Page 189 of Eternal Craving

“Go on, love,” Marcus said.

We waited for Rachel to leave the room.

“What the hell are you doing, encouraging her?” I snapped.

Marcus shut the door. “At least be a little more patient with her.”

“Don’t play your violin in the house,” I continued. “Could I have been any clearer?”

“I’ve spent years helping her confidence flourish,” Sunaria said.

“Yes, but you didn’t always feel this way about her, did you?” I moved closer.

Sunaria looked furious. “That’s unfair.” She glanced at Marcus and then grabbed my arm. “She’s like a sister to me now.”

I pulled away from her.

“In one night, you’ve undermined all my work.” Sunaria rested her hands on her hips. “And you refuse to consider the future.”

“Not now.” Marcus gave her a stern glare.

“What, you’ll just let him grow old and die?” Sunaria asked. “Or worse, catch something deadly from one of his patients?”

“If either of you touch my son,” I said quietly, “Iwillkill you.”

The room fell silent.

I left without sparing a single glance in their direction, soaring into the night, indifferent to where I might land.

I chose a graveyard, strolling among the tombstones, enjoying the cooler breeze.

Fog hung just above the ground, layering the cemetery with an eerie white haze. Taking a seat on the steps of one of the older mausoleums, I tried to think, considering Sunaria’s words.

Turn him.

With my son growing older, nearing my age with each passing year, I failed to see the advantage. At some point, I would either have to tell him the truth or withdraw from his life. Jacob would turn twenty-two in August.

Two choices and I didn’t like either of them. They both threatened our happiness.

I regretted my earlier outburst.

If I told him who I was, what I was, I could lose him. Turning my son could destroy him. But letting him die a human death would be too devastating. It was an impossible dilemma.

I caught a whiff of Sunaria’s perfume in the air. She stepped out of the fog, dressed in a black lace bodice and a flowing skirt.

I sighed. “Why do things have to be so devilishly complicated?”

She snuggled against me and brushed her fingers through my hair.

“I’ve missed you,” I whispered.

She was always the balm that soothed me.

The fog swam around her as I scooped her breasts out of the corset, so that they spilled over. Leaning back on my elbows, I admired the view and my appreciation came with an erection. She raised my shirt, suckling on one nipple and then the other.

I imagined that whoever lay entombed behind us welcomed our erotic exchange in lieu of a constant flow of mourners.

Sunaria’s hands rubbed me through my trousers, and then she reached in and pulled me out, massaging me, the cool air causing me to shiver. Her dark locks tumbled over and tickled my thighs. With a gasp, I felt myself swelling within her mouth.