as well as the rush of blood flowing through his veins. It was the music of his body and a beautiful symphony to her ears.
“I’m a lucky woman,” she whispered, caressing his chest with her fingernails. He was the only being who had such a hold on her heart and soul. For all of her strength, determination, aggression, and power, she was like a fragile rose before his needs and desires. It was a vulnerable feeling and one that as an alpha vampire she wasn’t accustomed to. And yet she embraced it deeply within herself and held onto it as if it were the very source of her life force. However, she knew such feelings needed to be tempered properly and revealed to him only in appropriate apportionment.
After all, it’s in an alpha vampire’s nature, she mused as she once more kissed his chest. My nature, she added.
“Did I taste different given last month’s blood transfusion?” he asked.
She didn’t want to dwell on that line of thought at such an enjoyable moment and instead offered in a satisfied voice, “Oh, no. You tasted as sweet as always, my love.”
He made a contented sound and whispered, “I’m glad.”
After a few minutes, she felt his hand creep underneath her sweater. His fingertips softly massaged her bra-covered breast, and she giggled. She rose up slightly and slipped her sweater off. Her pale skin shimmered in an unearthly manner in the dimly lit room as his eyes played across her body.
“My loving vampire,” he whispered possessively as he reached out to pull her hand to his lips. He kissed her open palm reverently.
Katrina smiled at the endearing reference and at the tone in which he made it. “Always, my love,” she replied.
His hand traced her shoulders then slipped back to her breasts.
She gazed down at him, sensing his new yearning. As she slipped from her bra, her breasts gently suspended before him. “Do you want me here?” she asked.
His eyes were intense as he gazed into her eyes. “Yes,” he whispered.
“As you wish,” she agreed, moving in an almost feline fashion while removing her boots and the remainder of her clothing. Her attentions returned to him as she deftly slid his briefs down the length of his muscular legs. She gazed appreciatively at his nude, masculine form with approval while pulling him from the couch and onto the floor with her. Then time stood still.
* * * *
Tuesday passed quickly for Caleb despite the fact that Tuesdays and Thursdays were his extended days that semester, having both daytime and evening classes, as well as office hours during the late afternoon. Nevertheless, he was grateful when Wednesday arrived. He had special evening plans in store for Katrina. It was time for phase two of his and Alton’s plan to spring into action.
Caleb had stowed a pair of faded blue jeans, a sweatshirt, and hiking boots in his car’s trunk that morning before Katrina noticed what he was doing. That afternoon, while still at the college, he changed clothes and prepared for a new challenge that he intended to call Find Caleb. He was filled with anticipation as he cleaned off his desk and snapped the lid of his briefcase shut. Thankful for his thick sweatshirt, he hurried out to his car as evening approached. It was cloudy, windy, and somewhat cold that day, but fortunately wasn’t raining.
He returned to the estate just as darkness fell, but instead of entering the garage, he parked his car in the driveway. After reconsidering the weather, he left his leather jacket in the car, but slipped on a pair of leather gloves.
Just in case Katrina viewed the house’s surveillance system, he walked back down the driveway and out the main gate before heading into a large wooded area adjacent to the estate. The undeveloped area was native forest slated for future development among the large acreage of the addition. He smirked while reflecting upon how perfect the grounds were for his new game.
The night was dark with no moon, and he was pleased he’d brought a flashlight. However, he quickly realized that once he called Katrina, the light would immediately alert her keen vision to his location. He sighed, conceding there were so many considerations that had eluded him as he prepared for the event.
Well, I suppose with practice comes proficiency.
The forest was eerily quiet, save for the sounds of tree branches clacking against one another and the rustling of dry leaves. After negotiating to the middle of the