’d be at Zuzu’s. I remember we had this green checked scarf that I think Zuzu gave him. It was like we walked through a…”
“A what?”
She sits up. “The trees and plants would be different.”
“Differenthow?”
