Chapter 14

Maybe he was handsome, and she was admiring his beauty. A powerful contrast to hers. He heaved a sigh of relief and closed his eyes. He tried creating a soothing utopia in his mind where he could teleport his soul for some time. Although he wasn’t a wizard, he had some tricks up his sleeves and having a witch as a wife only made him exposed to some supernatural things and also made him into a supernatural bounty hunter. He was able to cheat nature for his selfish reasons just like his wife, vamps, and other mythical humans. The thing about his utopia was that good memories relived itself once again. His mind would be able to feel what he had felt then. 

Then he travelled to the past, when he was seven. 

Young Aiden was coming home from school, his bag on his shoulders. For some reason, he never made use of the school bus. Walking briskly, he saw a young girl, she was making a left turn when he noticed a bus swerving. 

The driver had lost control of the wheel and was doing nothing but make issues worst. A naughty girl of four years old, he started running towards her ball which she had let slip out of her hands and was rolling lazily towards the road. It hit young Aiden that he needed to do something quick. Spontaneously, he found himself running towards the child, while the bus tried to stop. It unleashed a screeching sound from its tires against the asphalt. He was so fast; he didn’t know how he got there. He just got there. He picked the child with his right hand and dived to the other side of the road. The child was safe, but he sustained a mild scratch. The driver got down immediately after that contact. Passer’s by and concerned citizens crowded both of them. The mother of the child ran towards them and took the child in her arms. She smiled at Aiden, gave him a hug, and did give him a bar of chocolate which was meant for her daughter. Aiden was lucky no-one witnessed the process it was beyond normalcy. He had super speed. Faster than any vampire or Lycan. Aiden grew up to realize that his descendants were Lycans but for some reason his Great grandfather stopped the lineage in his generation by using a witch to rid him of the Lycan gene and then killing himself. Somehow, fate had given a blessing not a curse. He thought he ended it. But that wasn’t possible. Then his soul drifted again to two decades ago, when he met Amy. And became exposed to the world of the supernatural. His gift became extremely useful, and he became a formidable force in the business of bounty hunting. He also remembered how his wife had moved from crude magic to something exceptional. Harnessing her inborn magic. 

The Boeing 773ER touched down in the Airport at about four pm in the evening, right above, one could see that the airport had parallel runways, the terminal of this airport was large enough to be used as a stadium, two highways were connected to the terminal, vehicles-moving back and forth. Aiden’s consciousness had returned and touching down had been horrible.

Definitely Kane was dreaming. This time it was just what he wanted. He was with her, for the first time. He wanted her so badly that he felt the physical ache present in his bones, breaking him down step by step. But he never touched Divina’s lips, he still held his tongue. He wanted to take that slippery, melting sex into his mouth and drink his fill. His look was ravenous, the mouthwatering flavor of the bare body threatened to short-circuit his brain. 

And somehow Kane found the energy to keep his jeans on, no matter how many times Divina begged him for more. Then he was getting closer to losing control of himself when she became too sore for the touch of his swift fingers. Quickly, he rolled to his back, lifted her astride him, grabbed her hips and gave her access to grind herself completely against the thick, jutting ridge of his cock. 

“Shh. Just let me hold you now,” he murmured afterward, Kane’s arms wrapped around her in a very unusually possessive hold while he pulled her down to his chest. Divina’s cheek was resting above the heavy beat of his heart, her long hair streaming over his perfect shoulder and arm. Divina’s body was deliciously soft against his. Kane’s head was filled of her warm scent. It gave him an unfamiliar sense of satisfaction and peace. Even though the animal hunger was still twisting and burning underneath his skin, he remained calm. Kane was in another world of hurt, but he was enjoying it because he didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to leave her, and she didn’t want to leave him too. Kane enjoyed having Divina’s curvaceous little body all wrapped up in his arms. It made him sweat, but he was comfortable with it. Soft, sweet, and warm. He had to relax, although at any time he could dig his fang into the side of her neck and he would be done with her within seconds, but he loved her. His eyes were growing heavy and the tension vamoosing from his muscles was in a slow, mellow side. It was easy. It was right. It was fun. And for the very first time. Kane surrendered to the moment. He slipped into the soothing darkness of sleep with a mortal.

Then his mind drifted to another thing good. He was with her again, his breathing turned ragged as he let go of her gentle arm and lifted his own to her face. Then he began rubbing the corner of her mouth voraciously with his tongue, while he simultaneously stroked the pad across her lush lower lip. He couldn’t wait any longer, so Kane had to press her down. Taking possession of her body, her lips, her hips, like he owned her. 

It was so strange; an opium must be at work. Had he not tasted her mouth, this wouldn’t be happening. Her lips unbelievably sweet, hard to resist and now he was done for. Then Divina’s grip was just as desperate as his while he sank his fingers into her hair. The other caressed her body boldly, sending spasms of electric jolt over her hip and side. Divina was wild in his passion, and he could feel it. It was now her turn, her tongue was rubbing against his, tasting his hungry sexy licks and lips which made him feel crazed.

Her kiss was raw, hard, and smacked with erotic viciousness with longings that where undeniable. Desperate for her feel, Kane cupped her firm breast, her nipple was enchantingly hard against his palm, thick with lust. Pulling his head backwards, breaths of satisfaction and comfort jerked roughly from his lips. He watched as she tore her shirt open and unhooked her bra disclosing the pale, sexy slopes of her breasts. They were berry-red nipples furrowed sweet and tight. Without wasting any time, he lowered his head over her, a deep, gravelly animal sound of satisfaction and pleasure rumbling from his chest as he took her into his mouth, sucking and licking like he was going to go mad if he didn’t. And just as he was about to go deeper, streams of cold blood began dripping down her neck. She was dead. His werewolf instincts were awakened, and he saw himself a nefarious wolf soaked in her blood. Kane Jerked suddenly from his dream. 

“Bad dream?” Byrd remarked. Kane was still recovering from the initial shock.

“Do you know how easy it was getting into your head? You really need blood not a girlfriend-”

“That’s none of your business,” he said passively putting his shirt on. 

“It becomes my business when there is a threat to blow our cover,”

“I don’t need to get you to understand, you got the best body among us, but you never love,”

Byrd was furious. Kane had hit him below the belt. 

“Your lover is not who you think she is,”

“Yeah, she is a witch from the pits of hell like you told me about Chelsea,” Kane shock his head. Byrd always said the same old. 

“This is different, am telling you. That dream is what would happen if both of you become close,” 

“Cut that crap. You were in my dream, that’s all,” 

Byrd was now tongue tied. Nu8othing he could say would convince him.

“They are witches, I heard the mother speak. They know who we are,” 

“That’s all to my favor, we don’t need to have any secrets between us,” 

“It all comes down to death, you know that the vampires had us cursed, we crave blood as much as they do,” 

In an instant, Kane had Byrd pinned to the wall with his left hand. Even with Byrd’s Macho-man physique, he was powerless. Kane was hurting him, but he couldn’t kill. If he could, it wouldn’t be his young nephew.

“You don’t know why am here, do you?” he whispered, his voice low and deadly. Byrd nodded his head sheepishly. 

“I need a life, am tired of this-”

“The world doesn’t need you, that’s your life” Another voice from behind responded.