The Strong Bond novel Chapter 83

"Don't worry red, I would never let anything hurt or take you away from me" he assures her as he rubs her back softly.

"I know"

"But-" she begins to sob.

"She doesn't have the gene" Clair finally states.

"What do you mean? The vampire stated she was the one" Damian comments surprised, but sounding annoyed.

"That's one of the things we learn in this other dimension. That gene stopped with my grandmother apparently" she explains still just as surprised.

"So what would Ruffeas want with Lena?" He asks still not grasping what she's telling him.

"Because she's a necromantic" Clair sighs.

"Are you sure? I never heard of a werewolf or werewarrior with necromantic ability"

"Again, this is something I hope my contact could find out for us, because usually necromantic is practiced in witchery"

"Plus, if it is true, why would her being able to communicate with the dead be of any use to Ruffeas?" Damian points out, still not buying into any of what he's hearing. He's crossed paths with Ruffeas in the past. He's the only vampire he can recall who doesn't like to waste time on anything that isn't of any of use to him. Vampires are immortal with no need to connect to the underground world, because they have nothing to offer them. They pretty much can do as they please, minus the ability to go in to the sun. But doesn't seem to bother any of them, at least that's what he has learned through the years.

"True, but apparently with Lena's other abilities on top of the necromantic, she can amend the dead as well" Clair claims.

"So, you think that a vampire who is older than me, wants to be human after all these years of ruling over his race, and doing as he pleases?" he points out sounding skeptical.

"She told you she didn't understand any of this, and she needed to get answers from someone else who would have a better idea" Lena pipes in. Pulling back from Damian's hold so she could look at him, because she can feel his annoyance.

"I know, you're right. I'm sorry" Damian apologizes, and kisses the top of her head.

"Why don't you tell me about your other abilities then?" He asks trying to change the subject, and Lena quickly smiles.

"Forget it now" she says pretending to be mad, as she stands up and starts to walk away.

"Where you going? I really to want to know"

"If you really want to know, then follow me" Lena says looking over her shoulder giving him a playful look.

Damian walks into their bedroom totally drained out from all his meetings that day. All he could think about was getting into bed, and holding his mate. When he entered the room, he didn't see Lena anywhere. He was sure he remembered her saying she was heading up to bed. Just as he was just about to turn and go look for her. Sounds of things being thrown against a wall, and growling. Right away he knew where she was, and quickly made his way over to their walk-in closet. Swinging open the door Damian walks into a disaster of clothes everywhere. The closet was almost a size of a normal bedroom, which was once very clean and organized. Now it looked like a tornado just passed through.

"Do I even want to ask?" Damian calls out, trying to look for Lena in the disaster. She muffled something, but Damian couldn't make out what she was saying. He begins to walk towards her voice, but comes to a halt when he spots Lena round plump behind sticking straight up in the air. What was really making him stop, was the fact she was wearing black lace boy cut underwear. His eye ranked over how that fitted perfectly over her cheeks, and he hated them right away. They were touching and covering one of his favorite parts of her. He wasted no time removing his pants and boxers before kneeling behind her. Without uttering a word, he slides his hands over the lace that was covering the prefect round athletic ass. The caress of Damian's hand surprised Lena, making jump and shuffle a scream.

"What are you doing?" she asks looking over her shoulder.

"Your ass is teasing me" he says hungrily, pulling her ass to him so she could feel what he meant.