Chapter 19

Sparks, heat and all the passion.





I still had the letter, so I got up and went to my bag, my hands trembling. For some reason I felt like I had to keep it close to me all the time. My fingertips brushed over his when I handed it to him, and the desire in my belly burned with raw desire. Heat throbbed inside me. I tried to breathe normally, but it seemed oxygen wasn’t getting in.
"So, what do you think?" I asked lamely not even knowing why, leaning closer than I intended. This was unbelievable, and I was talking to him as if everything was all right between us. He looked hot, and I felt like I was losing my head when his fingers traced the line of my spine. I closed my eyes, moaning with pleasure from his soft touch. I couldn't help but remember the last time we were intimate.
"It appears your grandmother made some sort of deal years ago. There’s a possibility that she’d promised your hand in exchange for something else."
"What? She wouldn't do that."
"Your theory about royals seems important. Ella’s always been close to you. Everyone in your family married elves or fairies and then her own son chose a human. Maybe this angered whoever wrote the letter."
"So, what’s that mean? Mum isn't magical at all."
"And that’s the point. Maybe that wasn't shocking anymore, because your father chose someone non-magical. Then we met, and your grandmother started to panic. I don't know, firecracker. I'm only speculating, but this might be connected to some royal prince who liked sleeping with human women."
I wanted to kiss him. It was against my rules and all, but the pull was incredible. I wished I could have told everyone to go to hell, that I loved Nathaniel La Caz. Besides that, he called me a firecracker again. That nickname was turning me on so much and he knew it.
His body towered behind me. I licked my lips, unable to stop myself from thinking about his sculpted toned body. I inhaled sharply and pulled away from him.
"Are you certain my grandma didn't commit any fraud?"
"Julia, someone was trying to make her look guilty from the very beginning. The books looked very convincing, but she never had to deal with the Association’s money; she signed a lot of stuff. We can go to the press with it and straighten this whole mess out."
"You should talk to Dannika. Apparently, she has proof that Grandma took the money. She needs to know this was a setup," I said, thinking about everything that had happened over the past few weeks. So many more facts had come to light. All this time, I believed Grandma wasn't guilty, and I was right.
Nathaniel was looking at me like he wanted to forget about everything and just push me against the wall and fuck me hard. This had something to do with the smell of my blood, because his eyes were iridescent with lust.
"No, let the police do what they need to do. We’ve established …I mean you’ve established that your grandma was doing what she could in order to protect you. I believe the letter is authentic, and the deal might be, too. We also now know that your granddad was taken against his will. He hasn't disappeared; he was kidnapped."
Nathaniel was so close to me now that I was having trouble thinking straight. My body was touching his and my magic was moving things about in my living room. The books, plates and my clothes began to levitate.
"Why did you do that, Nathaniel? Why did you have to leave me and say all those things at the funeral?" I asked him, lifting my eyes to his and breathing the same air that he was.
He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over my cheek and I had a feeling that my body would melt instantly. Years, it had been years, and we still couldn't figure out what we wanted.
"I have no idea what I said at the funeral or why. But I left town to take care of some things that could help with the investigation. I wanted to do it for you, to find proof that your grandmother was innocent, to gain your trust. I knew you wouldn't want to listen, so I needed to show you I still cared." He was speaking to me quietly, running his fingers over my arms gently. The sparks were escaping slowly. The heat between my legs was unbearable. Sparks shot down, moving my body into motion.
I pushed his hand down and scrambled into his lap, pressing my lips over his. The wind picked up, and my whole body buzzed with power as we were kissing hard. My mouth was moving over his and I was so consumed by him I lost touch with reality. When his tongue began pushing its way inside my mouth I groaned loudly, needing him so much.
Nathaniel’s fangs descended, and he made a loud growl in the back of his throat, pushing me over to the sofa. His jacket was off in an instant and his hands were everywhere.
My possessions started flying, lights flashing, as I unbuttoned his shirt, tasting what I had been missing for so long.
"Firecracker, I'm sorry… I want you," Nathaniel growled and pushed himself down on the floor so his face was in my cleavage. My chest kept rising and falling as he ripped my blouse off me in one swift motion, touching and moulding my breasts. I arched backwards enjoying the sensation, and the magic pulsed trying to escape through my pores. I felt alive and so loved. I didn't want to think that tomorrow I would have to face reality.
His fangs were marking me gently and I had an urgency to let him know that it was all right to taste me. Nathaniel’s skilled fingers brushed the spot between my legs and I cried out.
He ripped my bra apart with his sharp fangs and licked my nipples, one after the other, pulling them into his mouth. The burning sensation in my belly intensified, and the throbbing between my legs alerted me that I was more ready than I had ever been before.
I pushed him away, grabbed his face and kissed him, releasing some of my excess magic, knowing that he was still mine.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," I demanded, losing the battle with myself and my own promises.
Nathaniel grinned like a schoolboy and, using his vampire speed, he was undressed within couple of seconds. He was breathtakingly beautiful. It was his own power that made me so needy for his soul.
He didn't let me think about what came next but lowered himself between my legs and started caressing my sex with his tongue.
I closed my eyes, feeling euphoric as the energy started swirling inside me, ready to explode.
"My demanding firecracker. You can't imagine how much I missed your sexy body," he said giving me a moment, so I could catch my breath. I was going to come if he didn't stop.
Every lick and brush of his tongue was making me beg for more. My magic blinded me. I was seeing light, experiencing colours, and everything became hypersensitive. Then he was inside me and I was filled with so much power that some of my lights exploded. The wind was blowing through the room throwing my stuff around.
He gripped my hips and kept pounding into me, caressing my nipples, asking me what I wanted.
"I want to bite you so much, Julia, but it might be dangerous," he growled extending his fangs. My heart jackhammered in my chest and I was so close to climax that I didn't care anymore.
"Do it, just do it. I want you to," I cried out and then felt him breaking through my skin. I was coming fast, not even realising what was going on. The love beamed out of me, and he was still inside me as I was drifting and drifting.
I woke up, stretching my arms, feeling incredibly relaxed, and then turned finding a warm body next to me. I blinked a few times realising that I was in my own bed and it was dawn.
My phone in the darkness read six o’clock. My neck was a little tender, but I had never felt so empty. The excess magic was gone and maybe this time it wasn't going to come back.
"Leave it and come here." I heard the deep voice and then everything came back to me. Nathaniel pulled me closer until we were spooning. Last night, although amazing, hadn't gone the way I wanted it to. I wanted us to be able to talk about our relationship and the issues we had. Instead I lost myself to my libido.
"What we are doing, Nathaniel?" I asked him, thinking too much. He kissed my neck, not responding for a moment.
"Making love."
"That’s not what I meant."
"Julia, I can't explain why I said all the things I did, but it won't happen again. Please forgive me. If you want, we can get married today. I can get everything arranged," he whispered, tracing his fingers over my stomach, igniting my desire again.
I turned to look him in the eyes, but my bedroom was dark.
"You can't be serious?"
He laughed loudly and shut me up with his mouth.
"No, I'm not."
"I need to find out who murdered my grandma. I can't think about the wedding right now."
"As you wish, firecracker."
"Is your sister staying in London?"
"Yes, for now," Nathaniel replied, appearing to be unhappy about this turn of events. I didn't need to tell him about his sister’s husband, but he made me mad. Besides, Nathaniel needed to know his sister was married to a vampire who couldn't control himself.
He had to get up. Lucinda was an early bird and Nathaniel needed to catch up on what had been going on in the factory. He promised me dinner later and then left.
After that I was wide awake, so I started thinking about everything that happened in Wales. The potion was never finished, and now the wizard was dead.
My grandma had never worked alone. Was it possible that she’d made some sort of deal with someone when she was younger? She wasn't a psychic, so no one could have known that my father and his human wife would conceive me.
I snoozed for another hour and by eight o’clock I was up. My fingers were shot with bright purple light, but I didn't feel any discomfort. The excess magic was gone.
I looked out the window and saw Roberto outside. It looked like everything was going back to normal. Nathaniel came back and convinced me to give him another chance.
Tron showed up last night wanting to talk to me. He was the only one who might know why my grandma believed royals couldn't be trusted. It was time to have a serious conversation with him. I hid the truth about Jasper and the fact that he was still after me. Whatever, I didn't want to think about him at all.
I made my coffee, wondering what I was going to tell the girls. Yeah, he came back last night, said a few nice words and we had sex. No, this was never going to work. Life was repeating itself without any resolution to the problems we had. My life was moving without my say so and this was my life, and I needed to take control. They weren’t going to understand why I’d forgiven him so easily.
I tossed my bag upside down and everything fell out. I found an old piece of paper with Tron’s phone number on it. This was strange, because I didn't remember him giving me his contact information.
I stared the paper for some time and then dialled the number. A minute later there was no answer and from there I made an instant decision. I needed to see him tonight after work. Maybe he wanted to talk to me about something very important and instead I chose Nathaniel. My grandma still needed me, and he was the only person who knew what had happened in the past.