Samantha thought on it for a minute before commenting. Remembering how it had felt when Luca bit her and what Kat had told her happened at Eden, she was starting to put together what he was trying to tell her. Her stomach clenched in a pang of jealousy. What exactly was he trying to tell her? “So when you say feed, do you mean ‘I drank her blood’ or do you mean ‘I drank and had sex with Sydney’?”
Yes, she was definitely putting it all together.
Luca took her hand in his, craving contact with his lover. “Yes and no. We were all together in Kade’s house, his guest bedroom. If you’re asking if I had intercourse with Sydney, then no, I did not. But if you’re asking if I fed and it was an erotic experience? Yes. I’m not sure how to put this tactfully.” He chose his words carefully. “I experienced a release during the process. But it was once, and if they hadn’t done it, I could have died. The blood of people like Sydney, the bonded humans, it is rare. I’m sure Kade could have found someone else besides Sydney but it would have taken more time than I had. And besides, they are my friends.”
Samantha pondered his words. She wondered exactly what the three of them had done if it wasn’t intercourse, but it sounded like they engaged in some kind of a ménage; they all came. Samantha knew he needed the blood but still, what had he done with Sydney?
“Seriously? A release?” She laughed indignantly. “You mean you came? With both of them there?”
“I really don’t want to get into the details of the entire session but let’s just say it wasn’t intercourse and it wasn’t oral sex. But yes, the gist of what you are saying is correct. I fed from Sydney. I touched her, and she me. I came.” Luca prayed she wouldn’t freak out and take off running again. It wasn’t as if he’d exactly had a choice in the matter. He would have died without Sydney’s blood and was lacking any kind of control during their healing encounter.
“Is this experience something you intend to repeat with them? I mean, I may be experienced sexually, but I’m not that open. I have firm limits, Luca. And sharing is one of them. I won’t share you with other women if we are going to be in a relationship. Not an option, Luca.” She felt sick thinking that he might have to drink the blood of other women.
“No, no, no. Samantha. I would never ask that of you. It isn’t something I wanted. I just needed to be honest with you about how I healed, what happened. There can’t be secrets between us, especially when we will be with Kade and Sydney. Believe me, what happened with them, it will never happen again. And you should know that I don’t share either. Never,” he said through gritted teeth. He’d kill the next man who laid a finger on his woman. “I want you. I love you. And if you will agree, I want to fully bond with you.”
Relieved, Samantha jumped up out of bed naked and straddled the clothed Luca. He leaned his head against the back of the headboard, enjoying the view of his beautiful woman, resting his hands on her hips.
“Luca, I love you.” It felt strange saying those words yet Samantha couldn’t help but tell him how she felt. “Whatever you had to do to stay alive, I get it. But, I’m grateful Kade and Sydney saved you. Okay, I’m not crazy about the three of you in bed, but what’s done is done, and today, you’re here in bed with me. My vampire.”
“My witch.” Luca waited patiently as Samantha pressed her lips to his. Their tongues danced, gently tasting and exploring. Samantha began to grind into his hardness, eager to make love with him again.
Luca broke the kiss and threw his head back again. “You are tempting something fierce, darlin’, but we’ve got to go find ourselves an amulet. We can’t stay in bed all day.”
“Ugh. Hate that you are right.” Samantha pouted. “Okay, I’m getting in the shower but you owe me later.” She winked at him as she bounced off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Luca smiled to himself, thinking that the woman was going to be the death of him, and what a sweet death it would be.
After getting dressed in jean shorts and a pink tank top, Samantha walked into the kitchen with a spring in her step. Her cell phone buzzed while she was lacing up her sneakers. She glanced at the message. “Luca! Someone accessed the coven’s database. I’m goin’ into your laptop,” she yelled up the stairs.
Luca ran down the steps, and sat next to Samantha as she opened up her program. She typed furiously.
“Ilsbeth went in this morning. Yes! Gotcha.” She brought up the coven’s website and quickly entered Ilsbeth’s ID and password, pressed enter and waited. “Okay, baby. Here we go. We’re in! Now let’s see how we can search. Looks like they have things categorized. We’ve got witchcraft by country. We’ve got witchcraft by modern types, Wicca, Stregheria…yadda, yadda, yadda. Okay, I see spell casting, ingredients, necromancy. Ew…so not ever doing that. Here’s book of shadows, demonology, ceremonial magick, scrying, shamanism. Come on, there’s got to be something here.” She kept scrolling down, hoping there’d be a category for the Hematilly Periapt. “Come to mama! Yes. Talismans. It’s an amulet. Does that sound right?” she questioned Luca.
“Yes, that should be it. A talisman usually guards against evil, but considering we’ve got no idea what it does, let’s give it a try.”
“There must be thousands of these things, but I’ll give it to the sisters, they have each one detailed: what it’s made of, purpose, who created it, how to make one. Looks like some of these are blank. They must still be in the process of creating this database. Oh my God, Luca. Here it is, the Hematilly Periapt. I can’t read this. Is this Latin? What is this?” The description was written in a foreign language:
A potens pythonissam, Maria Voltaire, in septimodecimo saeculo ad certate pestilentia de lamia. Et facta periapt Hematite ex Graeco sanguinem. In actu periapt est proxime duo digitis per unum inch in figura lacrima gutta. Ita dominus periapt oportet esse in magica persuasione potest etiam actiones lamia voluerint. In ordine ad pythonissam ad eu in periapt, requirit gutta intentum lamia. Semel occurrit, in lamia erit sub veneficas imperium vsque mortem. Eam scriptor current location est ignotum.
Luca read the description and translated. “It’s Latin. So basically it says that the periapt was created by a powerful witch. Her name was Maria Voltaire. She made it in the seventeenth century to combat vampires, presumably during the great mass hysteria over vampires during that time. Anyway, it says that the periapt is made of the mineral hematite. The word, hematite is derived from the Greek word for blood. Then it describes it; it says the actual periapt is approximately two inches by one inch, in the shape of a tear drop. The owner of such a periapt must be a witch, warlock or mage. Here we go, here’s the crux of it. The periapt can control the actions of any vampire. But in order for the witch to activate the stone, it requires a drop of blood from the intended vampire and then the vampire shall be under the witch’s control as long as the witch keeps it on her person. It lists its current location as unknown.” Running through the scenarios in his head, Luca’s eyes narrowed in anger.
“Goddammit, now we know why the hell everyone seems to want it. Imagine if a witch got the amulet and the blood of a vampire. Like my blood, for example. Fuck.” He slammed his fist down on the counter, remembering what Kade and Sydney had told him about the needles all over the church where they’d found him. Perhaps someone had taken his blood for a different reason than they thought.