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“What time does Scooper’s close again?” he asked his old friend, licking his lips in anticipation and glancing at his timepiece, wishing to heaven it weren’t so many hours away.

  Chapter Seven

  Gavreel looked over his shoulder at Chandra, who was sitting comfortably in the copilot seat. For the moment the ship was cruising on course and only needed one or the other of them to glance at it every few minutes. And so Chandra had her legs curled up beneath her and a huge brown and gold tome open across her legs.

  Gavreel smiled at the picture she made, rather like a contented cat. He cast his eye over the spiky gold hair he had come to love running his fingers through, and even though he couldn’t see the brown eyes reading over the words of the tome quickly, he knew they would be bright and a warm brown, excited to be reabsorbing some much loved history.

  “Aha!” she interrupted his thoughts, a definite tone of gloating in her voice. Gavreel smiled and as their eyes met, he discovered he had been correct. Warm brown eyes held a glint of excitement and pure contentment. “I told you so,” she preened.

  Gavreel felt a smile slash across his face, and his heart lift a little at her excitement. It had been years since he had really relaxed and enjoyed a female’s company. Rebeka, his first love and Michael’s mother, had died tragically and suddenly, ripping much of his world apart.

  Janni, the mother of his twins, Rylan and Simeon, might have lived a decent amount of time, until she had been about eighty, but even though he had loved her, by that stage he had begun to close himself off to women and love, still scarred by the hole Rebeka’s death had left in him.

  More than that, he had been terrified the woman he opened up and shared his soul with would pass on, leaving him truly broken, alone and terrified. And so he had always held some distance between himself and the fairer gender.

  Although for completely different reasons, both of his more serious romantic relationships had crumbled. Gavreel had never really come close again to truly opening himself. He belatedly realized what he’d been missing out on by never truly experiencing everything a loving, open, giving relationship could offer.

  He could now see that even though he had honestly loved both women, he had never really fully trusted them, which a true, honest love needed to flourish. Gavreel closed his eyes for just a second, sending a prayer to ask for forgiveness, wherever Rebeka and Janni now were.

  Gavreel still felt slightly shocked that it was Chandra, above all others, with whom he seemed to share this delicate new trust. Chandra, with whom he had argued and bickered endlessly over obscure reference points both in journals, and eventually over comm calls, and whenever they had bumped into each other at gatherings.

  He found it amusing and comforting that they still disagreed vehemently over certain philosophical and academic points. Even though both their lives had drastically changed when they completed each other’s Soul Circles recently, and even though he now felt an incredible sexual hunger for her, much of the basis for their friendship and relationship had not altered.

  This gave him hope, as in a comforting manner it showed to him that where it counted with each other, they trusted implicitly and truly loved each other. How else to explain why neither got upset or offended when the other started arguing strongly over some obscure point?

  Gavreel smiled wryly as he also acknowledged the still present frissons of doubt and worry, the mild panic over joining himself fully and completely to another woman, vampire or not. Now they had merged souls he truly did feel complete and replete, as if all those small missing pieces of himself had been handed back to him. Yet he also felt worried.

  If something happened to Chandra, if those pieces of her soul were ripped from him, he would never, ever be the same again. He might heal eventually, or he might not, but he would never again be this complete, this fulfilled.

  Gavreel took a grip on himself and purposely pushed that particular worry and doubt aside, refusing to allow himself to dwell on something so out of his control. Instead, he thought of the better ramifications. His heart began to pick up speed, beat faster as he realized over time his and Chandra’s heat phases would merge in sync.

  There was no specific rule to how it would take place, or how long it would take. It might only be a few years, or it might be decades but, Goddess willing, they would eventually slide into sync, and then they had an incredibly good chance of eventually creating a child together.

  Gavreel laughed silently at the thought of a child of Chandra and him. A more hot-headed, bookish vampire would surely never exist.

  “Are you listening, Gav?” Chandra said impatiently. He turned back toward her and smiled.

  “Sorry, my dear, just daydreaming. You found the temple reference from Klampor and the Goddess Adedenious I denied existed, I assume?”

  “You bet your ass I did. Here, read this and grovel,” she said in what could only be described as a smug manner.

  Gavreel grinned, pleased for her, and took the heavy tome she offered him with a grunt. His eyes quickly scanned the page and easily found the paragraph Chandra had felt so victorious over.

  He quickly read the contents, going back and rereading it more slowly and carefully. Once done, Gavreel flipped to the start of the ancient tome, still keeping the pages Chandra had found held with his thumb, and curiously checked out the title and author of the tome.

  Nodding in approval, Gavreel mentally filed the data away, interested to read the entire tome at a later date.

  “Well, my dear,” he said clearly and easily, “you were certainly right, if Llewellyn Glampartin knows what he writes of. Give me another second…” Gavreel smiled, but ignored the smug pride radiating from Chandra, and bent back to reread the few small paragraphs one last time before commenting.

  No sense in rushing things, this was important to both of their quests.

  Sure enough, the tome documented an ancient temple of Klampor, in which the priestesses had registered receiving the presence of Goddess Adedenious and taking “her power” into safekeeping. Gavreel read the rest of the paragraph and frowned.

  He looked up from the tome and chewed over the possible meanings and ramifications of the knowledge listed here. Often information and articles were slippery things, couched in one light or another either for the author’s personal agenda or the publisher’s.

  Gavreel admitted the agenda was almost always long, long gone by the time he became interested in the text, but the fact remained this point, like so very many before it, was particularly vague and hyped up to become a legend and not a factually based documentary.

  “I think this is an excellent start, Chandra, but you must admit this doesn’t explain how to find the Rune of Knowledge, or even any real details on this temple the Goddess Adedenious’ power was given hold to. It only records they took ‘it’ into their keeping, which could easily have been anything from a token of her thanks blown out of proportion, to the true Rune.”

  He had to smile as Chandra rolled her eyes in exasperation, and sighed. Truly, he wasn’t trying to shoot her theory down, as well she knew. If she had believed he was picking on her or tearing her work to pieces, she likely would have leapt from her seat to throttle him, not merely sighed and made a rude gesture at him.

  “Well, of course, it’s vague. Tell me truthfully, in a blood vow if you must, when have you ever found a neat recipe for finding any artifact written in ‘a, b, c’ instructions?”

  Gavreel chuckled and acknowledged the hit. His grin widened as Chandra nodded back to him and continued speaking quickly.

  “It’s not as if Llewellyn, and certainly not the priestesses or anyone else, are going to leave easy-to-follow instructions in a printed text. None of them ever do. You know half of this academic stuff is traveling and proving oneself right.”

  Gavreel watched as Chandra paused, ran a hand through her short, spiky blonde hair. She looked up and caught his eye. He knew instinctively she didn’t want to, but she was waiting for him to agree with her.
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br />   “You know you are right, my dear,” he said softly, smiling as she grimaced and crossed her legs underneath her on the seat.

  “Honestly?” she said forcefully, obviously getting into her stride, “I bet we will be able to work it out when we get into the temple itself. That’s what my gut says. We know the temple should be there, regardless of whether the reference is valid or not, and we even have a rough idea of where the temple itself stands. Considering I know you’ve been on quests and searches on far less than this, you have to at least have faith in this. What more could you possibly want?”

  Gavreel chuckled, Chandra’s passion flowing over him. She felt so damn strongly about this, he could do nothing but respect her for it. Many other academics felt awed by his reputation, unwilling to voice their thoughts, hypotheses or real opinions. It had, from the very beginning, been so refreshing to always know exactly where he stood with Chandra.

  “Very true, my love, you do deserve credit for this,” Gavreel agreed truthfully. He grinned widely as he watched Chandra’s eyes darken, her pupils dilate with lust and desire.

  Gavreel would never have admitted it, as he knew his woman truly didn’t mean to share, or “burden him” as she thought of it, with her blinding hunger, the raging lust and heat which seared through her, but Gavreel could feel her hunger quiver through her, making her feel both powerful and weak.

  With age came some level of control over the heat phase all vampires went through. Gavreel knew that for a fact, as he assumed did Chandra. He knew Chandra didn’t want to pressure him into exploring their newly found sexual feelings for one another by making him feel like some a stud ordered to perform upon command.

  But what he hadn’t been able to convince her of yet was that he enjoyed sharing her heat. He wanted her body just as much as she, in her heat, wanted him, but he genuinely liked to share her loss of control.

  Gavreel had found he loved the freedom of being able to let go sexually with his partner, particularly a vampiress, and not having to hold back his sexuality, or dampen it down for fear of scaring his partner or harming her in any way.

  Tell me you hunger, my love, he asked her silently. Show me and let me know how it truly is, not the polite façade we show the rest of the world.

  Even as he sent her his thoughts, opened his mind to her, he could feel the heat seeping into his cock. He could feel himself lengthen, swell out to his aroused state, and the pleasure of his desire sharpened to almost pain. He could feel his cock lift up, strain and struggle against the confines of his clothes.

  The thickness swelled to uncomfortably stretch the pants of his skinsuit and made him wish for the more comfortable, casual pants in his bag. His cock felt full, thick and hot, and heavy enough to burst the pants of his skinsuit.

  He laughed softly, amused to realize in the space of thirty seconds the tables had reversed. Now it wasn’t Chandra who needed him as a stud, but he who needed her as an open, wet and willing body. He projected the image to her, as well as his heavy amusement at the ease with which the power between them could shift and turn.

  Chandra bit her lip to smother a laugh, Gavreel knew. He could feel the amusement and hunger positively radiate from her. The wicked glint shining in her eyes acknowledged his point and he felt as if they could work out any difference ever coming between them.

  Behind it all though, Gavreel could feel her heart was still bruised and slightly wary. As he felt the same—overjoyed with their new bond, a new, pure love forming between them, but worry and doubt nibbled the edges. Gavreel knew it would take patience and time to get things perfectly right between them. But they were vampires, they had plenty of time, and more than enough knowledge between them. Gavreel had faith in them both.

  He closed the brown and gold tome, which lay half forgotten in his hands and lap, and placed it gently on the floor.

  “Chandra,” he chided gently, softly, “you know I am more than happy to help ease the heat in you. Surely you can feel the burn of my own desire, or even see it.” He threw a wry glance down at his pants and the massive erection straining there.

  “Not many women have the reality of their fantasy of a willing stud, a man more than happy, willing and able to perform practically on command.”

  Gavreel smiled, grinning wider as Chandra laughed. Her eyes had darkened further upon looking at the impressive shaft filling his pants, her hunger burning hotter, harder.

  “As long as we’re not in the middle of a firefight or in view of masses of public, you should surely know by now that I am fairly easy when it comes to you,” he added huskily, forcing himself to sit in his seat and not pick her up and lay her on the floor so he could tear her skinsuit from her.

  Gavreel saw the dawning wonder and trust light her eyes first. They warmed her brown eyes even more, making her seem like some woodland sprite from ages gone. Gavreel sucked in a deep breath and hoped beyond everything that he might finally have managed to get through to her his honest need to be here, and his true and deep sexual desire for her.

  “How much longer do we have?” he asked, his voice deep and a naughty twinkle in his eye.

  “About half an hour ‘til we have to start the landing procedures,” she said, an answering twinkle in her eye.

  “Perfect.” He reached across the space dividing them, and grabbed her hand. He tugged on her lightly, relieved when she played along, stood up and came to stand in front of him. With the lightest touch of his fingers, he undid and removed her skinsuit, shocked but unbearably excited to see she wore nothing beneath it.

  As she toed off her shoes, he held her steady as she stepped out of the skinsuit. He still remained in his copilot seat, not wanting the hassle of having to remove and replace the cot at the far end of the cabin.

  He felt his face split into a grin as Chandra knelt before him, bent down, and began to remove his shoes.

  “That is a favorite position of men galaxy-wide, you know, my love,” he purred teasingly, knowing she had positioned herself kneeling before his feet on purpose. When she pulled one shoe free, and turned her face to look fully up at him, she smiled, an eager, vixenish smile that sent the heat, and his blood, even further south. His cock tightened painfully, and he knew once again he wouldn’t be able to move slowly, treasure her as she fully deserved.

  He had no idea if he simply picked up on Chandra’s heat unconsciously, driving himself nuts, or if she simply drove him wild. He had a feeling they would both have much less time in the future to argue in their writings, or spend hours on end in libraries and studying ancient texts.

  Gavreel could easily see a lifetime’s worth of verbal arguments and carnal make-ups and sexual explorations in their future. Neither would ever have time to be bored or lonely again.

  He felt his second shoe removed and reached out to grasp Chandra’s shoulder as she lifted herself easily to straddle him on the seat. As she reached up to kiss his lips, he felt her heat explode over him as if she had combusted. Her heat and hungry need rushed over him like a wave of pure lust and craving, so potent he felt he could physically reach out and touch it.

  He laughed quietly as she ripped his skinsuit, eager hands fumbling with the fastenings. He heard the thin material tear as she swore and tugged harder. Laughing, he maneuvered his body to help her pull the suit out of his arms and skim it down over his hips.

  Their bodies grazing each other, they both reached down together to pull the suit from his feet.

  “You aren’t wearing briefs either,” Chandra said, amazed. He found himself grinning like a fool.

  “I felt rather the same way when you stripped, my dear. Knowing you wore nothing under your skinsuit is not helping keep my libido in check.”

  He felt his cock lengthen even further as she carefully grasped him, fisting it in her hand and her delicate finger twirling the pre-cum around the heated tip of his penis.

  “I don’t want you to keep yourself in check. I am rather fond of the potent, more feral you.”

  Gavreel gr
unted, unable to answer her as his throat had closed over with the rush of lust he felt from them both. They almost appeared to be feeding from one another, their lusts a living, breathing entity.

  “Careful, Chandra,” he warned, “or this won’t be gentle.”

  “I don’t want gentle, Gav,” she said seriously, looking deep into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me raw, right now.”

  Gav moaned and spread her legs wider over himself, opening her pussy to him. He reached a hand down and stroked her lips, separating them and opening her to him.

  She moaned, shifted her legs herself to grant him easier access. She was dripping wet, her creamy juices flowing freely.

  “You’re so wet,” he exclaimed, surprised.

  “You’re so hard,” she countered breathlessly. She fisted him and stroked him again, sending his need into overdrive.

  “I can’t—” He cut himself off, taking a deep breath to try and regain his composure.

  “I don’t want you to,” she moaned, stroking his entire length again.

  Gavreel exploded into action. He removed her hands, pulling them behind her back and holding them steady in one of his much larger hands. Effectively bound, he then separated her labia again, flicking her clit and enjoying the muffled scream that came from her.

  He could feel her pleasure wash over him, knew she was perfectly ready and primed to explode which pleased him, as he felt on the edge himself.

  He shifted them both carefully, retaining a firm grip on her hands, intrigued to realize from the emotions washing over him from her that having her hands restrained turned her on unbearably. He filed that piece of information away for use later on.

  He positioned his cock just barely inside her weeping pussy, and with a hand on her hips, guided her gently down upon his shaft. He was thick, knew from the slow, sensual way she lowered herself onto him she enjoyed the friction of him entering her tight pussy. He let her take her time, drawing them both out erotically.

  When she finally settled down upon him, fully encasing his thick shaft, they both breathed heavily and looked at each other. He wrapped an arm around her back, still keeping a hold of her hands and they kissed passionately. He throbbed inside her, and her wet pussy clasped him tightly.