Longing for You, стр. 51
“What do you mean deal with this?” Katie asked.
“This, us. I knew a relationship was a bad idea. It’s too much.”
Katie was getting angrier by the second. “If loving me is too muchfor you, then go! Go back to being the stoic, emotionless Duca, who has no joyin her life. Go.” Katie’s anger fuelled her words, and she immediatelyregretted them when she saw the look of hurt on Alexis’s face.
Alexis sped off out of the room in a flash and left Katie standingthere regretting her angry words.
“Why did I say that?” Tears filled Katie’s eyes.
She should have chosen her words more carefully. Everyone thoughtAlexis was this tough, stoic soldier, but only Katie knew that she was in facta sensitive soul underneath it all, especially in love.
She should have been talking Alexis through her fear and herconfusion over their new relationship, and instead she’d been rash and hurtful.She wanted to go back to her bedroom quickly so no one would see her tears, butjust as she was about to leave the room, something caught her eye sitting onAlexis’s desk. She walked over and found a small hand-painted picture of abeautiful dark-haired young woman. Below it was signed Anna.
Katie wiped away her tears on the back of her hand. “So, this isAnna.”
Next to it was a lock of brown hair encased in glass.
This was why Alexis was terrified and scared she was going to loseher. Despite Alexis being much older in age, Katie felt she was more in tunewith love, its consequences, and how they could make it work between them.
“I need to think.”
Katie put down the picture and said, “I’ll take care of her,Anna.”
* * *
Byron and Amelia were sitting on the couch, in front of the fire.Byron had her arms around Amelia.
“Do you need me to do anything for the funeral?” Byron asked.
Early that day, Byron had a phone call from the police commissionerto say Amelia’s parents’ bodies were being released from the authorities.
“No, Uncle Jaunty and Uncle Simon are going to help me. It’sfunny—I mean strange. Nothing will change my upbringing and how repressive andloveless I thought it was, but I can now see they were showing me love in theonly way they knew how.”
“Yes?”
Amelia nodded. “They rescued me from a world they thought was inleague with the devil, and they combated that with the only weapons they knewto protect me. Their own brand of fundamentalist Christianity. It won’t changeanything, but in their way, I think they loved me.”
“I think you’re right. So why do you think Daisy wanted a meetingtomorrow?”
“I’ve no idea. It’s strange. She wasn’t herself.”
“Someone else wasn’t themselves today,” Byron said.
“Who?”
“Alexis. She was distracted all day, and that’s not like her. Ithink being in love is a learning process for her.”
Amelia smiled. “I’m sure it is. It was for you.”
“True, but I’m still learning, believe me. How did witch school gotoday?” Byron asked.
Amelia chuckled. “Witch school? I suppose it is. Great. We weremeditating. She was trying to train me to control the voices of my ancestors.Only when I harness them can I use magic. I think it’s going to take a lot ofpractice.”
Byron kissed her head. “Yes, I’m sure. You’ll be fantastic—I knowit.”
Amelia lifted her head from Byron’s chest and kissed her chin. “Itturns out my love and passion for you open me up to my ancestors.”
“Oh yes?”
“Yes, so Magda told me,” Amelia said.
“So that means it’s better for your development as a witch if youkeep acting passionate with me?”
“Yes, are the staff still around?” Amelia grinned.
“I dismissed them for the evening. We won’t be disturbed, andbesides I can hear anyone coming for a mile away.”
Amelia placed little kisses on Byron’s mouth, then licked allaround her lips with the tip of her tongue. Byron groaned and Amelia laughed.
“You might have super hearing but I think you might be distractedwhen I’ve finished with you.”
“Someone’s feeling frisky,” Byron said.
“I’m just feeling full of energy just now, and you are the onlyone I want to use it with.”
Amelia slid onto the floor and kneeled in front of Byron. She thenunbuttoned her blouse slowly, never taking her eyes off Byron, and threw it tothe side.
She was pleased to see Byron’s eyes glowed red and kept transfixedon her. Next she unclipped her bra and discarded it. Byron made almost agrowling noise, and she noticed Byron’s teeth had erupted.
Amelia crawled forward and leaned over Byron’s lap. She squeezedByron’s strap-on through her trousers, and Byron groaned.
“Would you like me to suck your cock, Principe?”
Byron grasped Amelia’s hand and placed it on her buckle. Ameliagrinned. She loved this. She loved being this for Byron, was more to the point.Before she met Byron, Amelia didn’t consider herself a confident sexual being,but Byron taught her and gave her the confidence to unleash the raw sexualityinside her.
Now she could proudly be everything Byron needed and satisfy herin so many ways. She unfastened Byron’s belt and zip, then pulled out her hardstrap-on.
Amelia looked to the door and then back to Byron. “You better letme know if anyone’s coming.”
Byron’s gaze didn’t waver. “Put it in your mouth.”
Amelia decided to tease Byron and place kisses up and down theshaft. Although it wasn’t real, in Byron’s headspace it was, and that’s all sheneeded to enjoy this act. And unlike a real cock, neither Byron nor her loverswere ever let down.
Byron put her hand in Amelia’s hair and encouraged her to put hermouth on her. Amelia took the tip into her mouth and Byron groaned. She lookedup and saw Byron’s red eyes focused firmly on her.
It was all about the act, the performance, to keep Byron in theright headspace, and so she had learned over time just what Byron needed. Shesucked as much of the strap-on in her mouth as she could and then slowly liftedher head and let it pop out of her mouth.
“Jesus,” Byron said with a