Page 29 of Forged in Dusk
My girl looks so young, geeze. She is young, and I’m so fucking old. Maybe I should not claim her because she has so much to live for. Now I understand why Dionisie was so torn about claiming his soulmate.
I scrub my face closing my eyes, and all of the fucking reasons I should race through my mind.
It’s a once in a lifetime occurrence.
A soulmate is part of my soul.
I need her.
I will always ache to have her in my arms now that I have found her.
Then there’s the fucking curse!
Motherfucker Lucifer, he really pulled a good one on us.
Now we’re weak, with limited powers.
We don’t know if he has a plan, and I think he wants to rule the supernatural beings.
“All done, let me get us some beers,” Claudette says, smiling.
She slides her cell on the coffee table, pushes off the love seat, twisting to kiss me a soft, quick, teasing kiss.
“Come here, where are you going,” I grabbed her hand, pulling her onto my lap. I move my hands to her waist, pulling her close.
Claudette’s green eyes sparkle mischievously, taking a kiss from me. That makes my soul soar, and my blood rage through my body, especially to my aching cock. I move my hand up her back, taking hold of her neck to adjust her head in the right angle to plunder her sweet mouth.
I let her go before I get to the point where I lose it. I have to go slow because I don’t want to scare her.
I smile at her, running my finger over her lip looking at the heat in her eyes.
“Let me get the beer,” Claudette whispers, kissing me quickly, then pushes off my lap giggling.
I watch her sweet heart-shaped ass that’s perfectly showcased. I shift on the sofa, quickly adjusting my aching flesh.
Claudette returns with two iced cold beers and hands me one. She takes a pull of the beer and looks at me, rolling the beer bottle in her hands smiling at me.
“I’m glad that you came over because I was feeling down and lonely,” Claudette says, sliding onto the sofa next to me, resting her hand on my lap.
“Why is that,” I ask, taking her hand, feeling her heartbeat with my finger.
“I was working on the stories; then I started to think about how short our life is, that I don’t really have anyone that’s family, I mean blood family. You never know when something can happen, and I could lose my BFFs. I was feeling lost, lonely, and sad,” Claudette whispers, blinking her eyes.
I know she wants to appear strong, trying to get rid of the tears, but her eyes don’t lie. She’s so fucking open, and those eyes are the window to her soul; they’re so expressive. She touches my soul, my heart on a deep level.
I take a long pull of the beer; at times, it gives me a buzz but not always. I’m not sure if it’s the beer brand or if it has to do with any other factors. It’s fucking odd, but I like it. It does relax you and takes the edge off. This beer seems to be working for me. I look at the bottle; it’s a Corona.
“Would you like another one,” Claudette asks, pushing off the sofa, smiling.
“Yeah, it’s a good beer,” I say, smirking.
I’m fucking relaxed, and that’s incredible.
I like it.
You would think I know all about the beers, but I don’t have time to go to the bars, and I usually drink wine or whiskey.
Claudette returns with another two bottles of Corona’s, handing me one. She finishes off the one she had, sets the bottle on the coffee table, and sits next to me.
