Wild and Free

I love you too, bao bei, with everything I am, and I’ll do it until the sun falls from the sky.

I’ve waited three lifetimes for you, and now that I’ve got you, I’m keepin’ you.

Is there more about the world I don’t know? Like, does Superman exist?” I asked. “Vampires and werewolves roam the earth. It’s a possibility,” he answered. I smiled as I asked, “Could you kick his ass?” “Absolutely,” he replied. “Cocky,” I muttered.

Abel caught my eyes, and half a second later he was bending over me, his face an inch away. “Why are you crying ?” he demanded to know, then didn’t wait for my answer. He ripped the phone out of my hand, straightened , put it to his ear, and clipped, “You made her cry.

Mine,” he growled in a deep, guttural, forceful way that even I, who had no clue what was happening, I just knew I didn’t like it one…single…bit, agreed. When he said “mine,” he meant me. Uh-oh.

Acceptance is a word not in Delilah Johnson’s vocabulary,” Avery announced. “I’m sure you’ve noted why.” It was dawning on him. “Because she sees no difference. She doesn’t have to accept, because she doesn’t even begin to judge.” Avery nodded again. “She takes everyone just as they are. Even under frightening circumstances and even more frightening explanations, she took Abel’s side almost immediately. The power of that, Lucien, coupled with her capacity for love, loyalty, hope…There is nothing more powerful than that on the planet. Delilah is not all that we are. Delilah represents all that we can be.

Jesus, he loved her. She wasn’t a dream come true. She was a fucking fantasy come to life.

I know one thing deep in my heart. I will never forget yesterday, when my brother found what he needed to take away his pain.

I was pressed to the wall and held there by his body. “Searchin’,” he whispered, his different colored eyes burning into mine. “My whole life, searchin’ for something, missing something, something I did not know. Until I found you. And my whole life is a long fuckin’ life to be needing something I could not find.

He’d also dreamed of her laughing, burying her face in his chest, her dark hair all around, her mirth vibrating through his skin, his flesh, straight into his heart.

You leave, we follow. We gotta fight, we fall, shit happens.

I love you,” she whispered, and the stillness became warmth that wasn’t the blaze of anger but a soothing balm so beautiful, in centuries, he’d never experienced anything like it. He knew she loved him. She’d mostly said it. But not straight out. Not like that. But she wasn’t done. “I love the way you love your family. I love how protective you are, of me and of everyone you love. I love how into me you are. I love how you seem to be able to give me everything I need before I even know I need it. I love that you say you’re sorry straight up when you feel those words. I love that you’re beautiful to look at. I love that that beauty runs so deep, even when I have it for eternity, I know I’ll never find the end. I love the way you touch me. I love the way you smell. I love the way you dress. I love the feel of your hair. I love the sound of your laugh. I love that you’re smart. I love that you’re fierce. I love that I know I have thousands of more things I love about you, and I love that you’d stand there, holding me and listening to me, even if it took a year for me to say them.

I’d die for her. I’m two hundred and five years old and I’ve been raised with love. I’ve been blessed with family. I’ve shown and been gifted with loyalty. I’ve known joy. But I’ve never felt complete until I had Delilah.

Even if it’s to my peril, I think it’s pertinent to point out at this juncture that you’re in a serious fucking jealous rage and I haven’t even kissed you yet.

Terrific. I’m named after the brother who was murdered and you’re named after the bitch who stole her man’s strength and betrayed him to his enemies. Fuck.” His eyes came back to mine and he dropped his hand. “We’re screwed.

Regardless of the extraneous shit and the centuries I had to wait to get what was mine, destiny fuckin’ loves me.

Callum leaned toward Abel. “Feel it,” he said quietly. “Abel, you’re fortunate. I know. You have many brothers, as do I. But now, you have two more.

He looked to his daughter. “Trust you to find a warrior this good-lookin’. Fuck me, little girl, not a man I clapped eyes on in my life was a match for you, ’cept this motherfucker,

I love that that beauty runs so deep, even when I have it for eternity, I know I’ll never find the end.

This was it. This was us. This was what we’d be. Wild and free.

It takes time, but you come to terms with the fact that you were blessed, having once had it at all.

Don’t piss me off, Abel, or I’ll blast you with my blue light,” she shot back, and it wasn’t entirely a joke.

Sonia, Leah, and I bonded over being werewolf/ vampire bitches

He’d told me time and again to live my life, enjoy it, figure out who I was and what I wanted, and only then go out and find it. And when I did, not to settle for anything less.

Your heart’s beating so hard, it sounds like it’s about to tear out of your chest. I did that to you. And I’m not a monster?” “My heart is beating hard because I’m feeling a lot right now, and not all of it is fear, Abel,” I told him.

Oh, just shut up and fuck me so we can get on with saving the world.

Her pussy convulsed around his dick, but her eyes got huge. “More?” she asked. “More,” he confirmed. Her voice pitched higher. “Now?” “Right now,” he returned. “You can, we’re gonna see how much you can take when I fuck your mouth. Then I’m gonna take your cunt again the way I like you, on your hands and knees in front of me.

our fates are in the hands of humanity. I don’t understand that. I also don’t like it.” “Humans have the capacity for a great deal of love. Generosity. Kindness. Hope,” she told him. “They also have the capacity for a great deal of hate. Judgment. Envy. Prejudice. And they’ve proven over centuries that they do not handle fear very well,” he returned. She slid her hand to his jaw. “This is true, husband, but that’s the stuff that gets all the attention. You’ve lived long but not often close to humans. Trust me, the good stuff happens far more often, but it doesn’t make headlines.” “I