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  “Your mother was stunning.” Gracie knew Adelina, but hadn’t known her in her youth. Adelina was now the matriarch of the Santucci family and she appeared more dominating than serene.

  “Yes. Pappa says even if she hadn’t been cursed with her soul sin and bound to him by fate, he would’ve taken her anyway.”

  “She is a witch then, and your father is a vampire. How did they create children of both genders?”

  “We aren’t certain. It was actually Gemma that got us the information we have. It wasn’t something my parents fully understood. My mamma just counted it a blessing to have a little girl after three sons.”

  “What do they know? What did my sisters find out?”

  “They believe I’m an anomaly brought about in alignment with the prophecy, that I am the only one of our kind to exist. In a way, my mamma was right. I was a gift from the Goddess in exchange that my life be used in fulfillment of the prophecy.”

  “Your life?” Grace was confused now, and worried about losing this woman who she just discovered could be hers.

  “Not like that, Grace. I simply mean I am meant to use my life in a way that helps our society. No harm will come to me. Or you, as long as we are bonded.”

  Davina took Grace’s hands in her own and placed her forehead to Grace’s. “My Grace, our prophecy, the one that is ours to fulfill, is believed to create a union that ensures those like us can continue to live in harmony with their bodies while continuing the Valendite Breed.”

  “Why was I never told?”

  “I suspect there wasn’t a soul that knew your true emotions, your needs. There was never a reason to tell you of this prophecy. On the other hand, it was obvious that I would be affected.”

  “But…” Before Grace could ask more questions, Davina drew her hands up to Grace’s face and held her head between her palms, stroking softly down her cheeks with her thumbs. Grace felt weak again. Her body hummed.

  Grace had no doubt left within her. She looked into Davina’s eyes and was helpless to do anything less than worship this woman who was to be her mate. No other thoughts existed but this moment between them. The humming, a vibration in the air around them, held them within a private cocoon, and Grace wasn’t afraid when they kissed again. This time, the kiss was a richer and deeper exploration than their first. Davina licked Grace’s lips and sought out Grace’s tongue, licking every inch of her mouth, running her tongue against her teeth. When she broke the kiss, it was only to move down Grace’s body.

  Davina’s mouth descended to her breasts as she kissed her beaded nipples through the pink lace of her bra. She suckled gently at her breasts as if Grace were a delicious dessert, and Grace cried out with need. Davina’s mouth and tongue were warm, a marked difference from the cooler touch of her lips. It was incredible how her body was responding to Davina. The hairs on Grace’s body—those fine, soft little strands too fine to see—were standing on end as if electrified. Grace’s entire being was over sensitive and on fire.

  The heat inside Grace’s belly was growing more intense. She could no longer still her hands as she reached out to touch Davina, running her fingers through her mate’s long black hair and marveling at the dramatic difference from her own nearly white blonde pixie cut. Grace was unsure of herself and still trying to learn. She had never been touched in this way, though she had longed for it. How she needed Davina to guide her.

  “Please, show me,” Grace’s voice was breathy. She spoke quietly, shy in this unique experience. “Help me, Davina.”

  As if this final plea was all she needed, Davina removed Grace’s sweater, then her skirt from her, allowing it all to drop to the floor. Grace stood before her now in only her pink lace undergarments. She was nervous, self-conscious of her less curvy figure, and moved to cover herself, but Davina wanted to see everything. “Do not cover yourself from me. You’re beautiful. Now that I have you, don’t take that from me.”

  Grace dipped her head and stood before Davina, feeling vulnerable. With a deep fortifying breath, she lifted her head and looked into Davina’s eyes. There she found the same desire she had always felt inside of herself, a deep longing for someone who understood, who felt the emotions that rolled through her body. They were the same in heart. That meant everything to Grace.

  As if she knew all of Grace’s insecurities, Davina placed a guiding hand on the small of her back and led Grace to the sofa. “Just sit here and let me undress for you.”

  Davina stepped back and began to remove her clothes. She unbuttoned each of the large buttons down the front of her dress, pausing only to unhook the belt at her waist. Then she shrugged the dress from her shoulders and allowed it to fall to her hips before shifting so it made its way to the floor. Davina kept her eyes locked on Grace who found she couldn’t look away.

  The tiny black lace bra held breasts as plump as Grace had dreamed of, larger than her own and with deep colored brown nipples that showed through the lace. Grace licked her lips as Davina unhooked the front closure and exposed her breasts just inches from Grace’s watering mouth.

  Davina laughed at Grace’s moan that escaped as she wiggled in her seat, watching the show before her. Davina toed off her black heels which placed her in a most delicious spot in front of Grace, now covered in only the tiniest pair of black lace panties Grace had ever seen. If Davina would just turn, Grace could see if her guess was right. These were a thong.

  “May I?” Davina asked as she leaned down and moved her arms around Grace to the hooks of her bra.

  The touch of their skin once again brought the humming sound back, making it nearly impossible for Grace to think beyond this moment.

  “I’m not as beautiful as you,” Grace’s cheeks bloomed. “Your skin is so rich and toned. Your curves are, well let’s just say they’re something I’ve never had but always adored on others.” She wanted so badly, she needed so badly, but she was afraid.

  “You are everything I have ever hoped to have, my Grace. You are beautiful to me. I alone am who matters for you. And you alone are who matters for me.”

  When Davina moved back, she took Grace’s bra with her. She knelt down in between Grace’s legs and stroked her outer thighs up to the elastic on Grace’s panties she still wore. They were the final barrier to cross. Davina’s eyes roamed from Grace’s legs, to her belly, to her chest. She took each nipple in turn into her warm mouth and suckled it until the hard beads were like pearls. Grace ached for her mate, but needed more than the air she breathed. Then Davina’s eyes met Grace’s where they merged without words.

  Grace took deep breaths as she felt the heat from Davina’s touch spread from her thighs, between her legs, and into her belly where it burned. She was on fire. Davina’s hand slipped under her tiny panties, sliding her fingers into the drenched folds between Grace’s legs and finding her clit hidden at the top of her pussy. She swirled her finger around the tiny bud and Grace instinctively began to move against her fingers. The burning was overtaken now by a new intensity—a spark perhaps. Her hips were rolling and she pressed harder on Davina.

  “Take your tongue, my Grace, and touch it to my sharpest tooth. Swirl it around on my teeth just as my finger is swirling in your pussy. The blood exchange will bind us and I can take you to a new height then.” Davina’s breathing had become more labored. “I want you and I need you now. Please say you will have me now.”

  Grace couldn’t speak. The idea that this was her mate, that she had both attributes of a Valendite Breed and a woman of the Magdalena Circle, seemed unreal. She could truly have everything she’d dreamed of. Grace gave a nod and raised her bottom to free her panties.

  “Thank the Goddess. I have waited my whole life for you.” Davina’s words were barely finished when Grace took her mouth, surprising her.

  Grace hungrily moved her tongue into Davina’s mouth, brushing across her tongue, working her way around her mouth. They were both shaking with the burning heat of a fever, a hunger that ignited when their naked bodies pressed again
st each other. Breasts formed to breasts and soft curves connected along their bellies and legs as Davina moved on top of Grace, softly pushing her further into the plush leather of the sofa.

  A moan escaped Davina when she tasted the first drop of Grace’s blood. Grace returned her moan, sending vibrations rushing through her body and causing her to press herself closer against Davina. Then in a singular moment of clarity—just a moment in time when the buzzing around them paused—Grace realized she could feel Davina’s satisfaction, her tremendous desire, and her heated need as if it were her own.

  Grace no longer had to guess what her mate was feeling. It was all inside of her. When they broke the kiss and Davina sat back, Grace’s hands stroked the sides of Davina’s torso, petting gentle strokes on her stomach and tweaking her belly piercing before traveling to Davina’s breasts. Grace’s fingers tugged at Davina’s nipples, so dark and hard. The weight of her breasts in Grace’s hands was grounding. She wanted to purr in absolute delight at how right it felt in this moment. When Davina pushed into her hands, Grace caressed them with a firmer touch, learning the feel of her mate’s body and treasuring the sounds of delight coming from Davina.

  Davina began exploring Grace’s body too, moving up and down her legs, then back to her center again. Each time she’d pull away from her place between Grace’s legs, Grace let out a whimper. Davina was teasing her with her shrewd little fingers. And then she felt Davina pinch her nipples, giving back what she was receiving. Grace gasped into Davina’s mouth and moaned as the tugs became sharper. Their touches urged each other on as they continued exploring.

  Grace pulled her eyes up to meet Davina’s, gasping for air in the midst of the intensity of their Claiming, and asked, “What’s happened, Davina? Why do I feel like this?” Gracie was panting. She could feel the heated wetness between her legs, the ache rising within her. The need to rub herself against Davina’s thigh was nearly unstoppable.

  “Oh, my Grace, we are now bonded. You will for the rest of all time feel what I feel just as I will feel the emotions within you. It’s a powerful bond for mates.” Davina smiled down at Grace with a twinkle in her eye. “It will make us hunger more deeply and love more ferociously.”

  “You are my mate.” Grace’s voice shook, her nerves in conflict with her desire. She was overwhelmed by giving into something she wanted so much without forcing herself to hold back. “I never have to hold back with you. I don’t have to worry about overindulging.”

  “Never again will you hold back or deny yourself. You are my mate to care for and you will be satisfied always.” Davina quirked one of her sculpted eyebrows before she took Grace’s mouth with hers again. She offered comfort and reassurance as she smoothed her hands down Grace’s body. She followed Grace’s slight curves as if she were taking the time to learn every inch of her body as Grace watched from below her.

  Shifting Grace onto her back, Davina settled between Grace’s legs. Curious, Grace leaned on her elbows to watch this amazing woman who was now hers for eternity. Looking up, Davina’s lip curled into a smile as her eyes were shaded by her long, dark lashes. Then she brought her head down to Grace’s core where she immediately found her clit and circled it with her tongue. The abrupt sensation had Grace’s hips lifting in her hands as she pressed her pelvis into Davina. She craved more contact, her clit throbbing with need. As if sensing it, Davina slipped one, then two, fingers inside of her. She moved them gently at first, almost teasingly, and then thrust them inside so that her palm cupped her pussy and her thumb found her clit. Gracie cried out.

  “It’s ok, my Grace, relax and enjoy us,” Davina leaned over her to speak into her ear, dropping light kisses onto her flesh as she moved up Grace’s body. The feeling of her breath was warming, hot. The intensity of her touch, the pleasure in the moment was overwhelming. Davina never stopped the rhythm her fingers had found. Then she moved back between Grace’s legs, her fingers deeper inside with this new angle and her lips locked onto Grace’s clit. She thrust, suckled, and nipped one final time when Grace’s inner muscles began to spasm around Davina’s fingers lodged deep inside of her.

  “Davina, Davina, Oh Goddess,” Grace called out, moaning into the throw pillow near her head. In a rush of wetness, Grace spiraled towards an edge she’d never before known.

  And just as she thought she was coming out of the high, Davina pierced the skin of her inner thigh. Her teeth bit into Grace’s flesh and opened a vein for Davina to drink her in. The room around them faded away as Grace was propelled once again into a state of bliss, muscles tensing and then relaxing in an explosion of new sensations. Grace was assaulted by tremors that shook her body and had her calling out once again to her mate. Goddess, how could anything be better than this?

  * * * *

  If anyone had told her that she’d be mating today, Davina would’ve laughed her ass off. Lying beside her mate, Davina’s hand stroked Grace as she began to relax. Davina had known who her mate was for a while now, though she’d confided in no one. Little sweet Gracie Sinster had been far from ready to accept their destiny, and Davina had resigned herself to the long wait ahead.

  But then her Mamma had come to her with an idea to send some of her new concoctions from the café home with Layla and Paige. What made Davina’s café unique was the water. Mamma’s special blend added elements of relaxation and well-being to the brews. Mamma suspected what Davina already knew—Grace was her mate and Davina was tiring in her wait. Davina’s own sin of gluttony had nearly spiraled out of control in the past year as she began to eat everything in sight. Mamma had paid for a personal trainer, afraid her beautiful daughter would become unsightly.

  So Mamma had been right on two accounts. The personal trainer had been crucial to maintaining the figure she now knew Grace liked so much. Plus, the Mocha Madness that Davina had sent home worked its magic and brought Grace to her. She was never so glad to say that her Mamma was right.

  Davina had claimed her mate.

  Watching Grace’s eyes roll back into her head as she orgasmed around Davina’s fingers was better than the thousands of dreams she’d had about the very same thing. And she could do nothing more than laugh when Grace opened her eyes back up and said “More” before tugging Davina on top of her. She suspected she’d just whetted Grace’s appetite, which was fine by her because she wanted more as well.

  “I want to taste you.” Grace’s request was all the more sexy by her tentative, soft voice.

  Davina wanted to shout to the heavens, to rain praises down on the Goddess, but there was no time for any of that. She wasn’t going to give Grace’s insecurities any time to come back. She lay down beside Grace, stretching out on her side, and smiled at her tiny pixie mate. The smallest of all the Sinster sisters, Grace couldn’t be more than 5’2”. Davina adored her petite frame and subtle curves, the gentle features of her face with lips so cherry red.

  Davina had always wondered if her nipples would be so boldly colored and now, as she drew her fingertips across Grace’s stomach and between her breasts, she watched the deep pink areolas turn even darker. Grace’s creamy white skin tinged with her emotions, making it easy for Davina to know what her mate was feeling.

  “Will you show me?”

  Dear Goddess, Grace’s innocence was going to kill her.

  “Anything you do will please me. You, just feeling you against me, touching you, it all feels good. You can touch any part of me you like. I am all yours.”

  Grace nodded and looked down, always so timid. They’d take their mating in stages. Right now, Grace could grow used to Davina. Soon enough, she’d tell her the next part, the part that would complete their mating.

  “Come here,” Davina urged her down gently as she took her between her legs.

  Grace dragged in a deep breath and shuddered. The emotion rolling through her passed right into Davina’s body and caused her flesh to tingle. Grace’s fingertips stroked teasingly light along the lengths of Davina’s inner thighs as she licked her lips. Una
ware she was tormenting Davina, Grace took her time looking at her core before she placed a soft kiss on Davina’s mound.

  Grace drew downward, kissing from clit to rosette, and then worked her way back up again. When Grace snuck her tongue out to lick each spot as she moved along Davina’s folds, Davina grew more wet and slick with her growing need. Still, she held motionless, not wanting to frighten Grace. Grace needed time to explore, and Davina would be patient.

  Grace grew bolder. She opened her mouth wider, brought her tongue out wider, and begun to probe deeper. Sweet and soft brushes of her tongue in the most sensitive spots turned Davina’s flesh to a boil. Then the little bites and nibbles had Davina calling forth all her powers to keep still. Grace moaned, her inhibitions gone as she burrowed closer into Davina’s core.

  Adjusting her body to rest along Davina’s leg, Grace moved with each stroke and each nibble. Davina could feel Grace’s nipples as they strained. She could feel Grace’s juices coat her thigh. Davina was close to finding her release when Grace began panting, her body thrusting against Davina’s leg. She knew Grace was close too.

  “My Grace, suck on my clit. Please. We’ll come together. Just please,” Davina called out in desperate need.

  Then Grace was there, her lips sucking on the tiny bundle of nerves that held the key to her release. Davina was so damn close and then, oh Goddess, a pinch just above her clit. Grace had pierced through her skin and was drawing on her blood. Nothing in all her life had felt so deliciously good.

  That was Davina’s last thought before her body burst into pieces and she floated before returning to her Grace. Intense sparks of light bombarded her vision and her breathing was labored. Grabbing onto Grace, Davina pulled her up to her so she could hold her, kiss her, and just know that they were together. Just as they should be.

  Chapter Three

  Grace felt like she might faint. She knew she wouldn’t because, well, her race didn’t get sicknesses. Fainting wasn’t a possibility and still, she thought, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing right now. She and Davina were headed into the Santucci home where they were meeting up with her sisters and their mothers. Since Sadie’s Pronouncement, knowing the Prophecy was nearing, the women had been meeting weekly to develop their powers in a circle. Showing up together wouldn’t be so odd since everyone knew that they were friends. Showing up holding hands was certainly going to raise some eyebrows.