B. Donna - Blood Pool

Her head nestled between his neck and shoulder, and she writhed back and forth on top of him, his cock just at the entrance of paradise. He could feel she was wet with hunger, devoid of all thoughts as she stared at him. Encompassing her soul, he owned her very being. Bo couldn’t begin to tell where she ended and he began.

She sank her teeth into his flesh once more and tasted him, slowly moving her hips down to meet his awaiting sex. He cried out as he pushed himself deep inside, almost climaxing at the velvety feel of her. She drank from his neck, yet it was if she were making love and sucking his cock at the same time.

His whole body trembled.

Firmly grasping her by the waist, he rammed farther inside her, the feel of the wet grass beneath him, the smell of salty air and skin all around. Her eyes, a liquid silver, held his gaze as she wiped his blood from her mouth in a seductive manner, which drove him over the edge. She had that look. The look that drove him wild.

He turned her over now, covering her body with his own, delving into the inner depths of his love. Their animal instincts took over and their lust for each other knew no end. Her fingers dug into his back as she clawed desperately at him. Bo needed to get as close as he could to her very core, where her soul resided.

She licked the blood from her fingers. He felt wave after wave of pleasure taking control of her. She smiled seductively.

Her legs wrapped tightly around him. With every thrust, he lifted her off the grass. She held on as if her life depended on staying connected to him.

“More… I want more…” she begged as he crashed into her, mimicking the waves against the rocks a few feet away. It seemed as if it wasn’t enough, as if she could never get enough of him.

“Is this what you want, my love?” he asked as he rocked inside her.

“Oh, Bo…yes…and more…” She closed her eyes.

His arms curved underneath hers and he cradled the back of her head. With every thrust, he felt closer to release. He tried to delay, but the day had been long and in his fantasies he had made love to her a hundred times already.

As their passions crested, his will grew weak.

But this was just the beginning. They would have the whole night ahead of them. They would enjoy every moment spent in each other’s arms.

“Love me…” he whispered as his teeth sank into her flesh once more.

With a sudden jolt, he came inside her. Lifting his head to the heavens, he let out a blood-curdling cry of pure ecstasy.

He held his head in his hands at the table. His mind whirled at the memory of that afternoon, sending signals to his body that were better ignored. He ached for Raven. He knew there was a message for him in that memory. Since they’d made love so close to the ocean, his best guess was that she was traveling over the water again. Back home. To Mirabelle.

He stood, inhaled deeply and headed for the boat. The memory of their coupling clung to him as fiercely as Raven had on that blissful summer afternoon.

He headed for the Boston Whaler. It bobbed in the water at the dock, a quarter-mile down from Laroque’s property.

Bo was lost in thought as he stumbled out of the house at the same time Jade and Tobias shimmered out of the vapors. They practically collided.

“Damn!” he cursed, sidestepping Jade, virtually falling over the front steps.

“Thank God you’re all right!” Jade said, throwing her arms around his neck. Upon second thought, she pulled away immediately. He’d not been so jovial in her presence the last time they were together.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know I’m not your favorite person.”

“No, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. I was…” Bo headed toward the water, his head down, shoulders slumped. He looked terrible.

“Wait. Where are you going?” Jade called to him.

“Let him be,” Tobias said, and in an instant he stood at the side of the boat. “Are you okay, Bo? Let me take a look at your wound.”

“It’s healing, Tobias. I’ll be fine. I must have just missed her… She was so close. I saw her for the briefest second.”

The rope tied to the cleat lay loosely around the metal hook, and Bo leaned to unknot it. He dropped to his knees and grabbed the cleat, ripping it from the wooden dock.

“Raven!” he howled into the night.

“I know where my father is. Let me go talk to him,” Jade pleaded with Tobias and Bo while they sat around a table at The Bed and Brew having a quick meal.

No one was eating. The three of them hadn’t slept or eaten in days, with the exception of Jade downing a pint or two a day of O negative. Bo showed the worst signs of fatigue.

“He’s on the island at this guy Henri’s house. It’s located on the south side. I went there last night.”

Bo jumped up from his seat. “You what?” he exclaimed, slamming his fist on the table.

“I went there. Tobias was with Emerald and you were-where were you? Anyway, I used my abilities to tune in to both my father and Raven. She’s there with two other Lamai and three shifters. Henri is one Lamai, and Mick is the other.”

“The same Mick from Blood Pool?” Bo asked.

Jade’s face flushed.

“You know this man?” Tobias stated more than asked.

“Yes. I’ve been seeing him for a few months now.”

Bo moved suddenly, knocking the table over in his wake. “You’ve been in contact with this Lamai all along?” His ire visibly inundated him as he grabbed Jade by her shirt collar.

“N-no-Bo, listen to me. I haven’t been in contact with him…”

Bo tossed her to the side, and she crashed into an empty table and chairs. Bridget poked her head from the kitchen and wisely made a quick retreat.

Jade straightened her white cotton shirt and tucked it back into her jeans. She was more stunned than physically hurt by Bo’s reaction. She knew she should have seen it coming. Bo was running on empty and feeling more and more dejected at every turn.

“I was so close to rescuing Raven the night before. I had her in my sights and lost her because I was paralyzed by my emotions. I-I didn’t realize the other two shifters had noticed me and were circling.”

“Tobias, I haven’t spoken with Mick in days. Since I came back to Mirabelle Cove, we haven’t spoken. I didn’t tell Mick where I was in case he’d unwittingly let my father know what I was doing, that I was helping you. I swear to you both I didn’t speak with Mick last night, either.”

“You know what, Jade, I don’t give a fuck.” Bo stormed across the room and stood just inches away from her. “All I know is that ever since you got here, my life has been a living hell. I almost died trying to save your ass, and now your father has Raven. The gods only know if she’s even still alive.”

“She is alive. I saw her last night, asleep. She knew I was near. I don’t know how I did it, but I managed to enter her dream.” Jade turned to walk out of the bar. “But you don’t want to hear what I have to say,” she snapped as she slammed the door behind her.

Bo yelled over the clamor, “You’re right! Like I said, I don’t give a fuck!”

Tobias walked over to try to calm the brooding man down. Bo spun around and roared, “Don’t, Tobias! Don’t say a word!” With that, Bo bolted out the door.

Tobias was left standing alone in the ransacked room.

Bo beat a path to Blood Pool by noon, his stride purposeful as he entered Solaris’s office. She sat behind her desk with the curtains drawn. Incense burned in the brazier. A midnight blue velvet cloth covered the desktop. Tiny bones lay scattered across it, forming a pattern that made sense only to Solaris.