Page 44 of Last Hope
Isis finished drying herself off and reached for the shopping bag on the floor—they had bought an entire new wardrobe for herself, Anya and the children—and pulled on fresh underwear and pajama bottoms and a shirt.
“They won’t run away in the middle of the day?” Isis had been worried that the children would blame her dearly for the deaths of their parents, that they wouldn’t want to be around her and that they’d run away.
Anya sensed her thoughts. “Don’t worry, I’ve talked to them. They’re sad but they won’t leave. They trust me.”
But not you.
Those words remained unspoken but hung in the air like a thick curtain between them.
“Right.” Isis threw the towel to the floor and hopped into the bed next to her, pulling the covers around her own body. She curled herself next to Anya, pulling her into her arms. But one look at Isis’s face had Anya clicking her tongue.
“You need to feed,” she said sternly.
“I know.” She sighed as she buried her nose into Anya’s neck, nuzzling it and inhaling her scent. She smelt like cocoa soap and beneath that, the rich, sweet tang of blood.
By instinct, her fangs extracted into thin, knife-like points. Heat radiated off of Anya’s body and onto her own. She could feel her pulse, her beating heart; hear the rush of her blood coursing through her veins seductively. The strum of the melody pounded in her eardrums and beckoned her. She couldn’t help herself. She had to, she needed to.
She trailed a pathway with her tongue along Anya’s neck until she reached her most sensitive vein. She aimed her teeth and bit down. Anya flinched in her arms but it only made Isis pull her closer to her body. She sent waves of her own pleasure into Anya’s mind.
Her rich, thick blood exploded onto Isis’s taste buds and her mind instantly soared with technicolor. A kaleidoscope of blinding, radioactive colors flashed behind her eyelids, filling her with pure sensual bliss.
Fire seemed to sizzle between their intertwined bodies and soon it incinerated them both, engulfed them in flames of passion that had Isis pressing herself harder against her Soul Mate. When she took her fill, she extracted her teeth and licked the wound, sealing it closed. But she couldn’t stop there. She had to have more. She needed Anya, needed to feel her and fill herself with every last fiber of her Soul Mate.
Isis wrapped her fingers through her Soul Mate’s auburn curls and tugged playfully at them, pulling her closer. When their lips touched it was like a dam had broken. They were suddenly everywhere at once. Touching hands, arms, legs, chest...Anya flipped Isis over so that she was on top of her, straddling her waist.
Anya’s long hair fell over her shoulders but didn’t quite cover the image of her breasts or the sharp points of her nipples that teased Isis through the material of her silk nightshirt. Isis reached up and cupped them in her hands, squeezing them. Anya arched her body upwards, throwing her head back and Isis felt her pleasure like her own.
Shivers passed down Isis’s spine, goosebumps rose on her naked flesh. Anya’s hands found themselves inside Isis’s shirt. Her fingers danced over her brown flesh on her stomach and up, until she was holding Isis’s breasts in her hands. Isis groaned.
Feeling like they were too far apart, she released her hold on Anya to grip her from behind and pull her down harder against her. Their hips jolted together. Isis felt Anya kiss her neck, causing her nerves to tingle.
She kissed her lower, lower, moving aside her shirt until her breasts were bared. Anya didn’t have the patience to wait. She pulled a nipple between her lips, between her teeth and tugged and sucked.
Fire coursed through her veins. She moaned, urged Anya on with touches in all of the right places. Isis nudged her head, pushed it downwards so that Anya was now trailing kisses to her stomach, down to the waistband of her pajama bottoms. She pulled them down with her teeth then tugged away her panties as well.
Anticipation wired her every nerve as she waited for Anya’s lips. When they first pressed against her folds, Isis felt her knees buckle and her hips jerk.
It was pure ecstasy.
Her tongue separated her already sensitive, swollen folds and dipped her tongue in deep. The pressure built, she felt the need deep in her stomach. Anya stuck her fingers in to pleasure her further. She dove in and out and Isis felt her hips gyrate with the movements. The pressure built, quicker, sweeter…tongue and fingers swirled within her; she found her nub and teased it until Isis reached her peak. Her hips jerked, she threw her head back on a scream as the release overwhelmed her. Her body relaxed instantly, falling into utter bliss.
Anya lay back on top of Isis, a smile on her lips.
“Don’t look so smug.” Isis tugged her hair playfully before flipping her over and changing positions so that she was on top. “Now it’s my turn…”
She ran a hand up Anya’s smooth leg, up to her thigh. Anya’s eyes fluttered with want. Isis’s heart swelled up at the sight. God, she loved this woman with all of her heart. She hated the idea of losing her, hated thinking that soon, they’d truly and forever be apart.
She tried to shake those thoughts away and to focus on the woman that was beneath her, wet and ready. She was wearing nothing but her silk top and underwear. Isis easily removed them, cupping her hand to her sex. Anya moaned and lifted her hips.
Wetness pooled from her. She was ready for her, ready to be pleasured, ready for Isis to lead her on that tight rope, to have her fall and scream her name over and over.
So Isis pleasured her Soul Mate for what very well could have been their very last time together. She tried not to open her mind to her, tried not to let her fears show as she sent Anya over that edge as Anya screamed Isis’s name over and over again.
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Isis stirred her coffee absently.The pastry shop was surprisingly full considering how late it was. People bustled in and out carrying take-out bags filled with lattes and cupcakes. Laughter and chatter filled her ears but it didn’t make her feel any particular way. All that she held was a certain hollow emptiness.
She didn’t even know why she had chosen to spend her last living moments in a damn pastry shop. She was about to turn herself over to Caesareon’s men and most likely be killed and all she could think about was filling her stomach with caffeine. It was tasteless as she poured it down her throat in one gulp in an attempt to forget the fact she had left Anya without so much as a goodbye.
