by Donna Raider
“Lunch will be on the table when you return,” Cook smiled.
In the room, Leah found that Mika had arranged for several outfits for various occasions. All were excellent and fit her perfectly. Mika had certainly captured Leah’s flair for clothes, and she loved everything in her closet.
The pair donned casual attire and comfortable walking shoes before meeting the staff for lunch. The meal was delightful. Everyone was interested in what the priest had been doing and how she had finally gotten married.
“We had given up on her,” the building engineer told Leah. “We had decided she was a confirmed bachelorette. She has never dated.”
Mika blushed slightly and said, “I was looking for Leah. Once I found her, I had no hesitation. Except, of course, that she might not have me. I think she just took pity on me and married me to put me out of my misery.”
Everyone laughed, agreeing that Leah was certainly worth the wait.
As they prepared to begin their sightseeing, Mrs. Worth handed Mika an envelope that contained tickets and passes Mika had requested.
“The best way to introduce you to New York is with a Grey Line Tour,” Mika laughed, pulling two VIP All Access Passes from the envelope. “We will spend this afternoon just taking the bus tour which will give you a good overview of New York. In the morning, we can take the ferry to Ellis Island and visit the Statue of Liberty. Thank goodness it is unseasonably warm for November.” She didn’t add that she had arranged for the weather.
Leah laced her fingers between Mika’s and leaned against her. It felt different being with Mika in a strange new city. Leah hadn’t traveled very far beyond the boundaries of her town, and everything was new and interesting. Being with Mika made everything exciting. They laughed and talked, snuggled and kissed a lot.
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Sitting on top of the double-decker tour bus, Leah made notes on sites she wanted to return to and visit in-depth. Mika loved her enthusiasm and the way she kept asking questions about places and things. Mika had been to New York many times in her travels, but it had never been as wonderful and exhilarating as it was with Leah. Leah was like a breath of fresh air in a life that had been stagnant far too long.
The sun was setting when they got off the tour bus at the stop closest to their penthouse. They walked in silence, both happy just to be with the other.
Approaching their destination, Leah noticed for the first time how elegant Cross Towers was. Mika explained that the staff lived in the building and were always available if she needed them.
“Would you like to go to a musical tonight,” Mika asked as they took the elevator to their room.
“Honestly,” Leah smiled coyly, “What I would like most is to take a nice hot shower and spend the rest of the night making love to my wonderful wife.”
Mika kissed her longingly, trying to assuage the ache in her chest. “That’s the most exciting thing I’ve heard all day,” she murmured against Leah’s lips.
They didn’t linger in the shower. They wanted to lie down in each other’s arms as soon as possible.
Mika held Leah in her arms inhaling the fresh, sweet scent of her. The touch of Leah’s skin against hers was intoxicating. Mika knew that she would always cherish everything she did with Leah. Every time with Leah was like the first time, new, intense, overwhelming, mercilessly fueling her raging desire for the brunette.
Leah slowly moved her hands over Mika’s body, touching her softly. The air around them charged with high-voltage kinetic energy.
“Are you coming out to play, Your Majesty?” Mika pulled Leah tighter, causing her to exhale sharply.
“If you’re scared,” Leah said, her voice dark with desire, “we can make mortal love. I’m good at that, too.”
“No, give me all you’ve got” Mika growled deeply in her throat, “Show me just how good you are, my Queen.”
Leah kissed her, parting her lips and engaging Mika’s tongue in a sensual duel of desire. She nibbled at Mika’s lower lip. “I love your lips,” she moaned as she roughly moved hers against Mika’s.
“What about you, priest?” she shot a tingle through Mika’s body. “Are you going to be an angel tonight or do I have to do all the heavy lifting?” She smiled as she straddled Mika.
“You know that is too dangerous,” Mika groaned as Leah trailed her electrifying fingers from Mika’s abdomen up to her neck. “Only on the ocean is it safe.”
“But, tell me, Your Majesty, what do you think of this?”
Mika placed her hand on Leah’s back and desire shot through her. A noise between a whimper and a plea escaped her beautiful lips as she threw her head back and cried out Mika’s name.
Mika made a deep guttural sound as Leah filled her with her magic, and she returned the pleasure.
Leah cried out as Mika easily turned her, so Mika was on top. The desperate need for Mika that Leah had fought all day overwhelmed them both as she bit and clawed to pull Mika into her. She urged Mika’s mouth open as her tongue sought the blonde’s. Their teeth gnashed and swollen lips pressed harder, seeking more. She pulled Mika’s bottom lip into her mouth and bit it gently at first, then painfully as she sought to merge with the angel and all that she was.
The overwhelming sensations Mika sent tearing through her body, took away her breath. Queens aren’t easily satiated when decades of pent-up desire demand release. Her magic danced in her mind, gleefully loving the angel. Leah was blind with lust and only tasted the blood as it dripped from Mika’s lip into her mouth. She sucked at her wildly, raking her nails down Mika’s back and crying out her name repeatedly.
“I thought I married a witch, not a vampire,” Mika growled in her ear as she lifted Leah from the bed and merged their bodies and their minds. Mika was strong, incredibly powerful, demanding and Leah loved everything Mika was doing to her. Somewhere her magic had ceased to battle for control and simply became a part of Mika binding them together.
The sensory overload was almost unbearable. Leah couldn’t get enough of her wife. Couldn’t give her enough. Couldn’t make her understand how devastated she would be without her, but Mika knew, just as she knew. They were experiencing one another’s feelings, battling to heighten and enhance their lovemaking to please each other and themselves.
Clinging to each other, they transcended the lovemaking of mortals, as they followed a desire so powerful there was no pulling back. No slowing down. No breaking apart until their very essence lay smoldering in the darkness.
Mika rolled over on her back, pulling Leah on top of her, both fighting for breath. As Mika’s vision returned, she put her mouth on Leah’s and breathed into her. Leah gasped and whispered Mika’s name. It was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
“Leah,” she cried softly.
Leah lay between Mika’s breasts. She could feel her heart echo the pounding of her own. Neither moved for a long time.
Mika thought Leah had fallen asleep, but she moved slightly.
“Are you okay?” Mika rasped, trying to find enough strength to talk.
“Umm,” she murmured.
Leah slowly raised her head and looked into Mika’s eyes, paying silent tribute to the woman who was her wife.
“You are my every fantasy,” Mika said softly, “the complete embodiment of centuries of desire. You are worth the three-thousand-year search.”
Leah collapsed back onto her chest.
Leah felt Mika’s hand leave her back and touch her own face and ears. “What are you doing?” she asked.
Mika laughed softly. “You look like the epitome of blood lust. I was checking to see if all my body parts are intact.”
Leah rolled off Mika. Still unable to comprehend what had just happened to them, but totally satiated. Magic Leah had left the room. She knew she had met her match and loved it.
##
After what seemed like hours, Leah sat up when Mika handed her a bottle of water. She gasped when she saw her reflection in the dresser mirror. She was covered in blood
. “Oh, my God, Mika. Are you okay?” She turned to examine her wife.
“All parts intact and accounted for,” Mica grinned. “I think we both went a little crazy on each other’s lips.”
Leah touched Mika’s lips as Mika touched hers and the painful swelling and bite marks disappeared. Mika ran warm water on two wash clothes and brought them to the bed to wash Leah.
Mika’s love and gentleness never ceased to astound her. Leah silently gave Thanks to God for her wife.
The sun was coming up as she slipped into sleep. She smiled that they had made love all night.
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“Mika, darling, wake up,” she shook Mika gently. “We’re going to be late for our appointment.”
Mika reached for her, but Leah was already out of bed, headed for the shower. “I will shower here. You use the one in the other bedroom.”
“We showered last night,” Mika groaned.
“And yet we both smell like sex,” Leah threw over her shoulder as she left the room.
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Mika stood looking at the sailboats on the river. She wore her priest clothes, black slacks and jacket with a black shirt and white collar. A golden French braid rested against her back.
“Mika, darling…” Leah stopped mid-sentence as she saw Mika’s eyes darken with desire at the sight of her. She smiled knowingly. “We need to be leaving.”
Mika didn’t move, only stood drinking in the sight of her beauty. “You are gorgeous,” she breathed.
“Thank you,” Leah ducked her head slightly, blushing at the praise. Leah was used to men and women reacting to her beauty, but no one had ever blatantly coveted her with uninhibited desire, as Mika did.
“That isn’t one of the dresses I selected for you,” Mika noted, “Although, it is exquisite on you.”
“I transported it to me. It’s one of my favorites. I caught an axe in midair, wearing this dress,” she scowled.
“Um…now you’ve caught a priest, wearing it,” Mika struggled to get her emotions under control.
Leah started toward her. “Don’t!” Mika pleaded. “Unless you want to spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“That’s a tempting offer,” Leah tilted her head slightly, “but I suppose we should keep our appointment with Mr. Devon.” She picked up her purse and walked to the elevator doors.
Mika quickly crossed the room and pressed the button, opening the door for her. She was still reeling from Leah’s beauty. “You know you’re supposed to negotiate with Marcus, not seduce him,” Mika winked.
Leah waived her hand down the front of her and smiled. “Oh, this isn’t for Mr. Devon, darling. It’s all for you.”
“Excuse me a minute,” Mika laughed “while I keep my knees from buckling.” Mika was thankful the elevator doors had opened, and she could lean against the sides of the car as it began its descent.
James was waiting at the curb for them. He opened the door of the white limo as Leah walked from their building. James half bowed, as she nodded her thanks to him. Mika entered from the other side of the car so Leah wouldn’t have to slide across the seat.
“This is grand,” Leah smiled. “When you said we had a car at the penthouse, I never dreamed it would be a limousine, and a white one. I forget about you good guys and your white.”
“Don’t forget,” Mika took her hand, “you are one of the good guys, too.”
Leah nodded happily, as she examined the interior of the car. James had a bottle of her favorite wine iced in the bucket sitting on the small bar along with two wine glasses. She could see a plate of cheeses and crackers through the glass door of a small refrigerator. She was thankful for that since they had skipped breakfast.
She raised an eyebrow at her wife. “To celebrate after you finish with Marcus,” Mika grinned.
“Hum, I think the celebration will start after I finish with you,” she lowered her voice and looked at Mika seductively.
Mika tried to control the fire that shot throughout her body but failed. Thankfully, their destination was thirty minutes away.
“Stop doing that to me,” Mika pleaded. “Unless you want me to wait in the car for you.”
“Oh, no,” Leah laughed. “I want you at my side.”
The car stopped in front of one of the newer, gauche buildings of New York. James immediately opened the door for Leah, while Mika joined her on the sidewalk. They were inside the building when Leah noticed she had left her purse in the car. “Mika, I left my purse in the car. Will I need it?”
“Probably. People want to see identification when signing contracts.” She was already calling James. “You go on up. I will get your purse.”
It took James ten minutes to negotiate the traffic and one-way streets of New York and get back to Mika. The priest quickly snatched the purse from the back of the limo and headed for Marcus’ office.
##
Marcus Devon was a player. At the top of his field. At only thirty-eight, he was considered one of New York’s most eligible and desirable bachelors. Over six feet tall, with the body of an athlete, he had always had his pick of the women in his city, both married and single. His dark good looks and easy smile had always opened doors for him. He re-read the contract as he waited for Mayor Cross to keep her appointment.
Marcus rose slowly from his desk as his secretary ushered Leah Cross into his office. Normally he moved quickly but found he was mesmerized by the beauty of the woman being introduced to him. He shook his head slightly to clear the haze that had engulfed him and tried to overcome the feeling of moving in slow motion as he stared at the woman.
“Mr. Devon,” she spoke his name again. “Are you okay,”
“Mayor Cross, what a pleasure it is to meet you.” He extended his hand, but she had already walked past him and seated herself in a chair in front of his desk. He shook his head again, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts that had taken up residence in his mind.
Marcus Devon was accustomed to dealing with beautiful women, but he had never seen anyone as majestically breathtaking as the mayor. He nervously shuffled the papers on his desk, desperately trying to make his tongue work.
She smiled and waited for him to initiate the conversation. She was even more glorious when she smiled. He felt a light sheen of perspiration cover his forehead and chastised himself for behaving like a teenage boy. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.
The door to his office opened, and his secretary ushered in a priest almost as magnificent as the woman seated in front of him. The brilliant smile that brightened the mayor’s face at the sound of the priest’s voice told Marcus Devon everything he needed to know. Mayor Cross was in love with her parish priest. His mind began to work, and he quickly filed that tidbit of knowledge away for future hardball negotiations.
Moving quickly, Marcus crossed the room and shook hands with Mika. “It was kind of you to accompany the mayor on this trip,” Marcus smiled.
Mika flashed a dazzling smile and nodded. “You know, the old two heads are better than one,” she said. “However, I seriously doubt Mayor Cross will need my help.”
“I do rather enjoy your company, dear,” Leah turned her brilliant smile on the priest.
Not nearly as much as she enjoys yours, Marcus thought to himself as he watched the priest’s eyes rest momentarily on the mayor’s cleavage. Marcus growled to himself. He hadn’t even noticed her other assets. He had never gotten past her perfect face.
“Nice purse,” Marcus couldn’t help jabbing at the priest for no other reason than to pull his eyes away from the mayor.
“Oh,” the priest handed the purse to Leah, “Mayor Cross accidently left this in the car.”
“Mr. Devon,” the mayor seemed impatient, “If we can go over the plans for the next concert now that would be nice. I have a very pressing appointment this afternoon.”
Marcus noticed her emphasis on pressing and the priest’s blush. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “We are considering several venues and would like to leave our optio
ns open to see how ticket sales go. Where we hold the concert will depend on dates available.”
“May I see a list of the venues and the seating capacity of each,” she asked.
Marcus handed her a list that ranged from Radio City Music Hall in New York with a capacity just over 6,000 to The American Airlines Center in Dallas, Texas with a seating capacity over 19,000.
“We would prefer the Music Hall with the smaller capacity,” the mayor said firmly. “I am concerned for our children and the performers. If we hadn’t had the foresight to bring our security, I fear our band members would have been in grave danger from the mob.”
“We don’t refer to our ticket holders as a mob,” Marcus grimaced. “Honestly, in all fairness to the contest promoters, no one expected your singer to blow away the crowd the way he did.”
“You won’t have to worry about that,” the mayor smiled slightly. “We will be substituting another singer for him. He just stepped in to help us out in an emergency.”
“Could you provide me with his contact information,” Marcus picked up a pen and began doodling on his pad. “Perhaps I can persuade him to perform with the band one more time.”
“He has specifically asked us not to give out any information about him,” Leah insisted.
“I assume you have read the contract; I believe you signed,” the agent began flipping through his copy of their contract. “In the fine print on page twelve, you will notice it specifically says, ‘all original performers must participate in the second concert.'”
“Yes, I did see that,” Leah scowled. “What if we have no knowledge of whom the man is and have no idea how to contact him?”
“Then we would have no choice but to declare your Choir Boys ineligible to win and the first place would go to the band from Brighton.”
Leah looked down, studying her hands. She truly wanted to accept the disqualification but knew being disqualified would be a big disappointment to Richie, the band, and the entire town. The thought of the women rubbing all over her wife sent a wave of fury through her.