as I passed.
This evoked a low growl from him, and he
moved forward aggressively several steps until I was pressed up
against the wall.
He ravaged my mouth until I felt faint from
lack of air before he broke the kiss, staring at me as we both
gasped for breath.
“So I take it you like the kilt?” he asked
with a quirked eyebrow.
“On you, Vance … definitely,” I answered
with a nod, breathing heavily, and he pushed into me again, picking
right up where he had left off.
The place was aglow that evening, and I
stood at one of the windows of our room watching the cars pull into
the circle driveway one after another to drop their richly attired
guests off at the door.
I was all dressed in my new clothes and had
pulled some of my hair up into a knot at the back of my head,
letting the rest drape in a long curl that lay down the side of my
neck, which helped to hide the scar there with a little artfully
applied makeup.
The jewelry Vance had given me went
perfectly with everything, and I felt quite sparkly, despite the
nervous butterflies in my stomach at meeting a bunch of people I
had absolutely nothing in common with.
He stepped out of the dressing room, and I
turned to look at him in the formal cut tuxedo he had purchased,
while he fastened his tie in the mirror over the mantle.
He was magnificent, and I couldn’t even
blink, let alone look away from him. For someone who was a
self-proclaimed t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, he sure could pull
off the formal attire well.
After finishing with his tie, he finally
turned, letting his hands drop to his side while he stopped to
stare at me.
“Stunning,” was all he said, and his gaze
raked over me, not once but twice, his blue eyes sparking to life
as if I had lit a match in them.
He was over to my side in two strides,
reaching out for me, and I backed away laughing holding him at
arm’s length.
“Don’t touch me. You’ll mess me all up
again,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t care in the least.
He grabbed me easily and pulled me back to
him, up against his chest, his fresh breath floating over me as he
spoke.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he said, and he
placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I relented under his masterful touch,
wrapping my arms around his neck and really kissing him back,
letting my emotion flow into him, and he did the same to me. It was
a breathless, yet tender, moment.
In the end, when the kiss was over, he had
kept his word, and I only had to retouch some makeup around my
mouth.
“I guess we’ve kept the guests waiting long
enough,” I said with a sigh while he watched me reapply my lip
gloss in the bathroom mirror.
“We don’t know any of them,” he replied with
a smile. “If it weren’t so rude to my grandparents, I’d be much
more inclined to stay in here tonight with you.”
“Me too,” I added with a nod, and I turned
to place my hand against the side of his handsome face.
His eyes flitted down over my features and
to my neck.
“I guess I should let you have the
opportunity to show off your new jewelry, though,” he teased.
My hand flitted up to where the new necklace
lay at my neck, and I fingered it as several thoughts ran through
my head.
“What’s the matter?” Vance asked me
curiously.
“I was just thinking about how my amulet
protected me when the roof fell in at the school, but it didn’t do
anything when you or Damien bit me. Why is that?” I asked him.
He let out a soft sigh and pondered this for
a moment before he answered. “Things like talismans are very
selective in the way they activate. It’s a magic that’s helpful,
but not to be relied on heavily.” He held up the hand which had the
ring my grandma had sent to him. “I wear this because it’s a gift
of good magic from the coven. Maybe it’ll help me someday, maybe it
won’t, but what does it hurt?”
I nodded my head.
“I remember Grandma telling me that it might
not do you any good as your dad’s coven had already figured
This evoked a low growl from him, and he
moved forward aggressively several steps until I was pressed up
against the wall.
He ravaged my mouth until I felt faint from
lack of air before he broke the kiss, staring at me as we both
gasped for breath.
“So I take it you like the kilt?” he asked
with a quirked eyebrow.
“On you, Vance … definitely,” I answered
with a nod, breathing heavily, and he pushed into me again, picking
right up where he had left off.
The place was aglow that evening, and I
stood at one of the windows of our room watching the cars pull into
the circle driveway one after another to drop their richly attired
guests off at the door.
I was all dressed in my new clothes and had
pulled some of my hair up into a knot at the back of my head,
letting the rest drape in a long curl that lay down the side of my
neck, which helped to hide the scar there with a little artfully
applied makeup.
The jewelry Vance had given me went
perfectly with everything, and I felt quite sparkly, despite the
nervous butterflies in my stomach at meeting a bunch of people I
had absolutely nothing in common with.
He stepped out of the dressing room, and I
turned to look at him in the formal cut tuxedo he had purchased,
while he fastened his tie in the mirror over the mantle.
He was magnificent, and I couldn’t even
blink, let alone look away from him. For someone who was a
self-proclaimed t-shirt and jeans kind of guy, he sure could pull
off the formal attire well.
After finishing with his tie, he finally
turned, letting his hands drop to his side while he stopped to
stare at me.
“Stunning,” was all he said, and his gaze
raked over me, not once but twice, his blue eyes sparking to life
as if I had lit a match in them.
He was over to my side in two strides,
reaching out for me, and I backed away laughing holding him at
arm’s length.
“Don’t touch me. You’ll mess me all up
again,” I said, knowing he wouldn’t care in the least.
He grabbed me easily and pulled me back to
him, up against his chest, his fresh breath floating over me as he
spoke.
“I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he said, and he
placed a soft kiss on my lips.
I relented under his masterful touch,
wrapping my arms around his neck and really kissing him back,
letting my emotion flow into him, and he did the same to me. It was
a breathless, yet tender, moment.
In the end, when the kiss was over, he had
kept his word, and I only had to retouch some makeup around my
mouth.
“I guess we’ve kept the guests waiting long
enough,” I said with a sigh while he watched me reapply my lip
gloss in the bathroom mirror.
“We don’t know any of them,” he replied with
a smile. “If it weren’t so rude to my grandparents, I’d be much
more inclined to stay in here tonight with you.”
“Me too,” I added with a nod, and I turned
to place my hand against the side of his handsome face.
His eyes flitted down over my features and
to my neck.
“I guess I should let you have the
opportunity to show off your new jewelry, though,” he teased.
My hand flitted up to where the new necklace
lay at my neck, and I fingered it as several thoughts ran through
my head.
“What’s the matter?” Vance asked me
curiously.
“I was just thinking about how my amulet
protected me when the roof fell in at the school, but it didn’t do
anything when you or Damien bit me. Why is that?” I asked him.
He let out a soft sigh and pondered this for
a moment before he answered. “Things like talismans are very
selective in the way they activate. It’s a magic that’s helpful,
but not to be relied on heavily.” He held up the hand which had the
ring my grandma had sent to him. “I wear this because it’s a gift
of good magic from the coven. Maybe it’ll help me someday, maybe it
won’t, but what does it hurt?”
I nodded my head.
“I remember Grandma telling me that it might
not do you any good as your dad’s coven had already figured
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