“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it, as you say here in the twenty-first century.” He eased her away from him and sat up abruptly. “But for now, I must ask for a rain check on your feral fit, despite the extreme pleasure it brings me.”
She stared at him, baffled as he put his clothes back on. “Where are you going?”
“To see Silas. We both have a lot to ask him if we’re to be married before Yuletide.”
She’d heard him wrong. There was no way he’d said… “M-m-married?”
He buttoned his shirt at the speed of light. “Surely you expected me to make an honest woman of you.”
She threw a pillow at him. He caught it deftly and put it on the edge of the bed. “Honestly, no. I wasn’t expecting a proposal out of this.”
He stepped over to the bed. “My love, this is forever. I want you to be my bride, my wife, my soulmate. Please tell me you’ll consent.”
Her heart spilled over with love for him, enough love to last as long as they both managed to love. “Of course I consent.”
“Then put on that delicious cat suit and come with me.”
* * * * *
She joined him outside, fully dressed in her costume, her hair and makeup repaired to the best of her ability.
He stood on her front steps, wearing his black trench coat again, the wind catching it and the ends of his black hair. He looked like night personified. Her knight. Her future husband.
And she’d worried about not having a date for her party.
When he saw her, he leaned forward to kiss her cheek. “You look beautiful, my love. I can hardly wait for Silas to see what his little plan has wrought.”
“As long as he doesn’t bite.” She took the arm he offered her and followed him down the steps.
He glanced back at her and did a double take. “You’re not wearing your glasses.”
She grinned. “Don’t need them.”
“But what about your poor night vision?”
She looked up at him, her eyes luminous, catching the light and reflecting it. “I can see everything perfectly.”
The future, her life filled with Vega and love. Forever.
The End
Author’s Bio
Alecia Monaco lives in a Gothic castle on the top of a remote mountain, where she's served by her retinue of vampire loves slaves and...
Oh, whatever. Alecia actually resides rather happily in Houston with her family and her three fur daughters (one feline, two canine). She manages to live out her wildest fantasies of sexy night creatures in her fiction, and hopes her stories have fulfilled a few of your fantasies as well.
When she's not churning out her latest heartbreaking work of staggering genius, she enjoys eating too much, napping, and playing Mah Jongg. She's also obsessed with the color pink and is a rather hopeless girlie girl.
Alecia loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at [email protected] or visit her site at www.aleciamonaco.com. She looks forward to hearing from you soon.
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