Slowly, Chandrya eased her sister down from her orgasmic high, her fingers slowing then slipping from deep within Daphne. For a moment, they just held...each other close, saying nothing as no words were needed.Slowly regaining her breath, Daphne looked up and tenderly kissed Chandrya. ‘I love you sis.’Still loitering in her own arousal, Chandrya knew the endearment to be true and replied with an acknowledging kiss of gratitude, painted lips to painted lips, her mind surfing on her sister’s. They were all female, seeking a male of a compatible speciesonly to mate. They didn't reach full maturity until around eighteen totwenty years of age, much like Goths.They only bred once every five years after reaching maturity, and aperson could only be bonded with one at a time, unlike Goths who wouldbond in trios. They were also Chameleon like in nature with the abilityto blend into their surroundings.Then I noted an item of interest, Queen Kasha of Demonia was bonded withone, as was. From those moments in which he’d slammed her into the room, in which he’d lost all control…. Seeing her, flirting, smiling at every other man, then looking to him, her hazel eyes flashing across the room, her brows arched not in challenge, but a demand. Her lips curved in a smile that only he knew the meaning of, her fingers, so animated as she talked to the other man, beckoning him, summoning him, commanding him. Who was he to refuse? What kind of man wouldn’t take Lady Adrienne Wolfstone,. We both knew, however, this was only a beginning.Chapter TwoAs was often the custom with my landlady, Emily Sparks, the two of usshared dinner that night after my episode with Paul. Emily enjoyedcooking and it was easy to accept her invitation after a long day ofteaching. The truth was, of course, I was very lonely, living alone inthe upper floor of her duplex in this strange new community; being astranger to the town, and still being wary of developing deepfriendships, I filled my nights.