Page 7 of Last Hope
Annoyed, she set aside her bag of blood on the large wooden table and waited for Anya’s head to come out of hiding from within the fridge. When she finally did emerge, empty handed, she tried walking past but Isis blocked her way.
“Don’t lie to me,” Isis demanded in a calm tone. “We’re Soul Mates; I can tell when you’re lying.”
Anya sighed heavily, her eyes drooping a little. “When you spoke to me of your past trials they were nothing but stories.” Then her beautiful, oddly colored eyes met Isis’s. “Now they’ve become reality.”
Isis looked at her incredulously and with confusion. “What do you mean?”
“I mean to say that when we met, the stories you told me were your past. There was no longer the threat of Caesareon hanging over your head. There was no more death and no more running for your life. I assumed it was all in the past. After today, we know this not true and there is still a great deal more to fear.”
“So, what are you saying?” Isis whispered, an unknown feeling growing in her chest. It was a feeling that was hard to describe, and it made it hard for her to breathe.
“I am saying that I had not expected this chaos so quickly.”
Isis’s breath caught. She wasn’t entirely sure she understood what Anya was trying to tell her. Had the threat of Caesareon jolted her into reality? Had this danger made her realize she didn’t want to be with Isis after all, that she couldn’t deal with the drama of Isis’s life? No. Isis wanted to beg, to plead that Anya not leave her. She’d nearly lost too much these past few months and she didn’t want Caesareon to take more away from her.
Instead of begging, Isis held her head up high. “I take it you’ll be packing your things and leaving?” She kept her voice cold and even, though she wanted to break.
“What?” Anya asked incredulously. Then, realizing what Isis was saying, she shook her head back and forth. “Isis,” she said passionately. “I’m saying that the threat has become real and I do not know how to deal with it. I do not know how to keep you safe. I do not want to lose you.”
And then the feeling in Isis’s chest had grown too strong; she couldn’t stand this close to her Soul Mate, feeling the heat cackle between them like flickering flames and keep her hands to herself. On impulse, she pulled Anya to her chest in a hug and squeezed her for all she was worth.
“You saved my life…” Isis whispered, the shock of the situation finally hitting her.
Once again, she had almost died and once again, she had been saved by someone she cared for deeply. She couldn’t explain why it was she cared so much for Anya, considering she barely knew her, but the virus in her system that wove together their souls made it possible for Isis to believe in something more than just sex. It made her believe in a love.
When they kissed, it tasted of blood and salt, but sweet just the same. Isis cradled Anya’s cheek with her free hand and, using the other, unbuttoned the top of her jeans, sliding the zipper down slowly.
Okay, she had to admit that a lot of her relationships were based on sex, but with Anya it was different. Yes, she wanted sex, but she relished in the feeling that dominated her chest.
Their kisses became more urgent, as if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Anya pushed Isis back, until her lower back made contact with the table. Everything happened in a rush; Anya pulled Isis’s sweater from her body and vice versa until they were both skin to skin. Where Isis’s skin had a brown tone to it, Anya’s was a light tan.
The heat between them didn’t cease, it didn’t cool down. It mingled, thick and hot like boiling water and Isis was willing to let the damn place catch on fire with passion. She ran her hands against Anya’s bare body, enjoying the sight of her shiver. She had the urge to ask her if she was cold, almost did, but then Anya’s lips were on hers again, exploring the inside of her mouth in a rare personal manner that no one else had ever done before.
It was as if, with a simple kiss, she was looking inside of her, and it was amazing. Isis ran her fingers through Anya’s coppery hair, loving the soft feel of it; the way, when she leaned over her hair fell onto Isis’s bare shoulders like a soft caress in the ear.
She could hold back no longer. She pulled Anya’s pants down past her knees and kneeled in front of her, nose touching her bellybutton. “You won’t lose me,” she promised against Anya’s flesh, causing her Soul Mate to shiver. Isis fingered the lace on Anya’s black panties before pulling them off of her as well and she dipped her head in between Anya’s thighs.
Anya nearly buckled in a cry of passion, but Isis gripped her thighs, firmly and as steady as a rock as her tongue dipped in to that hidden place where they would both find utter pleasure. And shefeltit. She felt Anya’s pleasure as if it were her own, giving her this knot of satisfaction in her stomach and in her chest, not to mention in more sensitive areas…
Anya’s fingers gripped Isis’s long black hair, and pulled her up so their eyes met. She saw the fire that burned in her eyes, the pleasure and the love. For a moment, Anya opened her mouth as if she were about to say something but closed it again and, as if she had never interrupted, placed Isis’s head back into that rightful, sensitive spot until they both cried out in pleasure.
5
“Sir.”
Azizi had grown really tired of hearing them call him that. It was unnerving, the title of someone responsible; the title of someone who was supposedly in charge. He had never been in charge of anything before in his life. No one had ever given him the chance—that is, until Caesareon. He had given him the opportunity to create a scientific wonder, something that no one else had ever thought of creating, something that the world would likely see as evil…
“What do you want?” he snapped impatiently. He also grew tired of the way they kept interrupting him while he put the finishing touches onto his greatest creation. He eyed the machine in scientific wonder.
It was large, difficult to simply carry in one’s arms, and made of metal clogs and various thick plastic tubes. It probably would have looked like nothing more than a heap of metal junk to the common viewer, but this machine was anything but common and all too extraordinary.
“Sir, I believe the FBSI has captured one of ours…”
Azizi rolled his eyes and turned an icy gaze to the one speaking to him. “Youbelieve? Belief is merely unintelligence, and you know I base everything on simple fact and knowledge. So, he was eithercaughtor he wasnot.Do not talk to me about what youbelieve,because it matters little to me…”
He could see the sweat forming on the supernatural’s brow, the way he swallowed what was presumably a lump in his throat. “Sir, it has been acknowledged as afactthat he was captured in the hunt for that woman. It seems as though she has the FBSI on her team.”
“I would very much like to meet this woman…” Azizi stroked the spot where his beard should be, had he been older, but seeing as though he was still trapped in his child body, his fingers touched nothing but smooth bare skin. “I would like to see if she is as difficult to kill as you fools make it seem.”
