Page 15 of Lucy

CHAPTER 7

Lucy

The first day of freedomand I felt like a new colt stumbling about on my spindly legs. My senses were in overdrive as I got my first real glimpse of the castle, and it was glorious.

The gardens were an elaborate mixture of perfectly manicured hedges and razor-sharp greens. The fragrance from the flowers tickled my nose as the sun warmed my skin.

In the month that I had been in the vampire royal court, I had been strapped to a bed in the bowels of the castle and put on house arrest until I learned to control my cravings. I had also been assigned the two hottest men in existence to guard my every move.

Not to mention that I was in love with one of them and confused by my growing feelings for the other. I clearly didn’t have a handle on all thing’s vampire.

However, all was not lost; now that I was granted freedom, my magic had been restored to me.

I moved my fingers experimentally and felt the electric sparks indicating that it was ready and willing to do my bidding. I had missed my magic just as one would miss a limb if it were removed.

“Don’t do anything you might regret,” Henry admonished as he reached out to touch my arm. “Ouch!”

He jerked back as I accidentally zapped him.

I turned abruptly and grabbed his shirt, zapping him again.

“Fuck! Ouch!”

“What are you doing?” Marcus’ arms went to my shoulders as he pulled me back against his chest.

I felt the magic still running uneasily inside of me.

Henry’s hair was a little mussed and possibly smoking. His eyes were thunderous. I sank into Marcus and heard his soft groan as my ass met up with the fly of his pants.

“I’m sorry!” I swallowed hard, “I really didn’t mean to. I think my magic needs a release; it’s been restrained for too long.”

The light in Henry’s eyes softened, and it dawned on me that he probably thought I was attacking him.

I heard Marcus’ soft chuckle and it was like kryptonite. With his body around mine and his chin restingon the top of my headI felt safe and protected. But there was also the swift desire that raced through me.

I blushed and pushed out of his arms.

Henry rubbed his large hand over his face and looked away. “Are you wearing a bra?”

I looked down at the same time Marcus did and saw my nipples pressing firmly against the thin material of my shirt. A wave of embarrassment swept over me, and I automatically looked up into Marcus’ face. His eyes had dilated, and I knew if he opened his mouth, I would see a bit of fang.

I wrapped my arms across my chest. “I don’t like bras.”

While strictly speaking, this statement was true, it wasn’t the reason I didn’t have one on. I felt like the bras that I brought with me were too small. I had grown at least half a cup size in my second transitioning. It was like going through puberty twice.

My hips were a little curvier, and my breasts were definitely fuller. I had managed to hide some of the changes by wearing an oversized shirt. But I couldn’t force myself to wear the bra that cut into my skin and barely covered anything.

“Lucy, it is so very good to see you out and about.” Oblivious of our awkwardness, Joanie approached our trio with her three handsome mates in tow.

I smiled through clenched teeth, “It is nice to have a bit of freedom.”

Joanie’s eyes searched my face for a long moment. “Trust me, I of all people understand. Listen, I hate to be rude, but can I borrow Lucy for a moment?”

I could sense Henry and Marcus stiffen. Did they honestly think that Joanie would harm me?

“Sure,” I answered for them, and followed as she led me down a soft path to a bench that we could sit on.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, the concern evident in her eyes.

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