“I can see you mean the elder, Ansuya. She is clever, if half of what I know about her is true. How will you deal with this little problem?”
Kenneth folded his hands in front of him as he let his mind free spin in deep thought. His response was a whisper, “I have to know what the problem is.”
“Problems within problems, wheels turn upon themselves, and just when you think the ball will land on black, it bounces to red.” She responded in a light whimsical cadence.
Kenneth ignored what she said. Why had they been there? What secret was there to the girl that he had missed? He had been trained in all the known ways of how to seek and hunt for those that would be reborn as werewolves, both human and wolf. That girl possessed no such ability.
Was their kind growing so desperate to start recruiting as he had been? Would Ansuya and the rest of the Elders of their kind actually stoop to kidnapping and training those who were not one of their own?
“Why are you sitting here mulling over these things with so little information?” Natalia had always had a strong streak of impatience.
He looked over at her. The woman was beautiful but sometimes she was a thorn in his side. In this case, however, he had to admit that she was right. He needed more information. If the wolves were doing something improbable, that was one thing, but something that went against everything that they had exhibited over the last hundred years? Not even the contemporary desperation that they must be feeling would drive them to do things that they had shown a complete inability to do even in extreme circumstances.
“You’re right, of course.” She showed him a smug grin. Somehow that did not diminish her beauty at all. He stood up and walked out to his French double doors. He looked out over the night sky. Mother Night and all she had given to him. She was cold and dark and safe. Things were moving. He could feel it.
Alessandro was only the first of things that he had prepared for. But this was something else. If the wolves really were lowering themselves to kidnapping, then they truly were desperate, but that wasn’t the whole story behind this. Why kidnap a stripper of all people? He recruited and trained his students to be as he wished them to be. Rarely was he forced to recruit specialists in their field like Dr. Trevor, but he liked to rely on them as little as possible. The results were too unpredictable. The good doctor would soon prove whether his recruitment had been a success or a failure. There was a piece to the puzzle that he was missing, a very important piece.
“Natalia?”
The woman glided up next to him to stand at the double French doors. “You called, my mate?”
Kenneth couldn’t help but smile at her. “I do rather like the sound of those words on your lips.” He grabbed her neck and pulled her into a fierce and passionate kiss. Their tongues playing tag with other. She tasted like nothing he had ever had before. Maybe it was because she was also a vampire. He had never taken a mate before. He was glad that she accepted his advances. His life seemed so much more stable and his goals seemed that much more real with her by his side. Of course he would keep her as far away from his goals, and the spoils of those goals, as he could.
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He pulled away from the kiss abruptly. Still gripping her neck, he touched his forehead to hers and looked straight into her clear blue eyes, “I need you to conduct research on ancient werewolves and shape shifters. House Dukart should have an extensive library.” He placed a finger over her lips before she could protest. “You will obey me and do this.” She nodded her head as her eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t want to raise suspicions so do your research discreetly, understand?” Again, Natalia nodded weakly. “Good girl.”
He left her standing there, sorrowfully. He reached the stairs and turned back toward his mate who had raised her eyes to gaze at the night’s stars shining dimly overhead. He smiled at her again. He knew that she would follow her orders magnificently.
But that was for tomorrow. Tonight, he suddenly found himself…anxious. “My mate? Are you going to join me?”
She walked toward him, her head high, but her eye lids only half open. The radiant blue color of them smoked as her body gently swayed as she approached him. Her black hair bounced ever so gently on her shoulders. The motion was meant to seduce him and it rarely failed. The practiced movements of her lips parting as he reached for her, the closing of her eyes as he kissed her deeply, the rise of her chest as he pulled her into him. They had all been practiced long before he met her. But just as it had on their first night together, he was helpless to resist, or even care about who was seducing who.
He took her hand in his and in a rare moment of humanity, he kissed it gently lowering his eyes from those of his mate. He had never thought to supplicate himself to her like that before, nor had he ever had any real feelings for the gesture when he lived as a human. What had caused this outpouring of weakness?
He reasserted himself by pushing her roughly against the wall and kissed her again. Her tongue was cool and rough on his, their bodies rising with their heightened breathing. He couldn’t keep his hands from roaming freely about her body. Passing over and triggering nerve clusters of pleasure under her skin all throughout her body.
She started to moan softly and give in to his touch, enjoying what he was doing to her. The tingling sensation of base lust filled her and pulsed upward from her sacred center. As that happened, he seemed to know just when to press and pinch her nipples, augmenting the wave of pleasure that threatened to take away all sense and leave her empty and wanting only one thing. She didn’t have to wait long.
Kenneth grabbed her and forced her backwards up the stairs. Their lips came back together after every few steps or so, losing one piece of clothing at a time. They finally reached the upstairs landing and he was shoved backward through the bedroom door.
He was filled with a surging passion that hadn’t felt in quite some time. She stood out in the landing, the light caressing her gentle curves. Her eyes shown with a deep luster that could never be extinguished. Her hair was tussled and now flung back over her shoulder. The blue black strands had spread themselves against her shoulders, like a veil swept back over her head. Her pale skin glimmered in the light. She was the very picture of beauty, and she would remain that way for eternity.
She took a commanding step into the room and closed the door.