Chapter 103

Jon slipped from the slow breathing body. Her heart was beating slow as sleep claimed her. He took his time and brushed an intimate stare over her lovely curves, feeling a deep seated growl of male pride rise from within as he acknowledged the rosy skin of a woman been made proper love to.  Dark smudges on her left arm brought a frown to his face and he cursed himself for treating her so harshly the night Jesse got hurt.

Gathering her clothes, he dressed her slowly, whispering words of enchantment to her, making sure she stayed in her hypnotic state.

Jon had just tucked her in when his phone started pealing sharply. Answering the phone, he turned his back at her, speaking softly as to not wake her up.

“Bro’ I’m sorry to bother you, but I think I need your help. Ksenia is bad.”

“I’m on my way.” He snapped the phone shut and was just about to turn when he heard her voice behind him.

“Is everything ok? I must have fallen asleep.”

Looking down at his scratched and bitten torso he looked over his shoulder.

“That’s ok. I just brought you a blanket. I didn’t want to wake you up, you had a bad day today.”

Her cheeks pinkened suddenly and he immediately knew what she was thinking about. His body responded by growing hard instantly.

“I have to go. Richie called me.”

Ciara threw the blankets off her instantly.

“I’m coming with you. Is Ksenia ok?”

“She is very sick Ciara. There isn’t anything you can do for her. We’ve been through this before, we know what to do.”

“Well I don’t care what you say, I’m coming with.”

There was just no stopping this stubborn woman. Jon gritted his teeth and made his way towards the bedroom.

Ciara sat on the edge of the couch. Her hand clamped at the arm rest. She must have been more tired that she realised! Her head was swimming and she felt unsteady on her feet!

Jon entered the room moments later with a sleeping boy hunched against his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

Ciara took a deep breath and stood up. Stumbling forward, her hand groped into the air to steady herself and bumped into a male bicep.

“Are you ok?” Jon’s eyes flashed.

“I feel dizzy all of a sudden. Maybe it was just a long day, I’ll be ok.” Ciara focused on his face and her eyes seemed to stop at his lips.

“There is something on your lips...” She came closer to inspect more closely but Jon flicked his tongue and it was gone. The taste of Ciara’s blood tingled on his tongue and he swallowed quickly, suppressing the saliva threatening to choke him.

Would he ever get enough of her taste?

“Ciara...Richie is waiting.”

She looked away quickly, taking her hand from his arm she walked slowly towards the door.

Jon opened the door for Ciara without knocking, flicking his head for her to go in.

They found Richie in the bedroom, a sopping, squirming girl in his arms.

“It hurts Richie, please make it stop! Call Jon! He’ll take the pain away...” she pleaded at him, her tear stricken face focused on his.

“I called him honey. He is on his way.”

“I’m here.” Jon answered grimly, his eyes trained on the couple on the bed.

The sweat soaked sheets lay crumpled at the girls waist and only Richie’s bulked prevented her nudity to be visible to the people standing at the door.

Ksenia’s head turned towards them.

“Jon! Oh God please, make this stop!” She had noticed the girl standing at Jon’s side but the pain was too intense to care, Jon had to open her vein and rid her of the fever gnawing at her insides.

“Could you please take Jesse with you and wait for us in the lounge?” It was more of an order than a request but his voice seemed unnaturally calm, unnerving Ciara even more.

What was Jon suppose to do to help Ksenia? The girl was on the brink of hysteria, pleading for Jon to help her.

Ciara took the sleeping boy from Jon and was about to walk away when a warm brush of his hand stroke her cheek.

“You feeling ok to carry him?” He was searching her face.

“Yes, yes I am.” A fuzzy tingle twirled in her core.

“Ksenia will be ok. Don’t worry about her.” She was almost sure he was going to kiss her but his hand fell away as he turned towards the bed.

Settling the sleeping boy on the couch, Ciara made her way towards the small kitchen.

Her nerves were shot and no movie or tv program would keep her attention for long. She could just as well make them all a cup of coffee.

Ksenia’s incoherent please filtered through the door, setting Ciara’s teeth on edge. What in the hell was going on there?

Whatever they were doing to her caused her pain but then again, she begged for their help...Jon’s help...

Ciara was nursing the cup in her hand and by the time she took the last sip she had lost all taste in her mouth.

Her stomach clenched nervously and when the door opened she jumped.

Jon and Richie’s strained faces searched for her and she stood up, her heart going out to them as she saw the devastating effect Ksenia’s illness brought them.

“Can I go and see her?”

Richie nodded and sank into the empty couch, accepting her offer of coffee with a slight smile.

Ciara slipped into the room. The girl was settled on a clean set of sheets, her pale features matching the bedding underneath her.

Sweat glued her long hair to her face, her shallow breathing the only sound in the room.

Ciara sank into the chair next to the bed, her eyes never leaving the sick girl’s face.

“Are you feeling better now?” She whispered.

“It still hurts but it will go away soon.” She slipped her wrist from under the sheets and Ciara gasped as she saw the bandage covering the tiny wrist.

“What happened there?” Was it blood oozing through it?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s something that needs to be done. The only way...” her voice faltered as she tried to catch her breath.

How weak she had become in a matter of hours!

“Jon always makes it better...” Her eyelids were droopy and not long after, it shuttered close.