Moonlight Lovers

Thirty-four

SELENE WAS careful not to prod too hard at Silas’s head wound while she was cleaning it. When she and Godric arrived at the estate by Roald Hosmurg’s car earlier that evening, she found her mentor sitting by the dining table, his blood had dried on his face and hands.

She was so upset. She stifled a cry when she hit Silas’s shoulder lightly, telling him why he hadn’t called a doctor to have his wounds treated right away. Silas just shrugged and said he couldn’t have done so, because in his state, he might tell the hospital staff exactly what happened, and then they might get the police involved. If the authorities visited the estate and saw the damage in the house, they’d ask further questions, which would either result in them finding out about Godric or him being sent to a psychiatric hospital. He said he could not be the one to put his boss in danger. Selene felt really sorry for Silas.

They are in his room right now while Godric and Roald talked about what happened in Boris’s house. Selene had just helped Silas clean his wound and is now putting some ointment and dressing the cut. Silas promised to go to the hospital tomorrow to get himself looked at.

“Does it hurt?” Selene asked in a whisper, her voice raspy. She was carefully dabbing some ointment on his wound at the base of his neck using a cotton swab.

“I’m fine, Selene,” Silas responded.

“No, you’re not fine,” she said. Suddenly, she stopped and she started crying again. “I’m so sorry, Silas. You got hurt because of me.”

“Hey.” Silas turned around to look at her. He chuckled when he saw her wiping her cheeks with the back of her hands. He gently nudged her chin with his knuckles. “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what Boris looked like. And even if you did, he came unannounced. Even I was surprised. And none of us could have done anything to stop him. He’s a vampire.”

“But I shouldn’t have volunteered to open the door. I shouldn’t have been careless. And now you’re hurt, and it’s making me feel so bad.”

“You’re like a baby.” He then opened his arms wide. “Come here. I’m not blaming you so stop feeling bad about yourself, okay?”

Selene nodded and gently returned Silas’s embrace. She sighed. “Thank you for trying to save me earlier.”

Silas wrinkled his nose. “I failed, though. Got thrown across the floor.”

She shook her head in disagreement. “Doesn’t matter to me. I still think what you did was cool.”

“Well, thank you.” He grimaced. “I can’t promise you though that I’ll try to act cool like that again.”

Selene put her hands on her hips. “Promise me you never will.”

He just chuckled again. Selene resumed putting ointment on his wound. And Silas felt glad that he and Selene are starting to become great friends.

BORIS’S STEEL-LIKE hands were propped against Jada’s small waist, as his pelvis thrusts faster and faster inside her wet womanhood. His assistant was crouched face-down against the mattress, her hips were elevated to allow him to easily push in and out of her. Her hands were gripping the blanket, and she was biting the sheets between her teeth.

“Boris!” She gasped as his boss went deeper inside her. She buried her face on the bed and squealed in delight as Boris continued riding out her orgasm.

Boris sexily grunted, slapping his assistant’s round buttocks as she continued spilling her wetness between her thighs.

Jada was moaning shakily, tiredly as Boris finally pulled out of her. Her body fell back down on his soft bed, she didn’t bother covering her nakedness with a blanket or a pillow.

“You’re rougher tonight,” Jada said, smiling like crazy and catching her breath. “I hurt all over but I like it.”

Boris didn’t react. He climbed down the bed, slipped on his long silk robes, and went straight to a table in the corner of the room to pour himself some bourbon.

Jada’s smiles slowly disappear. “Is something wrong?”

“What do you know about the human girl my brother’s keeping?” He asked straightforwardly.

Jada was stunned. He was not expecting Boris to still be thinking about the woman after she caused so much trouble for him earlier. She averted her gaze, jealousy growing in her chest. “Nothing,” she answered.

“You must know something. That’s your job,” he growled.

Jada got up from the bed, thick white liquid still dripping between her thighs, and picked up her clothes on the floor. “Why do you even want to know? She’s trouble as far as I can tell.”

Boris combed his silver hair with his long fingers. “You’re wrong. She’s different. There’s something about her—” He paused to laugh at himself when he caught what he was saying and even to him it sounds ridiculous. “I don’t know what it is but it’s making me feel… differently.” He looked at Jada, her naked body exposed shamelessly before his eyes. “I want her. Does that make sense?”

“No,” she quickly replied. Jada’s despondent eyes darted at him. “And how can a mere human be different from anyone else? Listen to yourself, Boris.”

“Right. So there really must be something about her. Something only she has.”

Jada dumped her clothes on the couch and walked towards Boris. She hugged Boris’s waist from behind, resting her hands against his wide chest. She planted little butterfly kisses on his back, just below his shoulder blades. “You are one of the most powerful blood beings in the entire world, Boris. Will you risk your reputation, your power, your coven for a puny little mortal woman?”

“She isn’t just some mortal woman,” Boris insisted.

“You don’t know that.” Jada’s hands traveled down his crotch, and she started massaging his bulging erection. “I don’t get why you are so interested in her. You don’t need to look far for a woman who can satisfy you. I’m here. I’m always here for you, Boris.”

When Boris turned to face Jada, she started to remove the robe he had put on earlier and let it fall down the floor. She sank to her knees and started giving him a good head.

Jada looked up at him with those pretty eyes as her head bobbed up and down. Yet somehow, Boris could not stop imagining what if it was Godric’s new pet that was sucking him right now?

Boris grabbed Jada’s hair and shut his eyes. No way, he thought. It must be just his hypersexual nature that is desiring what his brother has. Of course, what else could it be? He had never lusted over a human like this. He’s just jealous of his brother and his shiny new toy, probably.

“From what I heard, that girl could be a spellblood,” Jada muttered after releasing his manhood from her mouth with a loud pop. “I don’t know what it is, but it doesn’t sound nice at all.”

Boris remembered what Jada said. After spending the next few hours roughly having with her petite assistant on one of his couches in the room, Jada fell asleep. Boris slipped out of the room and headed to his library.

He collected some of the books and scrolls that were written by some of the first-generation vampires who are also part of the highest members of the council and read through the material for any information about what Jada mentioned. Spellblood, it was the first time he’s heard about it.

Boris found a small script in the book written by the head of the legislature himself, Magnus Rogliesvania. It said a spellblood is a unique type of human blood that appears only in one family ancestry whose origin dated back several millennia ago.

He read more of what Magnus wrote and found out that a spellblood has the capability to rouse the feeling of being alive even to a thousand-year-old vampire. Not only that but feeding off of a spellblood can make a blood being stronger than the rest of all the other vampires.

Boris let out a small dry laughter. Slowly, he started laughing maniacally.

What good fortune, he thought.

He had decided, he will do everything to get the spellblood.

“YOUR leave starts today, Silas.”

Silas looked up from his computer screen and saw Godric looking authoritatively at him, arms folded in front of his chest.

“I didn’t request for it,” he answered, confused.

“I know. But look at you, you need it. Now get out of this office.”

Silas looked down at himself. He was wearing a button-down white shirt which some of the buttons were done mismatched. He had used an old shirt to create a makeshift cast for his left arm that was damaged badly when he hit the newel post of the grand staircase yesterday because he was planning to go to the hospital during lunch break to get a proper cast. He wasn’t even able to properly knot his tie and had to ask Selene to do it.

“It could have been worse.” He shrugged.

Godric exhaled and slammed Silas laptop. “You are not working today. Go to the hospital. Take a week’s leave. I’ll assign your work to our other staff. Selene is willing to take over some of your workloads, too, so you don’t have to worry.”

Silas flexed his other working hand. “I can work with one hand.”

“Goddamnit, Silas! Stop being difficult. I’m your boss and I’m giving you time off. End of discussion.”

Godric did not wait for Silas’s response and immediately headed towards the door. He pulled the door shut behind him, leaving his assistant puzzled by his sudden outburst.

Godric stopped in front of a small petite figure waiting for him outside. Selene was holding back her laughter at the small act Godric had to put on to persuade Silas to take a leave from work. Godric slipped his hands inside the pocket of his pants.

“Was that alright?’ He asked shyly.

She nodded.

“Will you go with me now?”

Selene nodded again.

Godric’s pale complexion started to blush a little. He kept his gaze averted from Selene. “Okay, I’ll wait for you in the car. Don’t take too long.”

“I won’t, Godric,” she said sweetly.