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Chapter 28

Mel was not in a good mood. Granted, she hadn't been in good mood for the past six days. Why? Because Lucian's head was still attached to his shoulders. She had argued at length with her sire and with the commander. She knew it made more sense to figure out his end game and who else was working with him before executing him for past crimes, but that didn't mean she didn't wake up every night with the urge to hunt him down and make him suffer.

She had to admit that a huge part of her impatience was in knowing that she couldn't be part of the mission to infiltrate and gain information from him. She looked too much like her sister, for one, and with the male already working for Tru's sire it made much more sense to send him and Tara in undercover - especially giving Tara's abilities. It all made sense, but she still didn't like it either way. It didn't help that Dhayn's uncle had called him away in the morning and he hadn't come back, so she had been forced to brood and sleep alone.

She rummaged through her closet for something to wear, hating everything she had. She grabbed a random pair of faded blue jeans off the shelf and tugged them on roughly. She pushed hangers aside impatiently as she sorted through her shirts and stopped on an old favorite. She was about to pull the green T-shirt off its hanger when she remembered who she got it from - Phy had passed it along after one of her closet purges. Mel felt her anger stir up again and she flung out her arm, knocking several shirts to the ground along with the old green tee. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, slowing her breathing to get her temper under control. They promised you could be there when his sentence is delivered. As long as he dies in the end, that's what matters.

She blindly reached out and pulled down a random shirt that was left hanging to her right and shoved it over her head. The red silk blouse was too pretty for a random night around the house, but maybe if she could get herself to look something other than miserable, she might start to feel that way too. The fabric was feather light and soft against her heated skin – clinging to all the right places. But the jeans weren't quite right. She shrugged them off and found a dark denim skirt that hugged her hips and hit her mid-thigh. She glanced at herself in the mirror and had to admit she looked good, even if she still felt like shit.

She brushed out her long golden-brown hair and applied a little make-up, hoping the menial tasks would take her mind off of things - they didn't. Resolved to feeling crappy no matter what she did, Mel left her room in search of Dhayn.

It was their night off. Some of the other WITs had graduated up to patrolling duties and Tara and Tru were knee deep in their secret mission, so her and Dhayn had nothing to do - except fret and worry, and wish you were out finding Lucian.

Mel frowned and tried again to shake off her bad mood. There was noise coming from the dining room so she headed that way - her stomach reminding her that she still hadn't eaten first meal. She rounded the corner and stopped short as everyone in the room turned toward her at once with a loud "surprise!" She looked over her shoulder, not sure who they were yelling at, but no one was there. Turning back to the room she saw what she had missed the first time - a large hand-painted banner with 'Happy Birthday' scrawled across it in familiar messy bright blue writing. It took her a few seconds to remember what day it was and a few more to get over the fact that she had forgotten her own birthday.

Dhayn had risen from his seat and came over to give her a hug. She thawed against his strong chest and a nervous giggle started in her own. He kissed her forehead as he pulled back to look at her face.

"Happy birthday babe," he said smiling. “It sure is nice to hear that sound again.”

"Oh…thanks…for this," Mel said awkwardly, nodding to the room.

She noticed that there were also bouquets of irises - her favorite flower - decorating the table in shades of purple and blue, and all her favorite breakfast foods were waiting to be eaten. He had really gone all out.

Her embarrassment was replaced with a warmth that spread out from her chest as her heart gave a little squeeze. She wanted to wrap herself around Dhayn and thank him in a much more personal way, but the rest of the room may not have appreciated it.

She smiled around the room at her extended family, feeling a little awkward at being the center of attention. She was met with warm smiles and nodding heads. Once she sat down the food was passed around and the room settled into its normal flow of conversation. Mel took the mug Dhayn offered her with a genuine smile and took a sip. She knew that flavor, he had even gotten her coffee from her favorite coffee shop in town.

"You are spoiling me," she said, reaching over to squeeze his hand.

"I love you, and I want you to be happy on your birthday," he replied, lifting their linked hands to place a kiss on her knuckles.

"Well I would have woken up in a better mood if I had been in your room," she joked, piling some bacon and french toast on her plate and dousing them in syrup.

"I had the sign drying in there during the day and I had to get up early to make sure the doggen got everything in order before I made my quick trip into town once the sun was set." He looked a little worried, thinking she was actually still upset, so Mel reached under the table to lightly grip his thigh.

"Just messing with you," she gave him a wicked smile. "Besides, you can make it up to me tonight."

A spark of passion lit his mismatched eyes and Mel liked the promise his expression held for later. Her stomach chose that time to growl, so she laughed lightly and dug into her food. The others had all but faded from the room during their little conversation, which seemed to happen a lot when she was with Dhayn. She made a concerted effort to talk to the rest of them while she ate. Her parents were there, as well as Thrett, Stehlth, Huhnter and Ty. Tara's empty seat reminded Mel of what she was missing, but she quickly squashed down that train of thought and purposefully kept a smile on her face.

By the end of the meal her spirits were definitely lifted. Her mahmen gave her a stunning pair of ruby stud earrings just as she was getting up to leave. They were square cut and set in a simple white-gold setting. Mel was shocked that for once her mahmen had gotten her something she would actually wear. She hugged both of her parents in thanks and immediately put on the earrings, much to her mahmen's delight.

As Mel and Dhayn were making their way out of the dining room, Henry hustled up to her and held out a small, silver-wrapped box. "From miss Tehriffy." He gave her one of his gentle smiles and a slight bow before leaving.

Mel held the package for a moment, uncertain if she should wait until she was alone to open it. Every time Tara had been in the room lately Dhayn's mood had plummeted. She didn't want to upset him after all he had put into making her night special. As if he heard her inner struggle, Dhayn said, "I'll be back in a minute," and jogged up the large staircase, leaving her to open the gift in private. Mel tore away the foil wrapping and lifted the lid of the small box. A recorded message was waiting on a video-card and Mel held it up to watch. The tiny screen lit up under her fingertips and she pressed play.

"I'm sorry I can't be there for your birthday this year, believe it or not I got into a fight with Thrett about postponing the mission so I could see you, but as usual he got his way." Tara rolled her eyes and Mel smiled, imagining that argument all too well. "Anyway, I was thinking about what to get you this year and then I remembered something we always planned to do once we were through our transitions.” The little Tara on the screen held the camera out from herself and turned her head around to expose the back of her neck. There on her pale skin was a beautiful black swirling symbol that Mel recognized immediately - she had designed it after-all. It was an embellished Old Language symbol for eternal, that they had planned to get as matching tattoos. Mel didn’t know whether to be touched, or offended that Tara had gone without her. Tara turned back to the screen.

“This one’s not permanent.” Tara said. Mel smiled in relief. “I put one in the box for you too so you can give the idea a test run. If you don’t want to do it anymore that’s totally fine, or we can get something else...whatever you want, it’s your birthday gift.” Tara gave a nervous smile. “So...happy birthday. I love you. See you soon." The picture froze on Tara blowing Mel a kiss.

Mel held the video-card in one hand and looked into the little box again to find a clear piece of film with the same design printed on it. Happiness bubbled up in her chest. Things were finally getting back to normal with her and Tara, now if only Dhayn could figure out a way to adjust to the way things were. Couldn't he see that they were better off as friends than nothing at all? She pictured the three of them hanging out again like they used to, before their hormones got involved. It brought a smile to her face. Yes, he would see it, he just needed time. She returned the video-card back to the box just as Dhayn joined her in the hall.

“Are you ready to go out?” he asked, clearly happy with her mood.

“Where are we going?” Mel asked. “Do I need to change?”

“Nope, I’ve got it covered,” Dhayn said with a grin. He held out her purse for her to take.

She didn’t remember bringing it downstairs - that must have been what he ran off to get. She slipped the small box into her purse, and followed him out through the vestibule. His shiny black sports car was waiting at the base of the steps. A doggen came around to open her door for her and she climbed in quickly. Dhayn joined her immediately and she was torn between wanting to go along with his surprise and wanting to find out where he was talking her. She decided to keep her mouth shut, but she was full of nervous anticipation as he sped down the dark streets toward the city.

…......

Dhayn pulled into the parking lot nearest to the venue and hurried to find a space. He didn’t really have to rush, but his excitement made him antsy. He had debated whether or not to call off his plans for the night when everything had gone down with Lucian, but in the end it seemed a better idea to try and cheer Mel up than spend another night watching her brood and try to take out her anger on the punching bags down in the gym.

“So what are we doing?” Mel asked again, taking his hand as he helped her out of the car.

“Just two more minutes and you’ll find out,” Dhayn responded with a smile. He was tempted just to tell her everything when she stuck out her lip in an adorable pout, but he knew how much she loved surprises - and he had a night full of them.

They walked down the side walk with a large group of strangers, many of them were probably heading to the same place they were. The street was alive with activity. It was the first warm weekend of the spring and everyone was out to enjoy the passing of winter for good. They stopped in front of the concert venue and took a place in the fast-moving line toward the doors. Dhayn watched Mel’s face as it lit up with understanding. He could tell when she spotted the poster for the feature band - her eyes rounded and her face split into a huge grin.

“They’re playing tonight?” Mel asked, excitement leaking into her voice.

“Yep,” Dhayn said, handing their tickets to the usher blocking the doorway. He had been so excited to see Mel’s favorite band pop up on his upcoming events calendar a month ago that he had bought the tickets right away. When the date registered in his mind he thanked the Virgin for his luck. “It was meant to be.” He smiled at her and led the way to their seats in the second row.

“This is so awesome D, thank you so much!” She flung her arms around him and planted an enthusiastic kiss on his lips. He had to pull her away gently before his other instincts kicked in. She smiled up at him and he was glad to see the anger gone from behind her eyes.

They got wristbands allowing them access to the standing room in front of the stage and before long they were surrounded by bodies swaying to the music of the opening band - one they didn’t know, but who turned out to be pretty decent. Dhayn could practically see Mel’s happiness swell as her favorite band took the stage and started with one of their new songs. He spent half of the time watching his female instead of the band and it was the best concert he’d ever been to.

As they climbed into his car three hours later, Dhayn could feel the energy vibrating off of Mel. She clutched her new band T-shirt in her delicate - but deadly - hands and smiled from ear to ear.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, turning to face him in her seat.

Dhayn let out a laugh. "Your welcome, I'm glad you had fun."

"So much fun, and that unplugged number at the end! Tara is going to be so jealous," Mel cut herself off and bit her bottom lip. He could see she was more concerned about his reaction than anything, and that made him want to punch himself.

Dhayn figured they had to talk about Tara at some point, he had even planned to bring it up later in the night, but he realized then that he shouldn't put it off any longer.

"I'm happy for her you know?" he said, switching the car over to auto-pilot so that she could have his undivided attention. Mel was watching him silently, waiting to see where he was taking the conversation.

"I was hurt at first, and sure my pride took a beating, but mostly I was just afraid that she had left me - us - because she thought we'd be happier, or better off without her. I couldn't let her do the whole self-sacrifice thing." Dhayn paused, watching Mel's face for her reaction. She nodded in understanding, a crease forming between her brows, but she kept her thoughts to herself.

"And that might have been why she did it to begin with, in fact I'm pretty damn
sure it was, but she's happy now." Dhayn ran his hand through his hair, preparing himself for what he had to say next. "I know Tara almost as well as I know you, and I can tell that she's in love with that asshole. I might be a selfish bastard sometimes but I would never deny her that. So, I have to let her go."

"But that doesn't mean we have to cut her out of our lives," Mel said softly. "We were best friends for ten times as long as we were lovers, can you just try to be a friend to her again?"

"I will try," Dhayn promised, looking her in the eye. "To be honest, it's the thought of being in the same room as Tru for any length of time that has me worried. I hate that guy."

Mel laughed and smacked his arm lightly. "Give the male a chance, there's obviously something redeeming about him if our Tara has fallen for him," she paused and tapped her full bottom lip, "although, hell if I know what it is." She laughed again, and this time Dhayn joined her. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted from his heart.

"I love you," he said, reaching across to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. A passing street lamp glinted off of her new earring like a little red spark. Her breath hitched and he watched as she slowly licked her bottom lip.

"I love you too," she whispered. The heat in her bronze eyes made his sex drive kick into gear full force. He could feel himself hardening under her unwavering stare.

The car started to slow, pulling Dhayn's attention reluctantly back to their surroundings. They had arrived at Mel's favorite diner - a twenty-four hour place with retro booths and apple pie to die for. He was starting to second guess his plans, but then he heard her stomach grumble and his resolve snapped into place.

"First, we eat." Dhayn took over the controls to park the car and turn it off. "Then I will leave it up to you whether we go to the next stop on your birthday road trip, or just skip straight to the end."

.........

Mel was very pleasantly full as they exited the small diner and strolled across the parking lot to Dhayn's car. She could still taste the sweet flavor of apples on her tongue, and didn't regret her second piece of pie one bit.

Dhayn held the car door open for her as she climbed into her seat. She settled herself in while he crossed to the other side and joined her in the dark cab of the car.

"So what is your decision?" he asked, turning on the vehicle. It rumbled to life and the red lights on the display came on, filling the small space with a sultry glow. Dhayn's strong jaw and straight nose were highlighted perfectly, and Mel reached out instinctively to caress his face. Dhayn chuckled.

"What?" Mel asked. "Oh, right," she paused to gather her thoughts. She was supposed to be making up her mind.

In the diner, distracted by her food, she had allowed her lust to take a back seat and her curiosity had returned. But now, in this tight space, with his eyes holding hers and the line of his lips curling up slightly - begging to be kissed - she just wanted to rip off her clothes and throw herself at him. Her body began to tingle at the thought.

"Hmm, how about this," Dhayn said, his gravelly voice sending shivers up her spine.

In a swift move he punched something into the console and her seat fell back flat - eliciting a small yelp from her as she went with it. Dhayn's big hand slid beneath her head and suddenly his lips were on hers, soft but relentless. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue slipped between her lips to tangle with her own. Mel could feel the pressure building in her core and pressed her thighs together as her body started to quake with need. Just when she was ready to beg to be touched, she felt Dhayn's other hand skimming lightly along the hem of her skirt. She had never been more grateful with a wardrobe choice than she was at that moment. His hand slipped effortlessly beneath her skirt and pulled her panties aside. She broke their kiss with a gasp as his fingers probed her entrance.

"Oh sweet Virgin you're ready," he growled against her neck. She could feel his fangs gliding teasingly over her throat and she bucked her hips against him, forcing a finger to slide an inch inside of her.

"Please," she begged, trying to move against him.

She didn't have to ask him twice. A second finger joined the first as he began to slowly penetrate her, his thumb reaching up to circle her sensitive clit. She clenched around him and gasped for breath as her orgasm erupted from out of nowhere. Her body came alive with sensation, vibrating out from where he continued to massage her pulsing core. As she came down from the high she was expecting to feel satiated, but her aching fangs told her otherwise. He withdrew his fingers and rested his hand on her knee.

"More," she said in a husky voice, surprising herself.

Dhayn inhaled slowly against her neck sending delightful shivers down her spine. He pulled back and his glowing blue and green stare made her breath catch in her throat. She could tell that he was barely holding on to his composure, and her inner temptress warmed with pride. He wanted her just as badly, if not more than she wanted him. The way his body tensed and coiled, trying to keep those mere inches between them, made her feel more powerful than a sword in her hand ever could. Mine.

"Give me twenty minutes and you can have as much as you want for as long as you want it," he said just above a whisper. The promise made her hunger rage inside, but something caught her attention and cleared some of the fog from her lust-driven mind.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "We aren't that far from home."

"We aren't going home. That's your last present. I arranged for a days stay at a cabin not far from the city. It's safe and on a private lake." He watched for her reaction so she pushed aside her curiosity and smiled. He punched something else into the console and the car took off toward their destination.

"What did I do to deserve all of this?" she asked, reaching up to rest a hand on his cheek.

"You didn't have to do anything. I wanted a day for just the two of us. No doggen, family, friends or enemies - just...us." Dhayn smiled back at her and her heart swelled in her chest.

She knew how much of a pain in the ass she had been those last few days, and all the while he had not only been there to support her, but he had been planning the perfect birthday to cheer her up. She was so overwhelmed with emotions that she could feel tears starting to sting her eyes. He brushed a hand through her hair tenderly and she tried to to think of what to say or do to show him how much this all meant to her - how much he meant to her.

"Lean back," she demanded, realizing exactly what she wanted to do.

He hesitated a moment before reclining his seat. Mel reached across the center console and deftly unfastened his pants. Dhayn jerked in surprise, but relaxed immediately as she freed his erection and began a slow stroking motion. His head fell back against his seat as she took his heavy sack in her other hand, massaging it gently. Her sheath clenched as she stretched across the distance between them and took the fat head of his cock into her mouth. She teased a bead of moisture from the tip with her tongue before taking him slowly into her throat. His shaft was soft as silk and hard as iron as she worked up a rhythm that had him panting and gripping the seat beneath him. Mel increased her suction and squeezed his tightening sack, bringing him over the edge with her name on his lips.

Dhayn looked about ready to pounce on her when the car started to slow. They had successfully passed their twenty minutes it seemed. Mel looked out into the dark until she spotted the little secluded cabin. A whole day without distractions. It seemed too good to be true, but she knew exactly how she wanted to spend it. Sleep? Who needs sleep? She smiled to herself. Time to open my last present.
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