hodge-podge of pleasing and disgusting odors. Maybe being bit by Adam did cause her to change, just not in the usual way, unless it was normal for whatever type of being Adam was. It was all very strange.
Opening her mouth, she looked down her nose to see if fangs had sprouted yet; then she would have the proof that she was different. She wasn’t sure whether it made her feel better or worse when she saw that her mouth was still fang-free. He said he wasn’t a vampire; he had been insistent upon it. Could he have been a Calix ? But didn’t Calices have fangs all of the time?
Adam didn’t have fangs all of the time; she would have noticed something like that. His face was branded into her memory and if she closed her eyes she could recall it with perfect clarity. Doing so now, she saw his obsidian eyes, his lips parted in a smile as he talked to her, those cheek bones that she had licked with her tongue. Hmmm, Adam tasted good…. Dear God, she was getting off track.
She focused her thoughts back to the memory of his mouth, making the imaginary Adam open wide as she peered into it: nope, no fangs. But she distinctly remembered being bit and in so remembering the memory brought a smile to her lips. Hmmm, being bit while in the throes of passion; her legs trembled as she stood there. She forced her thoughts to return to less pleasurable topics before she collapsed and hit her head on the corner of her desk, knocking herself out and bleeding to death.
There was a tugging at her thoughts, forcing her to take a dispassionate visit back to the sex dilemma. Perhaps not too dispassionate since she had to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate the ache had taken up residency between her legs. Figuring if she was going to have to deal with the issue of sex and Adam at the same time, it would be best to sit. So she sat down, crossing her legs in front of her and trying to remain dispassionate when thinking about Adam. Closing her eyes, she let her thoughts drift back to the hours they had spent together….
There had been a moment when she could have sworn Adam and his brother were communicating telepathically but she hadn’t heard of any supernatural being with that ability. Of course, she was a human and not privy to the secrets of the supernatural world, no matter how many books she had read. Maybe he had been honest when he jokingly said he was an Apocritum ; maybe….
Celeste raised her head and met her eyes in the mirror, seeing the dawning realization in the hazel depths. Memories began to creep into her head of the time she had spent with the man. One that had stood out was the whooshing feeling she had when they were going from the dining room to his bedroom and the return trip the next day. The trips had taken different amounts of time; she had even realized it in those moments, but his lips would cover hers and it didn’t really seem all that important.
A Calix could not teleport; but an Apocritum could; even if it was illegal to transport a human. But then, a human wasn’t supposed to be aware of the change, at least according to all of the mythologies she had read. At this thought, she frowned. A human wasn’t supposed to be aware of the change. Oh, damnation. Adam was an Apocritum and he wasn’t the one who was different….
She was.
The face in her mirror had lost all of its color as her eyes widened. Swallowing hard, wanting to deny the possibility that she was the one that was different, Celeste found it difficult to move. Her hand fluttered up to her throat where he had bitten her. Already the marks were fading, much quicker than she would have expected. That is, if she were human. Hell, of course she was human; what else could she be? A wretched sound escaped her throat and she realized that it was an attempt at somewhat hysterical laughter. She got the hysterical down; the laughter – not so much.
Again, Celeste opened her mouth and stared at the reflection, almost willing fangs to be there, to
Opening her mouth, she looked down her nose to see if fangs had sprouted yet; then she would have the proof that she was different. She wasn’t sure whether it made her feel better or worse when she saw that her mouth was still fang-free. He said he wasn’t a vampire; he had been insistent upon it. Could he have been a Calix ? But didn’t Calices have fangs all of the time?
Adam didn’t have fangs all of the time; she would have noticed something like that. His face was branded into her memory and if she closed her eyes she could recall it with perfect clarity. Doing so now, she saw his obsidian eyes, his lips parted in a smile as he talked to her, those cheek bones that she had licked with her tongue. Hmmm, Adam tasted good…. Dear God, she was getting off track.
She focused her thoughts back to the memory of his mouth, making the imaginary Adam open wide as she peered into it: nope, no fangs. But she distinctly remembered being bit and in so remembering the memory brought a smile to her lips. Hmmm, being bit while in the throes of passion; her legs trembled as she stood there. She forced her thoughts to return to less pleasurable topics before she collapsed and hit her head on the corner of her desk, knocking herself out and bleeding to death.
There was a tugging at her thoughts, forcing her to take a dispassionate visit back to the sex dilemma. Perhaps not too dispassionate since she had to squeeze her thighs together to alleviate the ache had taken up residency between her legs. Figuring if she was going to have to deal with the issue of sex and Adam at the same time, it would be best to sit. So she sat down, crossing her legs in front of her and trying to remain dispassionate when thinking about Adam. Closing her eyes, she let her thoughts drift back to the hours they had spent together….
There had been a moment when she could have sworn Adam and his brother were communicating telepathically but she hadn’t heard of any supernatural being with that ability. Of course, she was a human and not privy to the secrets of the supernatural world, no matter how many books she had read. Maybe he had been honest when he jokingly said he was an Apocritum ; maybe….
Celeste raised her head and met her eyes in the mirror, seeing the dawning realization in the hazel depths. Memories began to creep into her head of the time she had spent with the man. One that had stood out was the whooshing feeling she had when they were going from the dining room to his bedroom and the return trip the next day. The trips had taken different amounts of time; she had even realized it in those moments, but his lips would cover hers and it didn’t really seem all that important.
A Calix could not teleport; but an Apocritum could; even if it was illegal to transport a human. But then, a human wasn’t supposed to be aware of the change, at least according to all of the mythologies she had read. At this thought, she frowned. A human wasn’t supposed to be aware of the change. Oh, damnation. Adam was an Apocritum and he wasn’t the one who was different….
She was.
The face in her mirror had lost all of its color as her eyes widened. Swallowing hard, wanting to deny the possibility that she was the one that was different, Celeste found it difficult to move. Her hand fluttered up to her throat where he had bitten her. Already the marks were fading, much quicker than she would have expected. That is, if she were human. Hell, of course she was human; what else could she be? A wretched sound escaped her throat and she realized that it was an attempt at somewhat hysterical laughter. She got the hysterical down; the laughter – not so much.
Again, Celeste opened her mouth and stared at the reflection, almost willing fangs to be there, to
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