Swept Away: The First Bloodline (32 page)

             
“Let’s go Sweet, we won’t have much time to drop the kids and go again.”  And just like that his hands were on Zach and her, wrapping his arms around them both, they were gone. 

             
“Damien,,,”  Taylor whispered as she felt a sudden, overpowering feeling of nausea. 

              Everything blurred.  Taylor felt light headed.  She could hear Damien calling out for Jarrod to take Zach.  Everything was spinning around her.  She felt his hand on her head pulling it to his chest.

             
“Just breathe Sweet.  It will pass.  That’s why you should have closed your eyes.  You can’t handle the movement.”             

             
“Mmm.”  She couldn’t speak. 

             
“What happened?  I thought you two were supposed to keep them safe.  What happened?  You tell me at once.”

             
Taylor’s body tightened.  She tried to raise her head to turn and look towards the voice so distantly familiar to her.  Damien’s hand remained firm.

             
“They were tracking them.  There were a few complications along the way but they are here now.”

             
“What do you mean complications?”  The voice yelled echoing through the room causing Taylor’s body to tremble.  She began to feel furious.  How dare she yell at them when she had done what she did.  Left them alone, thinking she was dead.  Raped and murdered and never found. 

             
“You have no right to talk to us that way.”  Taylor was beginning to get her stability back.  The more she regained control of her body the more furious she became.  She moved her hands to Damien’s chest and pushed back taking a few steps back.  She could see the look on Damien’s face as he read her thoughts.

             
Quickly she spun around.  There she stood.  The woman that had raised them.  The woman that had been the only person other than Liz, Taylor had ever trusted. 

             
“I have played this moment over in my head a thousand times.   I wondered how I would ever react if I ever got to see you again.  Would I cry, would I run up to you and hug you until you couldn’t breathe?  What would I do?  What would you do?  Hmm?  I guess you answered that.  You yelled at us.”  Taylor turned looking over her shoulder at Damien then back to Ramee.

             
“I don’t feel like wondering anymore.  Knowing what I know now gave me all the answers to all the questions I ever had.  So I think this is going to be my reaction.  You.  Crazy.  Stupid.  Selfish.  Bitch.  How could you do that?  Why would you do that?  We could have faced anything together.  You left us!  I may need you right now but when this is over you are back out of our lives.  Do you understand me?”

             
“Taylor you don’t…”

             
“Don’t tell me what I mean.  I may not have your abilities, but I know what I feel and what I want.  The only question I have right now is, if I leave my kids with you while we go deal with your mess, are you going to leave them like you left me and my sister?”

             
“No.”  Ramee answered her question sternly before lashing back.  “And just this once I will let you get away with talking to me like that but if you ever talk to me like that again, grown woman or not I will spank you like the ten year old little girl that you are acting like.”

             
“You and what army?  Now, I don’t know all the details but I swear to God if you let anything happen to my kids don’t think for a minute I won’t change and hunt you down.  Do you understand that?  You have done nothing but cause me pain, you will not cause my children pain.  Now there are things you need to know.  One, you will not tell them your relationship to them at all!

             
“Two you will not let them leave your sight no matter what you do or what happens.  They stay with you!  Third I don’t want the kids to know anything that is going on.  Don’t show them any abilities you have.  If you can’t do that, I can’t leave them here.”

             
She turned again looking over to the bed that Liz, Ashley and Zach now laid on sleeping.  She knew that Jarrod had taken care of them to prevent them from seeing Taylor’s reaction.

             
“If that is what you wish then so be it.  Taylor one of these days very soon, we will sit and have a chat.  When you change, there are things that you will need to know.  Only I have those answers.  You will come back to me and then you will understand why I had to leave.”  Ramee’s voice was a low whisper by the time she finished talking.  For a moment, a second only Taylor wanted to run to her to feel if she was real. 

             
“Jarrod I don’t want Liz to wake up until we are gone.”  His only response was a nod.

             
“What is your plan?”  Damien asked allowing her to call the shots.

             
“We run.  The four of us.  Until this is over.”  She walked over brushing the hair from Ashley’s eyes.  Leaning down she whispered in her ear.  

             
“You are a bright, beautiful little princess.  Your my princess.  Don’t ever let anyone stand in the way of what you want most.  If ever you miss me, close your eyes and dream of me.  I will meet you there.”  Taylor brushed the tear falling from her eyes before leaning down and kissing her cheek and walking to Zach on the other side.

             
“My little man.  My strong little man.  You were always there for me when no one else was.  Always holding my hand and making my day better.  I’m sorry I couldn’t bring Santa this year buddy.  I wanted him to come.  You take care of your sister and know that I love you and her both more than life itself.  I will come back for you.  I will.”  Again she brushed away her tears before kissing his cheek.

             
“They like the snow.  They love to make snowmen.  Ashley thinks the most amazing thing is snow angels.  I always read stories to them at night.  Make sure they take a bath before bedtime no matter what they say.  Ashley likes her hair French braided with a bow at the end.”

             
“Taylor I know.  I can do this.”

             
“Just like you did before right?”

             
“Yes.”

             
“Take care of them.  Damien get me out of here now.”  Just as quick as the words were out of her mouth Jarrod had Liz and Damien was wrapping his arms around Taylor.

             
“Close your eyes Sweet.”  And they were gone.

             
Just as every other time he had transported her somewhere with her abilities.  With a blink of her eyes she was now standing in a bedroom.  The walls told her they were in a log home.  She turned out of his arms staring out the large window to the snow coming down quickly.  Nothing but white was in view.

     Dark green curtains hung folded to the side and pinned with silver tie backs.  Turning she took note of the furniture.  Black iron.  Everything looked antique and brand new at the same time. 

     When she turned back towards Damien she could see it.  In his eyes.  The same fire she had seen before.  The sheepish smile that appeared seconds after she stepped back made her take a breath.

     “I didn’t come here for that.  This is serious.
”

     She watched as he gripped his crotch.  “So is this.  We are in the bedroom after all.  We did
have a verbal agreement.”

     “That was before all of this happened.”  Again she stepped back.  “Where is Liz?”  Okay so in this moment she really didn’t care
where her sister was.  She was only trying to delay the inevitable. 

     “With Jarrod.”  He stalked towards her.

     “I’m not playing Damien.  This is serious.”  The more she argued the fact they were not about to have sex, the more he wanted her.

     “I agree.  It’s been to long since I got to touch you.” 
Slowly he reached out, brushing her hair away from her face.  “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.”  He whispered.  He leaned down slowly, and began nipping the tender flesh of her neck.

     “Why do you make it so difficult for me?”  She didn’t mean for the quiet moan to escape her mouth but it had. 

     “I don’t know what you’re talking about.  But I know you shouldn’t be talk about that.  Right now you should be thinking of all the nasty sweet things I am about to do to you.”  He raised his head up and leaned in.  Taylor just knew he was going to kiss her, but he didn’t.  Instead he brushed her lips with his before nipping her lower lip.   Teasing her in to submission.

     “You can win if you would just kiss me already.”  And just like that his mouth was on hers.  Her inner
Goddess began crying out in pleasure.  This is what she wanted. 

     A shiver ran through her body as his tongue dipped inside further taking what he wanted. 
She might have been saying no but her body was saying yes.  Yes she wanted this.  Yes she needed this. 

    
She sighed when he pulled his mouth away.  Staring in to his eyes waiting for him to answer her silent question. 
Why did you stop? 

     “On the bed.  My rules.  How do you address me?”

     Her insides quivered in excitement.  “Sir.”

     “Good girl.
  Shoes off.  Bed. Now.  Flat on your back, and then don’t move an inch.”

     Immediately she turned, walking to the bed,
slipping off her shoes before lying flat down on her back.  She couldn’t see him because he stood out of her peripheral vision.  She tried to be patient while she waited but she found it very hard.  She growly quietly.

     She closed her eyes trying to steady her breathing but it was no use.  The only way she was going to be able to relax was for him to take her to the place she needed to be.  To give, what she needed.

     Finally she heard him moving and opened her eyes.  He now stood over her looking down.  Showing his impossibly any sexier smile, then becoming serious.

     “
Sit up.  Strip.  Your feet do not touch the floor.”  He didn’t move and inch when her fingers went straight for the pair of jeans she was wearing.  She shimmied them down her hips taking off her panties with them.  The cooler air of the room kissed her bare skin causing a shiver to run through her body and a smile on Damien’s lips.

     She sat and slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head.  She looked at Damien watching as his eyes stayed locked with her covered breast.  The heat and want in his eyes gave her what she needed.  Teasing him slowly, she rose to her knees and turning she turned her back to him.

She slid first one strap down her arm, then the other. 

     She heard Damien growl, which only excited her more.  It was now her turn to tease him.  She unclasped the bra but held it in place for a second before looking over her shoulder dead in
his, she smiled.  Then threw it his direction. 

     “I know what you’re doing Sweet.  Remember our arrangement.”  He didn’t need to say anything further, she had heard him loud and clear.  But right now she was playful, excited, and horny as hell.

     “What am I doing, Sir?”  She batted her eyes.

      “On all fours, ass in the air.”  Oh, she knew that tone.  That was the tone of her Sweet Sex
God.  The one that made her want to please him.  To move at his every command.  Anything he wanted, she would give.

     Slowly she did as he ordered, lifting her ass.  She peered at him, again looking over her shoulder.  He hadn’t moved an inch.  She felt herself frown and then it was game on again.  Slowly from side to side, her ass began to sway.  Teasing him.  Inviting him. 

      She almost let out a giggle when his growl grew louder as he stepped towards her.  She felt her breath catch at the first touch of his fingertips across the sensitive flesh of her ass.  She groaned when he slid down, teasing a soft rub over her erect nub.  His chuckle wasn’t reassuring he would do what she wanted.  She knew she was in for it when his finger moved a quick circle, then leaving. 

      Softly traveling back up, over her the spot she wanted him the most.  He paused when he reached the forbidden entrance.  Applying just enough pressure to make move slightly forward and away.

     “You won’t be able to move later.”  She couldn’t see him, she didn’t dare turn to look but she could hear his smile. 

     She felt the butterflies grow when she heard the zipper of his pants going down.  She yelped
when his hands gripped her hips and pulled to the edge of the bed.  She cried out when he quickly shoved his cock in to her pussy, deep, no tenderness. 

     His fingers buried in to her hips, using them, pulling them towards him as he thrust forward.  Taking what he wanted. 

     Her fingers gripped the sheets in knots as he showed her no mercy.  She had taunted him and now she was paying the price.  The price that she would gladly pay over and over.  She loved the tender Damien, she loved the play Damien, but she really, really loved this Damien.  The Damien that didn’t act as if she were a fragile piece of meat that could be broken.