Page 69 of Taken By the Vampires
“Every last word of it,” Davon said.
“Did I miss something?” Mom asked.
I chuckled, “I’ll tell you later, Mom. There’s been a few… changes.”
Chapter Forty Seven
Cassius placed a cup of coffee into my hands as Davon adjusted the blanket over my shoulders. “Warm enough?”
He nuzzled my neck. I tilted my head, enjoying the slide of his lips and warm breath over my skin. “Hmmm. Toasty.”
Why wouldn’t I be toasty, surrounded my three men, who didn’t want to leave my side? Not that I wanted them to. I enjoyed the press of their hard bodies against mine, their frequent touches, their kisses. The anticipation of more.
And they never let me down. Ever.
“I can’t believe the difference a month has made.” My heart leapt with joy. They were different, my Vampires, than when we’d first met.
Davon’s smiles were wider. Cassius jokes were worse, if possible, and Xander? Well, I’d never seen him so relaxed—if you could call a mountain lion relaxed. But a happy mountain lion. A mountain lion who spent hours and hours and hours outside. In the fresh, crisp air his skin was tanned and healthy, his body even more toned than it naturally was – and that was saying something because his abs wereetched.
They all were.
“I like the direction of your thoughts,” Davon said as Cassius’ arms tightened around me.
“Shhh. Mom will hear,” I laughed. We’d settled back into the farm, which was really much too small for the five of us, but they’d insisted on living here, rather than at the mansion.
I understood that too. They couldn’t wait to get away from the house that had been their gilded prison for so long.
Their emotions had rolled through me as they took that first step over the barrier that was destroyed with the end of the curse. The freedom their souls felt had made me cry, and then when they’d comforted me, it had made me cry all the more.
They’d looked about in absolute wonder at the changes to the landscape and the town when we’d driven home. I would never live another day without being grateful, looking at things through their eyes.
We were getting better at not broadcasting our emotions all over the place, except for the simmering sexual attraction that was a constant fire in my blood. I would never get enough of them. Touching them. Tasting them. Talking to them. Feeling them.
It was just as well. We were going to be together for a very long time. Centuries, in fact. Now that we’d joined, our lives were intertwined. We had an eternity to explore each other.
“Mom doesn’t care.” The front door opened and my mother stepped out onto the veranda. She was a vision of health. Her skin was pink and dewy. Her eyes were lit with humor andlife. Her hair was light and bouncy. She’d managed to put on a few pounds and was nicely shaped, albeit still a little slender. At least the effects of her illness were fading fast. It was good to see, and my heart grew lighter each time I saw it. It was something else I had to thank my Vampires for.
“Mom!” Heat infused my cheeks.
“Oh, hush. I’m not a silly young thing. I know how it feels to find the man, well, men, you love. I know what the bond is, too, so you can stop being embarrassed and just enjoy it,” Mom said.
She’d accepted all three of them into her house and treated them all like the sons she never had. Which was strange considering they were twenty times her age. But, as she’d said, they were her sons-in-law and she was going to be the best mother-in-law around town. She’d lived up her word.
A truck pulled into the drive. The door opened and a mature man stepped out. He waved at us, a smile on his face, his gaze focussed on Mom. It was Hal, the owner of the largest farm outside of town. Quite the silver fox, I’d always thought.
This time I saw a blush steal over Mom’s face but I resisted the urge to tease her about it. “Don’t wait up for me,” she said as she trotted down the steps.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” I chuckled as Mom’s face brightened. Hal opened the door for her and gave us a wave before returning to the driver’s side. The truck reversed and disappeared down the road with a happy toot and roar of an engine.
“Something tells me she won’t be back tonight,” Davon said.
I groaned into my hand. “I don’t like to think of Mom like –that.”
“Your Mom is a lovely, mature woman who has opened her heart and house to us. She deserves every good thing that comes her way,” Cassius said.
I beamed up at him, knowing he meant every word. Despite everything that had happened to them, they weren’t bitter or twisted or filled with hate. Some days I wondered how they managed. If it were me, I’d be a raging ball of spit and anger, I was sure of it.
Xander appeared around the corner of the house wearing a pair of well-worn jeans and a tight, black t-shirt that stretched around thick biceps and a flat stomach, despite the definite chill in the air. I didn’t mind that at all. His jeans scrunched in all the right places, accentuating his lean legs, powerful thighs and packed manhood. My blood simmered with arousal that never was too far from the surface.
