Calling for a Miracle [The Order of Vampyres 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (36 page)

“You look lovely, Larissa.” She blushed.

Her fingers self-consciously went to her braids. “I am afraid I misplaced my bonnet.”

He stepped close to her and cupped her face in his palms. He gently placed a kiss on her lips. “We shall find you a new one.”

He was anxious to return home, but he was also hesitant to leave the quietness of her apartment. He knew the moment he returned to the farm he would cease being an individual male who had just been blessed with his mate and exist only as The Order’s bishop. Beyond acting as an advisor for the council and members of The Order, he would also have to contend with Silus Hostetler. He sighed.

“What is it?”

He tried to put a smile on for Larissa. “Nothing, my sweet, I am simply remembering my responsibilities and mentally putting my affairs in order. Are you almost ready to leave?”

“I am ready.” She looked around her apartment. Although the space was not cluttered there were still pieces of her there.

“Do you not wish to take anything with us?”

“For what purpose? My life here is not a part of my life at home on the farm. My rent is paid until the end of the month. There is nothing I can do with these possessions now, but perhaps once we have things in order at home, you can accompany me back here and we can take all of these things to Goodwill and donate them to someone in need.”

“That is very charitable of you, Larissa. You have a good heart.”

After shutting off all of the electronics and checking to make sure the windows were all closed, Eleazar followed Larissa out the door. She handed him a small key, unadorned with any kind of chain or ring and he locked away this chapter of her life.

They decided it would be best to travel north and then east. Eleazar chose their path and guided them through various wooded areas. When they were under the cover of the forest, they were able to travel swiftly. Larissa kept pace with him, only slowed slightly by her gowns.

He loved the way she seemed to find pleasure in everything. What had been an inconvenient and long journey there was now fun and exciting with her by his side. She would race beside him and he would hear her soft laughter rushing by as she tried to best him. He wanted to catch her and pull her to the ground so that he could ravish her.

It was early morning by the time they reached Lancaster County. The sky was still dark and bird still rested above in the trees. The nearby roadways were fairly silent with only an occasional vehicle humming in the distance. They slowed their steps and began to simply stroll through the woods. Dried leaves made a soft blanket over the ground that crunched under their steps.

Larissa was breathing fast from her exertions, her breath forming a cloud of vapor in front of her face. Her cheeks were flushed from the cold. He stopped so that she could catch her breath.

“Why did you stop?”

“You are winded. We do not need to rush,” he told her, tucking a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Her skin was warm. She looked up at him, still breathing deeply, but not as fast. “Why do you look at me so?”

At first she did not answer, merely stared up at him through serene diamond eyes. “Kiss me, Eleazar.”

He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers. She gave him a wicked smile.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you, Bishop? A kiss is meant to heat the body from within. It is meant to be savored and tasted.”

He smirked at her wit. “Are you cold, my dear?”

Her eyes crinkled playfully and she stepped back. “Try to catch me and find out,” she dared and disappeared.

His body hardened at the challenge. He shut his eyes and breathed in her fragrance. Her natural scent was thickly laced with her arousal. He heard a branch snap in the distance and took off after her. He navigated quickly through the trees, leaves kicking up in his wake. The closer he got to her, the stronger her fragrance grew. His body began to purr.

He heard her humming the tune of a familiar Amish nursery rhyme. She was charming the way she could be so playful with him. He listened to the tune and recalled the words. As she came to the end of the first verse, he quietly sang,
“Denn mein Herze suche dich.” For my heart is seeking you.

She paused from humming for a moment. Only silence separated them in the dark, isolated woods. That was when he heard her. He didn’t know if she intended to speak her thoughts aloud, but he heard her whisper nonetheless. Soft as the breeze, her confession caressed his ears. “I love you.” At her words his chest constricted and he needed to find her that instant.

There was no need to shout. No need to call for her. She could hear him as easily as he could hear her. Barely making a sound, he breathed, “Come to me.” And she stepped out from behind a tree.

They stood across from each other, separated by ten yards. A large fallen branch and several smaller twigs occupied the ground between them. He looked at the obstacles separating them and used his telekinesis to push them out of the way, slowly forming a path between them. He called on the wind to clear the land of dried leaves and then cause a soft snowfall of clean autumn leaves to scatter to the ground and form a soft bed.

She smiled and looked up, extending her arms outward to twirl beneath the falling foliage. She looked like an angel. As she slowly turned to face him again, she whispered, “You are amazing.”

They were only minor parlor tricks, but if she thought him amazing for it, who was he to tell her otherwise? “I want you, Larissa.”

Her smile trembled and she slowly stepped closer to him. She seemed to grasp the effect she had on him and enjoyed drawing it out. She stared up at him, only a few feet away now. He could have easily reached out and touched her, but he waited.

Her arms reached behind her back and he saw her apron loosen. She let the material slide to the ground. Without the covering, her shift hung loosely around her, hiding her female form. “Show me,” he commanded softly.

She undid the clasp of her gown and it, too, slid to the ground. She stood before him, breast bared and bathed in moonlight. Her trim little waist dipped and swelled out to her hips. He chuckled when he noticed her English panties. Her feet were bare and a bit dusty from their journey.

“What did you say to me this morning when we were making love? It was French,” she asked. She was always asking questions.

“
Je t’aime. Je tiens à vous donner un enfant d’amour.
”

“What does it mean?”

“
Je t’aime
means ‘I love you.’”

“And the rest?”

His heart pounded wildly. “I said I wanted to give you a child from our love.”

She smiled at him sweetly. “I love you, too, Eleazar. And I would like very much to have your child.”

He nodded. “Then come to me and I shall make it so.”

She closed the distance between them and he sealed his lips to hers. Slowly he lifted her and carried her to the ground and placed her on the bed of leaves. His palm coasted over her breasts and she arched into his caress. His fingers found their way between her thighs and found her warm and ready for his touch.

He pressed a finger slowly into her center and she moaned. Her hands began to pull at his shirt. “Take this off, please,” she whispered against his mouth.

He leaned back and slowly removed his shirt. His hands went to his pants and he paused. Looking at her, he raised an eyebrow. She nodded. He undid his pants and slid the rest of his clothes off with his shoes. She sat up on her elbows and looked at him as he stood before her.

“It looks nothing like I expected.”

He laughed. “What were you expecting?”

“I…I don’t know. Not that. That cannot possibly fit inside of me.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I believe it does. Would you like me to demonstrate?”

She sat up. “Wait.” She moved closer to him and settled before him on her knees. “May I touch you?”

Eleazar swallowed. “You may always touch me, Larissa.”

Her fingers slowly reached for him. Her touch was feather light. She seemed to be taking in the feel of him, running her fingers softly over his flesh, lifting him and gently cupping him. When she carefully wrapped her small hand around his length, a bead of moisture gathered at his tip and she gasped. “You’re wet.”

His lip twitched as he fought his grin. “That is your touch affecting me.”

She looked back at the drop of moisture and slowly leaned forward and licked it away. He hissed in a breath and she released him immediately.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. What you were doing was wonderful.”

She leaned back up to him and wrapped her fingers around his length again. “Your skin is so soft here. And your taste is bold. Is that what a female tastes like?”

She was looking at his cock very intently. Her hand had started moving slowly up and down over him. “Taste yourself and see,” he answered and she froze. She looked up at him, confused. “It’s okay, Larissa, you can touch yourself there.”

She shook her head adamantly. He didn’t want to push her too hard. He knew she was still exploring her sexuality. Her body had only just begun to awaken to the joys of intimacy. Yet, his instincts told him that she could handle this.

“Don’t let go of me. Continue stroking me. Look only at me.” She did as he asked. “I want you to take your other hand and touch yourself.”

Her hand stilled. She looked up at him with wide eyes. Her lip began to tremble. “I can’t.”

“You can. It would please me if you did this thing.”

She lowered her gaze and continued stroking him. He waited. Slowly, he saw her left hand reach beneath her lace panties and between her legs. She made a sound that told him she had made contact.

“Tell me what you feel, Larissa.”

“Heat. Moisture. Softness.”

“I want you to separate yourself and find where the moisture is coming from. I want you to touch inside your
petite fleur
until you feel your nectar.”

Her thin shoulders began to tremble. Her right hand continued to pleasure him as her left reached deeper into her core. He felt it the moment she pressed her finger completely in, felt her fullness, her perception of the intrusion. Her breath came in unsteady pants. He knew he was pushing her, overwhelming her by asking her to do such things.

“Do you feel yourself, Larissa?”

“Yes.”

“Now pull your finger out and swirl it in your nectar.” Her breath stuttered as she did as he asked. “Move your hand to the top of your cleft and find your bud. It is small, but you will feel it when you find it.” She moaned and he felt the moment she found it.

Her pleasure combined with his and he swallowed back his own groan. His cock twitched in her hand and he fought the urge to throw her down and drive into her. He took a deep breath through his nose, the scent of her arousal slammed into him and made it more difficult to stay focused and in control.