Part 12 (2/2)

With his bare feet propped on the black granite coffee table, Severo settled in the overstuffed easy chair and nursed a plate of beef stew. He never sat at the kitchen table. Too formal. Even the bar stools before the counter held no interest for him. Heloise could huff about his messy eating habits all she liked.

Bella did sit at the counter and had the neatest manners. It was fascinating to watch her interact with the elder servant.

Heloise was short, dark skinned and jolly. Cleanliness was a vocation to her kind, and she cooked as if she were a four-star chef.

But she didn't approve of profuse thanks. That would result in his white s.h.i.+rts being laundered with a red towel in punishment.

House brownies were hard workers with little pride. A simple thank-you went a long way.

After a taste of the delicious stew, Bella wanted to know what the brownie had put in it. She didn't fawn but seemed genuinely curious, which, instead of bothering Heloise, brightened her disposition even more.

The brownie was currently showing Bella the fridge full of beef cuts she'd picked up at market the other day.

”Filet mignon!” Bella called to him and displayed the plastic-wrapped meat cut. ”I'm in heaven.”

And he was, too.

Suddenly life seemed bearable. Beyond bearable. He could venture to label it right. It hadn't felt this way for a long time. Since Aby.

He glanced to the wall beside the plasma television. Photographs hung in gold frames, put there by Aby. The one of him and Aby still hung there. He wouldn't dream of taking it down. He hadn't spoken to her for months, and he...missed her.

Friends were not easy to come by, especially for a man who'd been born and raised in a pack. The pack mentality did not allow for companions.h.i.+p, only constant compet.i.tion and attempts to become the alpha. He'd been the princ.i.p.al alpha in the Northern pack for decades. And while they'd had their scuffles with the vampires over the years, Severo was proud his leaders.h.i.+p had seen the wolves protected from humans.

After finding Aby, he had left the Northern pack. He'd found what had been missing from his life. Compa.s.sion. Companions.h.i.+p.

And infatuation.

He had been more than willing to make Aby his mate. She had not.

Bella's giggle redirected his thoughts. She sat before the counter, soaking up the stew gravy with a slice of freshly baked oat bread.

To think, he had Elvira to thank for sending her thugs after Bella-and pus.h.i.+ng her into his arms.

That was as far as his grat.i.tude reached toward the vampiress. Today he would locate the mistress of the night and determine exactly what her intentions were toward Bella. And if Bella cared about the milquetoast Seth, he'd see about him, too.

”You have a pool, too,” Bella said as she settled into the oversize chair alongside him. He set his plate on the floor and pulled her onto his lap. She wiped some gravy off his beard and stuck that finger into his mouth. He licked it clean. ”Want to go for a swim tonight?”

Perhaps Elvira could wait.

Severo had told Bella that Heloise spent her evenings in the bas.e.m.e.nt, laundering clothes, and usually left in time to get home for the late news. Still, Bella had been reluctant to strip naked and dive into the pool. Until her lover had done the stripping for her.

With his teeth and tongue.

Now she surfaced in his arms and received a long, wet kiss. The weight of his embrace begged for entrance, so she wrapped her legs about him. His shaft slid into her, filling her. Severo was strong; he could tread water in the middle of the pool, allowing them to keep their heads above the water, while he pumped inside her. It was like floating and drowning at the same time.

They came together. Bella stretched her arms out across the water's surface, releasing her climax in a s.h.i.+very cry.

”Severo,” she murmured and then repeated his name.

He nipped at her chin. ”Yes, love?”

”Is that your real name? It's so interesting.”

”Strange, you mean?”

She gave him a nodding smile. ”Is it your first name or last?”

”My surname, but I've never used my first. You don't think it suits me?”

”It does. Is it Italian?”

”It is. My parents immigrated at the turn of the twentieth century.”

”What's your first name? I promise I won't tell if it's Percival or Eugene.”

”It's Stephan,” he offered. ”But I don't use it, because it reminds me of my father. That was his name, as well.”

”Your father? You have parents? Well, of course you do. Were you born a werewolf?”

”Yes. Both my mother and father were of the breed.”

”Are they still alive?”

”No.” He released her and swam backward.

The water temperature fell at the loss of contact with his warm flesh. She'd said something wrong. His parents must be a sore spot with him.

”I'd prefer you didn't use my first name,” he said and heaved his body up to sit on the edge of the pool. Reaching back, he snagged a towel and sopped at his hair and chest. ”Unless it's important to you.”

What memories could he have of his father that made him want to renounce his name? She wanted to ask but sensed he'd put up a wall. ”Severo works for me.”

Bella dove deep, leaving him alone. The water m.u.f.fled her senses, and the depths, which glowed aquamarine before her eyes, blocked out the world.

Here she swam, deep within the rabbit's adventure. Would he see her as a mere rabbit if the werewolf managed to find her?

Severo drove Bella to town for dance practice and promised to return for her in two hours. He s.h.i.+fted the Mercedes into Drive and rolled slowly down the street toward Minneapolis proper.

He wasn't sure where to find Elvira. She moved about the country but made her home in Minneapolis. Probably because she'd be laughed out of vampiredom in any other metropolitan area. He couldn't figure out if the chick knew she was copying the television personality, or if she genuinely believed the mistress-of-the-night look worked for her.Vamps. He'd never figure them out, nor did he want to.

It had felt great ripping those two vampires apart in Bella's home last night. They'd had it coming, and he hadn't felt his energy like that for a while. The werewolf took a lot out of him during the three nights a month it reigned.

That was probably why he was so forceful with Bella. He needed an outlet for all that aggression. Sure, s.e.x helped some, but he'd never lie to himself that romping the countryside as the wolf wasn't the ultimate.

With the full moon so close now, the dilemma arose of leaving Bella for three days, or remaining and seeing if he could sate the werewolf into submission. But he'd want to do that only for two days, the ones preceding and following the night of the full moon.

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