She walked out of the small ramshackle building she’d set up in. Her dress cascaded down her body, hugging her round curves, trailing behind her as she walked barefoot down the pier.
When they’d tried to think of location to get married nothing had sounded right to Zuri. Finally an idea had struck. She’d taken all the Magus members and some additional members of the community down to Devil’s Head and they’d begun a cleanup project. It had taken a full week and three dumpsters but they’d managed to turn Devil’s Head into a gorgeous old port.
Now as she walked down the wooden boards she let the sea breeze ripple through her hair and around her lacy white dress. She looked at the group of people seated along the pier facing out toward the water.
Mia was her flower girl in a puffy white and pink dress. Zuri saw Mia take the cue and Mia began up the aisle throwing clumps of flowers in rather random patterns.
Zuri smiled. Jeremiah had become so attached to his new spaceship that he carried it around like a baby doll and refused to leave it at home, even for the wedding.
Tiana and her husband were seated near the front of the guests. Mrs. Perez, who could barely walk anymore, was seated on one of the corners, looking out at the ocean. Zuri wasn’t sure that the old woman even really knew where she was, but she looked happy and Zuri had wanted everyone in her life and community around her on this special day.
Zuri came up to the backs of the chairs and heads began to turn. Everyone began to stand and Sandy turned and winked at Zuri. Kevin had left town and ultimately Sandy was the one who couldn’t forgive him for what he’d done. Chaz had been right, he was getting his punishment without any help from Magus.
Big Joe stood up and unleashed a fiddle from a neighboring chair and brought it to his chin. A slow melodic tune began to ease out and Zuri felt her face grow hot at the sound.
It certainly wouldn’t have been Big Joe’s normal choice of music and the sentiment of it touched Zuri’s heart.
Zuri started her walk down the aisle her eyes looking around her at the people who had come out to love and support her. Then her eyes landed on Chaz.
Chaz was staring at Zuri with such intense love and solidity that Zuri felt a ceremony was redundant. She didn’t need vows to know that this man would be by her side for the rest of her life.
She walked the rest of the way down the aisle without the aid of a father or family member. She walked captured in the tight embrace of those eyes.
Later that night, after too much wine, lots of dancing, and delicious food, Zuri sat sidesaddle on Chaz’s motorcycle and drove off into the night. They arrived at the house and Zuri slid off her seat.
“I thought you might fall off sitting like that.” Chaz looked at the dress and his bride.
“Is that why you were driving so slowly? I was wondering.” She smiled at her new husband. She had no idea that he could look so handsome in a suit. It really was a day of discoveries.
“Wait,” Chaz stopped her. He walked over to Zuri and swung her up into his arms. “I believe this is the traditional ‘over the threshold’ wedding night routine.”
He walked to the door of the house and Zuri laughed.
Zuri took the key from his breast pocket and unlocked the door before Chaz pushed it open with his foot.
He walked into the house and Zuri gasped.
She felt her feet hit the floor and Zuri paused, staring around her for a long moment, before moving into the house. Everything was completely redone. The once acetic house now felt like a home. Color and light flooded the room. The walls were painted a soft blue. There was a new plush sofa and a cozy looking side chair.
“Throw pillows? Who helped you with this?” Zuri turned to him.
“You think I don’t know what a throw pillow is?” He feigned a bruised ego. “I had a good bit of help from some really great people. I think the throw pillows were Tiana’s idea.”
Zuri turned and walked to three full-length bookshelves filled top to bottom with books. Zuri ran her hands over the book spines. She pulled one out and flipped through its pages before returning it to its new home.
“This is amazing,” she said as she walked back to the kitchen. New appliances were installed, a teapot on the stove, resurfaced countertops, a thick wooden cutting board and new knives. She walked back across the living room to the bedroom.
When the door swung open Zuri caught her breath.
Rose petals were sprinkled across the floor and bed and lit candles lined every shiny surface.
Chaz came up close behind her. His breath was hot on her neck. The overwhelming sense of love she felt for this man was incomprehensible.
Chaz’s fingers began slowly unbuttoning Zuri’s wedding dress. She felt the small buttons open one by one and she loved the anticipation…a good twenty buttons worth of anticipation.
He pressed his fingers into the opening at the back of her dress and moved the sleeves down exposing her bare back. He gently moved the dress over her ample hips and it fell softly to the floor.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered into the crease of her neck.
Zuri turned to face him. She walked backward into the room, pulling him toward her by his tie.
She undressed him slowly, memorizing the muscle and bone of his body. She touched every freckle, every mark, floated her fingers into his chest hair. She kissed him.
His mouth found hers and he pulled her close to him. She wanted every inch of her skin to be covered with him. She pulled her legs up around him and pulled him in close.
“So all of this is mine now,” she gestured to the house.
“Every last thing,” he agreed.
“And all of this is mine now,” she ran a hand over his body.
“Every last inch.” He dipped his head and kissed her deeply, passionately.
Zuri felt his large member growing hard and she guided him in. He moved on top of her, holding her gaze. His eyes touched her in a way his body never could. They touched her down to her soul. Zuri lifted her hips and swung herself over him, straddling him on top.
“I like the view from down here,” he smiled. She rocked and rolled on top of him, finding her sweet spot and letting Chaz fill her up. The night was cold but Zuri was hot. Her body sizzled with each movement.
Chaz reached a hand down and ran a finger across her most sensitive spot. She opened her mouth to moan but she bit down on her lip instead, humming out her pleasure.
She lifted her hips and pushed them down again. She loved that feeling. The feeling of fullness. He hit something in her that could be expressed only in the building of internal fire. She moved again and again, reveling in the sensation.
Chaz’s muscles were hard underneath her, his power and strength gave her power and strength. She fed off of his energy. Using it to climb toward her ultimate destination. Chaz placed both of his hands on her hips and guided her. He moved just as she wanted. He knew her desires before she even knew them herself.
Zuri tilted her head back and released a long-held breath. Her body was growing with heightened sensation, every particle of her being focused on the man who now fulfilled her, completed her.
They moved in sync, climbing together.
Zuri looked at Chaz and she knew that he knew.
She threw her head back and howled with the pleasure of full release.
They lay in bed panting, sweat dripping over them, both slippery and content.
“Happy wedding night, husband,” Zuri said as she turned her head languidly to look at him.
“I have one more wedding night surprise, dear wife.” He swiveled his head to look at her. His eyes were shining and she was struck again with the abundance of love she felt for him.
“Again? So soon?” she asked coquettishly
“Yes, but there’s something else too.” He rolled over and peered at her.
Zuri felt happiness beam through her, “Ok. I’m listening.”
Chaz licked his lips.
> “You know how you were saying that there should be some sort of after school program for the kids in town? A place for them to learn and be safe so they can all go on to do the sorts of things Ava is doing?” He looked a bit red in the cheeks and Zuri thought he might actually be nervous.
“Yes,” she responded, waiting to see what was coming next.
“Greg is selling the bar, no one wants to go there after he got all chummy with wolves that almost sold their girls into slavery. The Smoke Stack wasn’t really a thriving bar anyway…so…” he drifted off.
Zuri tried to grasp his meaning but failed. “So…what?”
“I bought the Smoke Stack, for you. It’s close to the school, Magus can fund it so the kids won’t have to pay anything, and…you can help every kid that comes in the same way you helped Ava.” Chaz looked at her expectantly.
It took a moment for Zuri to process what Chaz was saying. The Smoke Stack would be hers to turn into an after school space? Magus would fund it and pay her salary so she wouldn’t have to charge kids anything to come?
“You—you bought the Smoke Stack?” Zuri asked, wanting to make sure she understood correctly.
“Yesterday. I got it for a steal.” He laughed a little nervously. “If you don’t want it I can always resell it…I just thought…”
“I want it,” Zuri almost yelled the words. She sat up in bed and draped her torso across Chaz so her face was peering straight into his.
“You do?” He lifted his face closer to hers.
Zuri felt so overwhelmed she could barely string words together.
“I mean it was just an idea, I never thought there would be a way that we could actually do it. But I want to do it,” she said emphatically, “more than anything. I…I can’t believe you thought of it. I can’t believe you bought the Smoke Stack.” Enthusiasm poured out of her and her mind began reeling down a list of things that could be done.
“Whew, for a moment there I thought I had made a big mistake,” he laughed up at the ceiling.
Zuri smiled. She didn’t want to laugh and cover her favorite sound in the whole world.
“Good. Then it’s yours. You can do anything you want. I just…I want you to be happy.” Chaz’s face became serious as he said the words.
Zuri placed both of her hands on the sides of his face.
“I am happy. I would be happy if we lived in shipping container together. Tonight, by marrying me, you have made me the happiest woman in the world.” She brought her lips to his and held his kiss for a long time.
“Well, there’s no need to live in a shipping container, but it’s good to know.” He swept her hair out of her face with her hands.
“Now,” she pulled her leg around him. “About that other wedding present.”
“So soon?” He teased her.
Zuri bent down and pulled at Chaz’s lower lip with her teeth. He reached up and lifted her into his arms as he sat up, lifting his face to hers. Zuri gave him a little love bite as they moved.
“You should be careful,” Chaz whispered to her, “or you’ll bring out the animal in me.”
*****
THE END
Chosen by the Vampire King
Description
An aspiring opera singer is in the clutches of losing her voice when she meets the world’s most lauded baritone, a man whose biting charm might be just what she needs to make all her melodic dreams come true.
Eva St. Marie graduated as the most promising young singer from Julliard, but all that seems all for naught when her voice mysteriously starts to disappear. The best doctors in the field don’t know what to make of her voice but a run in with the world’s most alluring and prestigious baritone seems to magically transform her voice back to its full strength.
Ambrose Leroy is a man of secrets and shadows. With the appreciation and praise of the world at his feet and a last name that means “The King” it is no wonder that the handsome man seems to attract female attention everywhere he goes. But Ambrose’s attention is caught when he meets the budding Eva, a woman on the either the verge of greatness or edge despair, but will her beauty and voice be enough to hold and keep his attention?
When Eva falls under the spell of Ambrose she has no idea that her life is about to change forever. As her attraction to him and her voice flourish in his presence, life seems ready to take her by the throat. With the moment of decision ever creeping forward, Eva will have to decide between the silent darkness and the biting, lyrical light.
Chapter One
“I think we’ll need to run some more tests. You don’t seem to have polyps, lesions or bleeding like we see in other singers.” The doctor’s voice gave the impression that he was intrigued.
Eva got the sense that he viewed her x-rays as he might view a good book.
“But there’s something we can do?” Eva’s voice rasped out.
She’d gotten to the point where even talking was difficult and she now tried to live her non-singing life in a mute silence as much as possible. Today, like everyday, she had a thick gray scarf wrapped around her throat and a bottle of warm honey water by her side.
“I suppose there might be an option to operate but I’m just not sure.” He turned from the computer, where photos of her laryngoscopy illuminated the screen. “Truthfully, I’ve been doing this for twenty years and this is different from most of my cases. You will, of course, need to stop singing for the time being.”
Eva felt like she’d just been thrown in front of oncoming Manhattan traffic.
“Stop?” she asked. Her voice was even less intelligible than normal.
“Well,” his expression turned pensive as he digested the look of stricken panic on her face, “at least for a few months until we find a viable solution.”
A viable solution? Eva wanted to scream. But screaming, or any sort of noise whatsoever, would only make her problem worse.
“I understand that this may be hard to hear.” He pushed his fingers together until the tips of his fingernails turned white.
“And if we operate…will I be able to sing again?”
“If that is an option then there is a possibility that you may experience some loss of your normal singing range… you may also have a full recovery after several months of vocal rest. It’s hard to tell in these cases.”
Eva felt tears sting her eyes and the chubby doctor, with his wisps of thinning black hair, looked uncomfortable. He lifted a box of tissues and handed it to her. Eva took a tissue and pressed it to each eye.
“Let’s set up a follow-up in a month. Give yourself a full month of vocal rest then there might be something new to see. Good?” He stood, obviously trying to get the crying girl out of his office pronto. “Get lots of good rest and perhaps things will look better in a few days.”
Eva let out a strangled sob.
“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but maybe you should look into other careers as well, keep your options open. You’re very young.” The doctor’s voice took an almost paternal tone and Eva hated him for it.
She opened her mouth to respond but found nothing to say. What sort of training did they give doctors for talking to their patients these days? Things would look better in a few days? Look into some other career? Things would certainly not look better any time soon unless her voice magically reappeared. And of one thing she was certain, there was no other world for Eva outside of the musical one.
Ten minutes later, out on Fifth Avenue, Eva gave serious consideration to walking straight into oncoming traffic. The rain, that had been gusting down all day, was only a drizzling imitation of what it had been and Eva let the small droplets fall unabated onto her face.
Her life was crashing around her and she had no idea how to fix it. The small scratching feeling in the back of her throat had begun during her finals. She’d sung Dido’s Lament and all the while there was a sensation of vocal chords growing thick, clogging up her throat, keeping air from getting through. She sounded as if her voice box were fi
lled with marbles.
Eva had quickly stopped speaking when it wasn’t absolutely necessary, used honey, water, cough drops, and sprays that tasted like bitter raw herbs. Nothing worked. It seemed that every day the problem got worse.
It made no sense to Eva or her teachers. She had been trained by the best instructors her whole life. She had perfect technique. She had the perfect genes. But it was no use.
The only thing she’d ever wanted in her life, besides wishing her parents alive again, was growing further and further out of reach.
Another tear slid down her cheek.
The patter of rain began to pick up again and Eva felt glad for it. She wanted the rain to hide her tears, to make her invisible to the thrusting crowds of tourists and Manhattanites around her.
She walked back to her Central Park apartment, climbed the four flights of stairs and left her wet clothes on the floor at her door.
Three days later she was still in her pajamas, listening to records of her mother when singing the title role in Aida.
A loud knock at the door pulled Eva out of her malaise and she walked over to see who it could be. Looking out of the eyehole, she saw her school friend, Bridget, standing on the other side.
Eva paused. She didn’t feel like seeing anyone, she didn’t want to tell anyone that her career was over before it had begun.
Bridget knocked again and, with a sigh, Eva opened it.
“Where have you been?” Bridget walked in without being asked. “I’ve called you like twenty times, and sent emails.”
Bridget was a few years older than Eva, she’d been a child star on Broadway before deciding to study classical opera. She was one of the most wretchedly optimistic people Eva knew, with milk chocolate skin, and a tiny body that made her look more like a teenager than a woman.
Eva, on the other hand, had always been mistaken for someone much older than her actual age. She’d grown full hips and the curvy body of a woman when she was still only a girl herself. Even as a child she had carried herself with a sense of purpose and maturity unknown to the girls her own age. Julliard had been the best thing that had ever happened to Eva. Until then she’d never known that people her own age could be just as driven, dedicated, and serious about their work. She’d also never fully understood how unique her talent was.
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