CHAPTER 39
Mick, lost in Beth's arms, kicked the door closed and it was just them.
He kissed her deeply, really kissed her, drawing in her human essence, absorbing Beth into himself. Saying the words had released him and his body quickened, instinctively feeling her surrender.
Hell, his surrender to her had started when he first saw her as a child. There had been something even then -- he had never liked the word destiny -- but maybe there was a deeper connection. He didn't know -- would probably never know how or why -- but there was no going back. She was his just as he was hers and they would die together -- let it be tonight in the petite morte, the "little death" of climax.
His passionate nature rose and suddenly the heat took them both, threatening them to their knees. Mick could see his Beth's eyes were dilated and she suddenly let out a cry, clawing at his clothes. He could feel his own transformation begin and scooped her in his arms. Not the bed -- Josh's smell still lingered months after his death -- no, the couch. Her delicate neck pulsed and he rigidly tamped down his blood lust, setting her down and drawing away.
Seeing his hesitation, Beth draws him down towards her, presenting her neck. "Before, in Victorville, I didn't understand when you said "not like this". You meant, it should be given in love, during lovemaking, didn't you, Mick? I know you won't turn me and you won't go too far. I want you, all of who you are. Come to me."
And Mick knew with every atom in his being that he would love this woman and protect her forever. For, however long they had together, this he swore.
On this incredible night in May, 2008.
