Always you, p.1
Always You, page 1
ALWAYS YOU
By Nini Church
Romance suspense novel
ALWAYS YOU
By Nini Church
Copyright 2018 Christine Monteith
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
PROLOGUE
Prophesy 2C99BF - She will be born to he who will die by the hand of the one who destroys her. Beware the one who is near and yet unseen for he will take two precious lives if those who love them are not enough aware. Written in this year T3JC 20,005.
JB’s dirty blonde hair lay across his muscular shoulders as he bent his head to focus wild blue eyes on the entry in one of his old journals from much younger years. He didn’t bother reading the entire Prophesy again. Years ago as a young lad, JB had memorized it - on the very same day they’d found Jingo Trepan mysteriously dead.
His first thrill kill and JB hadn’t stopped there.
As a grown male now in the prime of his life and ready to set his plan in motion to bring about the prophesy, it gave JB great pleasure to review those earlier times.
After arriving in Bellsville, JB and his mother had moved into the smaller Carriage House behind the big home. At nine summers, he was a very curious child who found that Jingo Trepan was part of his daily orbit. A natural choice for JB to test his theory on.
A brand new theory with potentially devastating results.
At that age, the only implements of death available to JB were poisons. Untraceable poisons from the natural environment.
The young JB’s knowledge came from a trunk full of ancient books discovered in the attic of the Carriage House. Secretly a ton of hours were spent poring over them and even more hours walking the surrounding woods to find nasty plants.
His favorite - a delicate vine growing up the base of trees with tiny white flowers. It didn’t look very sturdy, but the big heart shaped leaves were easy to identify.
Its common name, Velvet Leaf, because the underside of each big leaf had a soft silky texture.
That very day, JB picked as much as he could stuff into his pant pockets. At home in the Carriage House inside his bedroom, he’d put the broad green leaves into a fat glass jar, added water and twisted the lid tightly closed.
Left to sit and ferment for almost a week, it turned into an icky, sludgy bronzed liquid emitting an earthy sour odor. Last night JB dropped a lone bright green crab apple into the liquid that now bobbed at the top of the jar.
The next morning, without hesitation or remorse, JB eagerly set off to test his theory. All the books he read revealed Velvet Leaf, in concentrated form, could be extremely poisonous. The key question and where his focus lay - might soaking the crab apple overnight in the brewed mixture be enough to cause death?
Not far from the Carriage House, dewy mist swirled low to the ground, wetting the toes of his forest boots when JB spied his prey. Easily, JB quickly and kindly offered Master Jingo one of his coveted succulent crab apples - the one stuffed into his front pocket taken from the glass jar.
Out for his regular morning constitutional, Master Jingo, a big hefty male, towered over young JB as he accepted the proffered gift and bit into the crab apple.
Without a twinkle of doubt JB now knew - it sure made him fall down fast! Master Jingo just collapsed with a resounding thud when hitting the ground.
Heart racing, curiosity peaking, the young lad hunched over Master Jingo. In awe, he saw Jingo’s mouth slacken then fill with white whispery stuff as the big male struggled to get air.
JB giggled before quickly glancing around. All he heard were forest animals and the soft call of birds amid almost total silence. No one would be nearby. It was too early for most to be up and about.
It gave JB an enormous and unexpected charge of sheer pleasure at seeing crimson blood trickling from Master Jingo’s ears and nose.
At that very moment, he experienced his first true boner. JB’s blue eyes popped as he looked down at his tented pants. His penis pulsed and throbbed like never before. Not even when he stroked and wiggled it around at night in the dark.
His eyes shuffled closed as a glimmer of understanding came. Death and killing excited JB, providing the most exquisite sensations.
Young as he was, it didn’t need to make sense - it just did and JB loved it a heck of a lot. It only took that first kill for JB to become addicted to pleasure and death.
Shortly after that, Jingo’s eyes went funny like they died or something and JB took off to hide some distance away behind a big gnarly tree. He kept a close watch over Master Jingo, but the big male didn’t move again.
Not even a twitch.
Instinctively, JB scurried home so his mom could see him playing behind the Carriage House. Too young to realize he provided himself an alibi - JB went with his instincts.
Later that day as JB lingered around the main house, he heard all the whispering about Master Jingo having something called a massive heart attack. JB had no real idea what it meant, but felt dastardly proud for making it happen.
What no one ever suspected - JB intentionally murdered Jingo Trepan with malice aforethought. Unknown to the young lad and for the first time, his unevolved demon reared its ugly head. End result - Master Jingo got snuffed.
The only regret JB had - he couldn’t share his success and joy. Intuitively, but unaware of the true nuances, he sensed it best to never tell anyone his special secret. Ever.
Even now, so many years later, it still gave JB a huge rush at what he’d achieved in his youth.
Young as he was, it didn’t need to make sense back then why he found killing so pleasurable. JB knew now it was the blood and horror of his victim while watching death creep in.
An older, wiser JB accepted it only took that first kill to become addicted to killing and pleasure.
That long ago day, a victorious day for JB, turned out to be fucking epic.
For the young JB had not only discovered the Prophesy and murdered using his Velvet Leaf potion, but also exposed something new that completely captured JB’s interest.
Elenyi Trepan.
Delightfully pretty.
Eight summers old.
And, daughter to Master Jingo Trepan.
CHAPTER 1
Mid-afternoon and the heat in the Pit was rising fast.
“Stop with the fuckin’ mooning, Strabo. Don’t you get it? She ain’t interested,” Taz Reynolds boldly insisted with clear authority on the matter.
Strabo snorted and shook his mane of tawny hair while glaring at Taz. As always, he refused to believe.
Taz raised a hard brow. “Seriously, man, when are you going to get it? Elenyi Trepan isn’t the one for you.”
Irritation growing, Strabo barked, “Shut the hell up, Taz. Your whining isn’t gonna change what I’ve always known.”
Brutus Atlas guffawed loudly knowing Taz spoke the truth. Strabo Seecat had been hung up on Elenyi Trepan forever. Yet, Elenyi appeared to despise the big Chardana.
Full on teasing now, Taz riffed, “Hell, Strabo, you gotta get a grip on that shit. I’ve seen you mooning and staring off into some magical space so many times just the way you were about to do a minute ago. Seriously, you need to move on from your obsessive fantasies about her. And, it’s not fuckin’ healthy to carry hard stone in your leathers all the time, man.”
His striking glossy auburn hair, olive skin, fine Grecian nose and lips to match made Taz a first rate looker. Wide across the shoulders and chest, Taz was all toned muscle and then some.
Strabo snickered. “Leave it to you, my friend, to notice I’m sporting a hard-on. You wanna watch that, Taz, rumors might get around.”
“Oh, that’s low, Seecat.” Taz smirked as his body strained when heated energies moved through him.
Strabo’s broad shoulders shifted into a hard line as another wave crested over him. His long flowing tawny hair had strobes of gold, auburn and light blonde as it shifted over his shoulders to slide down his muscled chest. Cut in such a way that it was back from his face, it hung in layers down his broad muscular back like a fluffy waterfall.
Strabo Seecat was the biggest of the three males working the Pit today.
Well over six foot six and always wearing a wide sensuous smile, Strabo’s soulful bourbon eyes only enhanced his female appeal. Every aspect, every feature of his handsome face combined to draw the eye. “Be warned, Taz, don’t fuck with me.”
In return, Taz jeered, “Just gearing up, man. You needa know I’m damn sure she’ll never have raw, pounding sex with you the way you’re always fantasizing about. Quit wasting valuable time.”
Edgy bourbon eyes again landed on Taz as Strabo shot him a withering glare. Strabo didn’t appreciate anyone talkin g about his Elenyi like that.
Today heavy sunspot activity drilled into Earth’s magnetosphere like a battering ram. All major hands were on deck in the Pit - Brutus Atlas, Strabo Seecat and Taz Reynolds.
Together these three powerful males meant to repel those surging sunspots battering against Earth’s magnetosphere. Between them, their superconductor abilities were tremendous.
The Pit, Earth’s centre of gravity, was an area of vast co-mingling energies. An infinite chasm sat at the centre of the Pit with a gaping rock crevice for which there was no bottom.
An elder and a leader, Brutus Atlas controlled the flow of electromagnetic surges emanating from the crevice at the centre of the Pit, feeding it upwards for the others to grab.
An incredible Jinn warrior of not only the First Order, but also First Blood, Brutus shifted his stance with his huge thighs braced widely to lessen the impact of the heated currents flowing through his body.
Still good looking and always deadly, there was something about Brutus that reverberated danger. A brutal smile lit up his face. “We all know it’s a long shot, but if Elenyi’s the female you truly desire, then fight for her.”
“Except, Brutus,” Taz retorted, “Strabo’s massive rep for constantly bed hopping is always gonna crush him with Elenyi.”
An irritated growl erupted from Brutus. “Minor bullshit. Don’t let that hold you back, Strabo, it might’ve only been you gaining essential experience to better please your Elenyi.”
A rough guffaw of disbelief tore out of Taz. “I’d advise you, Strabo, to be discrete with your many daily liaisons and avoid ever mentioning your rep to Elenyi.”
Brutus’ thick brown brows rose high. “Taz Reynolds, your twisted advice should never be shared with anyone. Strabo, if it’s Elenyi you want go after her.”
Taz’s smile dropped away. “Uh, Brutus? You’re conveniently forgetting Elenyi’s has two brothers - Wen and Beto. They fuel Elenyi’s rejection of Strabo and are just waiting for him to make a wrong move so they can take him down.”
“From your earliest years,” Brutus huffed out a long breath, “I’ve raised and molded you Chardana boys. I highly value you both for your natural and essential skills. Between you two, I’ve watched you repel whatever the fuck’s comin’ at us. That last comet passing too close and tremendously stretching our magnetosphere wildly out of shape - you two, together, steadied and stayed the course.”
Brutus guzzled in another gigantic breath. “My point is - if you can do that it should be simple enough to capture your desired female. The one you want in a way you want no other.”
Roughly, the big Jinn growled as the veins in his neck bulged when a powerful wave of superheated energy converged on him. “And Taz, if Wen and Beto wanna take Strabo down, they’ll learn fast enough from me that no one touches my Chardana boys. Tell that to Beto and Wen.”
Tawny brows shooting high, for the first time Strabo felt absolute mortification. His face turned redder than ever and it wasn’t from the raging heated energy surrounding them in the Pit. To have Brutus jump in on his issues with Elenyi was akin to your family taking over when you couldn’t handle it yourself.
Harshly Strabo stated, “Elenyi’s my problem to solve.” Cheekily he added, “Thanks, Brutus, for offering to beat up anyone who gets in my way with Elenyi, but no thanks.”
Taz roared with laughter.
“So, you got a plan? How you gonna go about making this dream girl yours?” Brutus inquired.
Wryly, Strabo shook his head. “Nuh, Brutus, no more plans for now. I’ve already tried too many and Elenyi is onto me.” Strabo still got confused about how his Cara Mia always saw through his repertoire of smooth moves. Few other females did.
“So, you’re stalled out trying to capture your girl?” Brutus hotly eyed Strabo up and down.
Strabo snorted softly. “Everyone knows Elenyi isn’t my girl,” he quipped with a wan smile. “She’s my impossible fuckin’ dream girl, Brutus.”
Brutus, fully aware of the difficulties between Strabo and Elenyi, also knew what really mattered most - Beto and Wen wouldn’t let Elenyi anywhere near Strabo. Strike number one. Harsher still, strike number two - Elenyi didn’t appear interested in Strabo. Ever, as far as Brutus knew.
Strange in and of itself since Chardana males were highly coveted by the opposite sex. Few females ever turned down a purebred Chardana like Strabo. Brutus bloody well knew the big male’s rep - it was all about having the ultimate stamina, so to speak. An envious trait in any male.
“You need to find and stick to a new plan. Make it work,” Brutus nodded. “If you don’t plan accordingly, Strabo, you’ll run the risk of really fucking up which means losing that dream girl of yours.”
Readily, Taz agreed, “Solid advice. Key question is whether Strabo can actually get what he wants? Elenyi Trepan is truly your impossible dream. Sorry, man.”
Strabo didn’t say so - but indeed, he knew exactly what he wanted - just not how to get it. Never had it been to bed Elenyi and Strabo wouldn’t ever toss her aside like all the others.
Strabo wasn’t falling for Elenyi because he already had.
It happened long ago when first meeting her as a young female blossoming into a rare beauty. Regretfully and with defeat lacing his tone, Strabo admitted, “As far as Elenyi is concerned, I think I mighta fucked myself sideways.”
Hearty laughter spewed out of Brutus, “Uh, huh.”
Taz chugged so loudly it echoed off the huge rocks surrounding the Pit.
Defensively, Strabo growled, “It ain’t funny. My overblown male rep is hurting me, man. None of that stupid shit-ass gossip is true. It’s not goddamn possible, even for a Chardana, to fuck all the females I’m supposed to be banging all day every day. Hell!”
To Brutus’ way of thinking, Strabo simply sowed his wild oats and his rep for bedding many was nothing to be ashamed about.
“Question, Strabo,” Brutus keenly eyed the big Chardana. “Are you still pursuing other females while focusing on your Elenyi?”
Instantly, Strabo shook his head, his tawny hair flying through the beads of sweat littering his broad shoulders, recalling a couple of nights ago at a local club, banging a pretty, nameless female while Elenyi’s image kept popping in and out of his mind. An effective and immediate cock-block if there ever was one.
And, it reinforced Strabo shouldn’t be bedding other females even if he needed sex a couple of times a day to feel normal. “Nuh, uh, Brutus, not anymore. I’m deadly serious about being exclusive with Elenyi. Only Elenyi.”
Taz’s brow quirked up. “Strabo? You crazy? Have you lost your epic mind? You know, the bit you left out. It’s fuckin’ important. Chardana males need frequent sex. You and me both. Period. If that don’t happen, there are other ways pent up sexual energy ends up fucking bleeding out - other ways that aren’t so good, man. It’s a fine fucking line you’re gonna walk, my friend.”
That truth gave everyone pause. Big as they were, Chardana males without regular sex became very unpredictable and often angry Chardana. Never good.
Broadly, Strabo rolled his tense shoulders. “Guess it’ll be me and my hand for the foreseeable future.”
Taz bit back his automatic retort - every male on the planet knows jacking-off is the least satisfactory way to ease sexual tension especially when done too often.
For quite some time Brutus had waited impatiently for Strabo to get over and move on from his intense infatuation with Elenyi Trepan. It had been going on for years now. Yet, in this instant, Brutus got it - realizing Strabo had a fuck of a lot more invested in his dream girl than ever suspected.
“Since we’re discussing you mating her, does Elenyi have any idea how you feel? Really feel?” Brutus waited for Strabo’s answer - it would define the road ahead for the pining Chardana.
“Hell, yeah, I pledged to her shortly after we met. First time her brothers threatened me too.” Awkwardly, Strabo freely admitted, “Only now, so many years later, Brutus, am I’m beginning to understand how deep it is for me.”
In a faraway tone, he also revealed, “I think about Elenyi all the time since she turned sixteen summers. Such an exquisite beauty of untold wonder…”
