Once his decision had been made he found himself back in the yard of his plantation home, along with Jacob, Luc and Jon. After searching the house and discovering a month had passed, they each took off in a vehicle for the city. Having no idea what had become of the rest of the brethren, his first inclination was to reach out telepathically to them only to suddenly realize he no longer had that ability. Speaking mind to mind was only one of the perks he knew he was going to miss from his long existence as an immortal. When Micah and Tasha had come bounding from the bayou to greet him as he headed to the garage, he discovered his lack of superhuman strength was going to be a difficult one to adjust to, especially around his cats.
After calming them down and assuring they were in good health, his urge to see Abby became his topmost priority. Having to pull out one of the four vehicles he owned but rarely drove made him regret his inability to simply teleport where he wanted to go in a matter of minutes the most. Still, he was enjoying his stroll through the streets of his city, finding pleasure in seeing the historical architecture and recalling its past from personal experience, his memory one of the things he apparently was allowed to retain. As he entered the cool interior of Abby’s bookstore, his palm started to itch, the featherlike teasing sensation apparently another bonus he still had.
Walking up to the counter, he smiled at Abby’s part-time assistant. “Hello, Nan. Is Abby around?” he asked her when he didn’t see Abby.
“You’ve been a bit scarce lately, Damien,” Nan accused him. She had been here when he picked Abby up after work and remembered vividly her happiness at seeing him as well as her despondency the past few weeks. Since her obvious melancholy and red rimmed eyes started after he quit showing up for her, Nan had deduced that they had split.
“Unavoidable, but I’m back now. Which I’ll explain to her as soon as you tell me where she is,” he stated coolly, understanding but not liking the rebuke. As if he would ever leave Abby willingly.
Nan gave in, mostly because she knew Abby would want to see him again, if, for no other reason, than to get closure. “She’s in the back, in the storeroom.” Nan watched him head to the back of the store, his stride swift, eager and purposeful, giving her reason to think she made the right decision.
Abby swore as she dropped the small stack of books she lifted out of the box then bent to pick them up, her vision wavering behind unshed tears that never seemed to be far away. Everywhere she went, everywhere she looked she found memories of Damien and had to clench her teeth against
the wave of hopeless, bitter pain that she constantly struggled with. Every time she made the trip out to his property, she ached with knowing he wasn’t going to be there, her pain increasing with each day that passed without his return. Yesterday, when she had met Caitlin and Grace there for dinner, they admitted for the first time that they each thought the members of the brethren had fulfilled their destiny and would not be returning to them. As bitter and heart wrenching as that was to believe, they were all proud of having been a significant part of giving them the ability to rid the world of Isabelle’s evil reign.
Her return to her apartment only reminded her of how they all supported her when she bought the building and started her store. She went to sleep reliving memories of her rescue from her uncle, of the way Damien had taken her under his wing and seen to her every need, of how the rest of his ‘family’ had welcomed her with open arms, true caring and protection. She had loved him as her avenging angel, then as her guardian turned friend and finally as her mate.
Standing, she clutched the books to her chest then stopped abruptly when the side of her breast started to beat in an erotic rhythm she hasn’t experienced in over four long weeks. “Damien,” she whispered longingly, a fragile flame of hope igniting inside of her. She held her breath, her eyes fixated on the open door as that erotic response moved slowly down to her nipples, their stiffening from a sudden ache of arousal sending a similar message to her pussy. The warm gush of moisture greeted her first sight of him in a month, and with a cry, she dropped the books again and launched herself at him, a million questions shoved aside in favor of simply holding him again.
“Abby,” Damien murmured into her hair, his body responding so quickly, so forcefully to the feel of her against him again, he staggered back against the wall. Filling his hand with the thickness of her sable hair, he pulled her tear drenched face away, took a second to gaze down at the blue eyes that have been his undoing since she was a child and then took her damp, lush mouth in a hard, possessive kiss, his tongue reuniting with hers before relearning every inch of her succulent mouth. The need for her consumed him like a flame sucking up oxygen and had him reaching under her skirt to rip off her panties and plunging into her, her pussy drenching him with a welcoming, vise like clamp.
Lust clawed at Abby, just as hot and sharp as always. When he filled his hands with her buttocks and lifted her, her legs went around his waist, clutching him as tightly as her pussy was milking his thick girth. “More,” she moaned, leaning her head against the wall when he spun them around. “God, Damien, please, more.”
He had missed her whimpering pleas, missed the way her muscles squeezed and massaged his cock right before he felt the slickness of her release. Pounding into her, he managed to say, “There will always be more, Abrielle, I promise you.”
He saw the questions in her eyes, questions that could wait until the storm of their lust was sated. Within moments they were coming together, his seed mingling with her release to create a new life to welcome their reunion.
Fifteen minutes later, Damien stepped outside, Abby’s hand clutched in his as they walked toward the sunset that burned with the glow of a raging fire and the promise to rise again.