The Weaver's Source

Chapter 96

Remus barked a laugh, the first he had in a while. "I doubt Grigore will answer a summon by me even if years have gone by."

"But I will and he will follow."

Remus' laugh bubbled down at the seriousness in my tone. "Then I will. We'll fight this vampire again one day."

I nodded and pulled down the hat Lynda had given me over my head sharply. "Keep safe." I told Lynda, Wilson and their remaining daughters.

"We will." Wilson promised.

I felt the house, waving and smiling at Nanat and Lorry as they cried and Jen as she held back her own tears. Grigore waited for me further down the road, eager to get started and very aware of the sun that moved across the sky. I jogged up to him and suddenly I felt nervous. Embarrassment and shyness took over and I stopped myself from grasping his hand.

"We'll keep on moving for as long as you can." Grigore stated before he tangled his hand around mine, strong and possessive.

I kept close as I followed, walking through the thickening snow and growing wind worriedly. It didn't take long before we were out of the northern gates and walking alongside a road thick with roaming carts, oxen and horses. I stayed beside Grigore, gazing at those features I loved so much and tasting his heady song. Worry wriggled in my chest as I thought about Sorin and the dream, still not understanding what it was I needed to do to keep Grigore safe. Now I had him in his entirety, I felt myself growing protective of him and incredibly selfish, fearful that when he was faced with Sorin, Grigore would toss me aside.

"Lyra." Grigore called, jerking me out of my thoughts and alerting me that we had stopped along a wooded path so distance from the main road. I glanced at him, noting how he gazed at me with dark concern. "What's wrong?"

I flushed, not wanting to voice my growing possessiveness over him. "Nothing, I'm okay."

Grigore's eyes darkened with irritation and he dipped his head, a hand grasping my chin as his mouth took mine. I submitted to him instantly, parting my lips and swelling myself with magic as he kissed me fiercely.

"No lies, Lyra. I need you to be honest." He growled.

I gazed at him for a moment, not answering instantly, just revelling at the sight of his rugged face, before I spoke. "I'm scared of Sorin. Of your bond with him." I admitted.

His magic curled stiffly and his body stiffened. "How so?"

"I'm scared I won't be able to protect you and I'll lose you like Lillith lost John." I hesitated. "I'm scared that, when you see Sorin, you'll reject me again and follow him."

His eyes darkened with annoyance and suddenly I was being tugged from the path and into the trees, wards I found so familiar beginning to glitter about him.

"Grigore?" I called nervously, feeling the dark hunger beginning to thicken in his song.

Abruptly he stopped and slammed me into his chest, locking me against his powerful frame with his mouth aggressively on mine, deep and passionate, snatching the breath from my lungs.

"Don't fear me leaving you, Lyra. I won't be." Grigore said lowly, his tone deep as he brushed my lips with his. "I will fight him and live. I won't die."

My heart fluttered softly, relief pushing aside the anxiety. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, Lyra. I'm staying by your side for as long as I can." He vowed. "I'm yours."

I kissed him, moulding my small body against his as love burned for him, swelling through me as he responded fiercely, his magic growling possessively around me. Before long we were free of clothes, my legs wrapped around his waist and his strong hands gripping my bottom as we devoured each other in the snow; wards keeping us quiet, warm and out of sight. I clung to him, fingers in his hair and my lips parted against his mouth, crying out for him lustfully as he surged into me over and over, stoking the white fire that was burning through me achingly. I gazed at him, at those black eyes that watched me with such passion, feeling his strength surrounding me, his lust filling me and his taste dancing over my tongue, and love for him blossomed, a desire to keep him safe and close to me.

"I'll keep you safe." I breathed between thickening gasps as I felt my body swell with aching pleasure, swiftly reaching that sweet climax.

"I know." Grigore growled huskily and coaxed a kiss from me, tangling our songs together as he took us to our carnal peak together, forcing a quivering cry to slip from my mouth as he spilled into with a hoarse bellow, spending himself swiftly.

I clung to him as his body became rigid, keeping himself standing by sheer will. My breath fluttered frantically and body trembled as I kissed him softly, enjoying him in every way I could, revelling in his powerful body and song, that he loved me. That thought made me bloom with joy.

Grigore loved me. My Weaver loved me.