Tiernan

A groan escapes as a pair of small hands starts rubbing my shoulders. Her scent calms me, as does the massage. I lean back in my chair and rest my head against her. I smirk as I realize that my head rests against her perfect tits. Kynessie and I spent the last two days talking about everything that happened. I wasn’t sure she would accept this bond, but she has. I am taking it slow with her. I think it shocked all of us when she told us that she thought her beloved had died that night. Taylania confirmed that her blood and venom do run in our veins. My great-grandfather’s and her blood must have somehow mixed that night. Same with her venom. We know she didn’t bite him. Kynessie did tell us that she remembers bending over when my great-grandfather said something to her, and we thought that was when some of her venoms had dripped into his wound. It was enough to help him heal but not turn him, and it also made out bloodline immune to vampire venom. She is still hesitant ab