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Olan
“You mustn’t do this. She would be so upset if I let you outside, Sashimi,” I said, scolding the littlekatas she flicked her small tail. She watched as a killdeer hopped around chirping from the grass. She looked back at me imploringly.
I sighed. It was my fault; I had started this with the Disian mouse, creating it from shadow.
“Very well. I will not let you outside, but... It is very hard to say no to your small face,” I said, waving a hand at the shadow from one of Aurora’s hanging plants. It peeled off and formed a killdeer and began hopping around the living room.
Sashimi crouched down, slowly stalking her shadowy prey.
“You spoil her,”min elskedewhispered from behind me.
She was wearing one of the shirts she purchased for me to try. I still preferred what I fashioned from my shadows. Seeing her now, I liked how the maroon oversized V-neck tee-shirt covered her, hanging beguilingly off one shoulder. It draped well past her knees, and knowing she chose to wear my shirtover anything else made me feel proud, protective, and, as we liked to joke, territorial.
“You both are easy to spoil,min lille skat. I was thinking about making chocolate chip banana pancakes for lunch this afternoon.”I walked over, scooping her up in my arms and kissing her deeply.
She became pliant in my arms. I savored her feelings, her lusty thoughts, her trust in me to take care of all of her needs. It was heady, and I felt myhanestiffening in my pants.
I broke our kiss, nipping her lips lightly and soothing them with my tongue.“You must eat. It has been hours, and I need to see you fed.”
She made a frustrated sound.“Is this an offshoot of the whole breeding me thing? I feel like that should take precedence.”
I chuckled, loving that she felt so comfortable with me that she could tease and be a bit of a brat from time to time.“Food takes precedence because you need to be healthy overall. A healthy wife is more able to take my cock as many times as necessary in order to be bred.”
“That actually makes sense,”she grumbled.
She wiggled and sighed. Taking the hint, I left her down.
“Then I suppose, being a healthy wife, I should shower,alone, while you make lunch.”She giggled, dodging my swat on herrøvas she left the room.
Not even ten minutes later, she came back in the room smelling harshly of antibacterial soap, and her hair was tossed up without the usual Essie’s Beauty Potions products smell. She wore a long white tunic and black leggings and slides, clothes she wore around the house.
“Olan, Rocio just called. They are calling everyone in who will come. Nash and Irene never came back from the O’Sheahouse. They won’t pick up anyone’s calls. I tried, too. Will you take me in?” She grabbed a banana, peeling it quickly.
“Of course,min lille skat.” I quickly took the pan off the stove. With a snap and a puff of velvety dark magic, the cookware was clean, and the ingredients were put away.
I snapped, and Sashimi had a serving of her cat food for the evening, because I was not allowingmin skatto face this unknown without me.
“Let’s go.” I opened my arms, andmin elskedeleapt into them.
We traveled by well, of course, and came around to the front to see every space filled. People were even parked on the sides along the road.
I took us swiftly inside the deserted lobby. We could hear excited chatter, the sound brittle, like unfired clay.
“The conference room,” she said, worry evident on her face.
“We will find them,” I assured, because we would.
Quick strides down the hall led us to a room almost overflowing with enforcers, some I knew, like Rocio, Isla, Cece, Selene, and CJ. I also recognized the mistress of the preserve, dressed as casually as I’ve ever seen her in dark gray sweats. There were others whom I didn’t know, all dressed like her, likely pulled from their beds or morning activities. Their voices raised in speculation as they talked over one another.
“I had thought maybe they had finally gotten together, you know?” Vickie implored them to understand. “Maybe they talked to the O'Sheas, then got a little sidetracked on the way back. But when I next looked up, I realized almost four hours had passed. So, I called Nash. He wouldn’t answer; I called Irene... she wouldn’t answer. Then I saw their personal cars were still here, and the SUV they took wasn’t back.”
“No, Vickie, this isn’t your fault,” Rocio comforted and patted her shoulder.
“You couldn’t have known, Vic,” CJ rumbled.
“Their trackers last pinged at the O’Shea residence, but they went dead shortly after that last transmission. Someone knew how to block the enchantment on their uniforms,” The vampire interrupted.
