The Darkening (Guardians of Ascension 6.50)

“Yes, I’m Samuel. ” He stared into large, dark blue eyes, her light floral scent still swirling in his head and fracturing his thoughts.

He forgot about where he was as he stepped toward her, dragged her against his chest, and kissed her. Her arms flowed easily around his neck. Nothing had ever felt more natural or more right.

He had to taste her, to see if the floral scent also had a flavor, and it did.

She moaned as he drove his tongue into her mouth, pushing and seeking, savoring.

He wanted his tongue between her legs doing the same thing. Then his cock. He wanted his mouth on her winglocks, sucking, his fangs striking her neck and her blood down his throat.

He arched his hips into her so that she could feel his arousal and all that he had to offer, all that he intended to give her right now.

Vela drove her fingers into Samuel’s thick black hair as he pummeled her mouth. She lived in a dream, one that swirled this way then that, like she was caught in a dizzying carnival ride, and she couldn’t get enough.

She wanted more, to feel him inside her, low and deep. She ached between her legs, needing him.

Even her vein throbbed. She grabbed one of his hands and put it to her throat.

He groaned as he stroked her neck and her vein rose for him.

She arched her neck, she felt him shift, she even felt saliva as he bathed her throat with his tongue. He would strike soon. His fangs would pierce her throat.

She was so close.

Then suddenly everything shifted. At least three warriors were on Samuel, pulling him away from her.

Vela shouted at them. “What are you doing? Stop this. He’s mine. He belongs to me. ” Samuel started roaring at the ceiling, and more of his beautiful dark mist poured off his skin swirling in the air. She drank it in as Luken and Santiago hauled him backward. He fought like a madman but the men were vampire strong and held him.

She struggled to get to him only then realizing that someone held her back.

“Mon dieu, cherie, please stop fighting me. We have to separate you just for this moment. I beg you. ” Jean-Pierre, the beautiful Frenchman had her trapped. But why?

She shoved elbows into him and finally whirled and scratched at him.

Every time Samuel let out another roar, she fought harder.

“Thorne,” Jean-Pierre called out.

“We need Alison here. This is not right.

Vela cannot calm down and I fear hurting her. ” She saw her opportunity and kneed Jean-Pierre hard. He grunted, doubled over, and suddenly she was free.

She raced, folded, then landed on Samuel, throwing her arms around him.

Her weight, combined with his, took him to the floor. The other warriors reached for him again as the alarms once more shrieked. She didn’t understand all that was happenin

g, but she had her man in her arms and held onto him.

When Thorne reached down for her, she hissed, long and loud and formed a spider-like pose over Samuel. Luken’s face looked like a hurricane had hit him.

Thorne said, “Well this is new. ” Vela understood exactly what had to be done and with a thought, she took Samuel into that dreamy place where she’d lived the recent nightmare, dark around the edges, but still in the workout center. At least now, Samuel was safe.

She still spidered over him, but she scanned the area beyond the boundaries of the dark space. Behind her, Jean-Pierre stood bent over, his hands on his knees, his face red. In front of her, Luken, Thorne, and Santiago stood in an arc, looking confused. It seemed clear to her that though she had a perfect view of all of them, they couldn’t see her.

The dreamy place allowed her to see out yet remain unseen. Exactly what she needed.

Luken shook his head. “Shit, she folded Samuel out of here. ” But Thorne, who had power-on- power, stood back and surveyed where they’d just been. “No. She didn’t. Neither did he. I can sense both of them. They’re still here. Well, what do you know; they’re in the darkening. ”

“Que?” Santiago said.