Page 4 of A Love Tethered to the Sun

Pryde Magers

Iwatched as Creek and Healani walked away, and my eyes were glued to Creek’s chocolate and white globes.

She was the sexiest, most beautiful, and sweetest woman I had ever met.

The splashes of white patches that displayed over her rich, dark chocolate skin were a bonus feature.

I loved her almond-shaped and warm brownie-colored eyes.

The white spots around both of her eyes enhanced the depths of them.

When she wore her curly brown mane wild and free, it made me speechless.

Creek was the epitome of Motherland beauty.

Her mango-sized breasts sat up in her yellow bikini top.

The hourglass shape she was blessed with turned every head she walked past, and that included women.

The way the yellow bikini set clashed against her rich chocolate and white skin was absolutely a sight to be seen. She was a brick house—period.

My head swayed from side to side as I watched her stallion ass and toned legs switch away.

Creek may be a plus-size beauty, but she rides the waves like a feather, landing gracefully on its tip.

From the two years that I’d known her, every opponent she’d faced had always underestimated her because of the way she looked, and man, did she spank their asses.

I’m talking about women from all over were defeated by Creek.

I believe it’s a gift she was blessed with because surfing comes so naturally to her.

Her idol is the legendary Eddie Aikau—that was no surprise at all. Hawaii was his homeland, after all.

I sensed movement behind me. The sound of sand shuffling could never be heard with a human’s ear, but it was different for my species. Before my friend could place his hand on my shoulder, I turned to face him faster than the sand could trickle down from me disturbing it.

“Damn. It’s been a century plus, and I still can’t sneak up on your old ass,” my right hand, Dax Tides, stated as we playfully jabbed at each other. Dax favored the singer who made the song “Pony,” and he hated it when people made that reference.

“Negro, please. I ain’t nothing but thirty years older than you,” I voiced as I secured him a headlock. He tapped my arm, and I let him go.

“So, what did you find out? Is she the one?” he asked me.

I nodded. “Yes. She’s not only my mate but also the daughter and last living relative of that Lucifer wannabe, Rik. He’s been on a killing spree, murdering all of his family members, looking for her. We have to capture that imbecile ASAP.”

Dax nodded in agreement. “What’s the plan?” he questioned. We super-speed walked to our office in the hotel. We were both sitting in the chairs before the paper, fluttering in the air, settled on my desk.

“We’re going to kill him and his band of followers. They knew the rules, bro. Rik, Creek’s dad, is a vampire, and he illegally created a small army of newborn vampires that need to be exterminated like pests,” I replied.

Dax stood up, super-speed walked to the bar, and pulled back a liter bottle of Cognac.

The wall opened, and he walked inside our walk-in garden, plucking a couple of green foliage leaves.

He stepped out and turned the cognac bottle upright.

“Okay, I hear you on that. I want to set a trap to get rid of his followers first, then capture him, and burn they dumb asses at sunrise,” Dax stated.

He blended the leaves into the juicer with some green apples, spinach, mint leaves, and a teaspoon of agave.

“That’s the gist, but we have to always expect the unexpected. We have to put someone on the ladies,” I told him.

He handed me a glass of the rich, green juice.

Together, we downed the juices in seconds and placed the empty glasses on the desk.

I looked down at my hands and arms and watched as the green color of the chlorophyll coursed through my veins.

The euphoric feeling from the chlorophyll’s essence gave me an all-natural high.

I tossed my head back against my office chair, relishing the feeling.

My skin heated up and turned sunlight yellow as I came down from my high and focused on his response.

“I agree with you. I’ll put Paul and Levi on the job,” Dax stated, then he looked at me.

“Sounds like a plan. Have you and Healani set a date yet for you all’s mating ceremony?” I probed.

“We did, actually. It’s in three weeks. She wanted to throw this party for Creek’s birthday first.” He shook his head, and I laughed at him.

“Healani’s ass was determined to throw that damn party.

She knows how Creek feels about celebrating her birthday.

Healani might not know the reason why, and neither do I, but she will not let Creek’s birthday go by without celebrating it,” Dax stated.

“Oh, I know just how determined she was because I got the bill to pay for it.” I chuckled lightly.

A bit of sadness settled over me when I reflected on what she told me earlier.

“It’s going to hurt Healani when she does find out, though.

To hear my mate in so much pain while she relived the most terrifying and traumatizing moment in her life filled me with rage to the max.

I damn near showed my true self to her,” I told Dax.

“It’s also amazing that you found your mate, and she wasn’t weirded out by our lifestyle.

I believe it’s because we’re sun vampires instead of blood-drinking vampires.

We’re not out attacking humans and drinking their blood.

We fulfill our thirst through the chlorophyll from plants and our energy from the sun.

I pray Creek doesn’t freak out because my feelings are so strong for her.

She got a chance to meet those bloodthirsty savages first, so I hope they didn’t ruin the possibility of her being open and susceptible to our kind,” I mentioned.

Dax nodded in understanding as his phone rang.

“Hello,” he answered. “Yes, babe, I know. We are actually on our way down to the party now. Yes ma’am.

I’ll grab some more ice. Okay, baby girl.

I love you too,” he cooed, then hung up.

“Let’s go, bro, before Healani tries to come and get us.

” He huffed quickly and stood up. I couldn’t wait until I had my mate in my arms and jumping at her every beck and call.

It had always been a dream of mine, but in order to make it happen, I needed to head to Creek’s surprise party.

“Yeah, you’re right about that.” We laughed together, and this time, when we left my office, we walked at human speed and took the elevator down to the lobby.

I signaled for one of my staff members and told them to bring more ice to the conference room.

When we walked in, there were streamers hanging from the chandeliers with I all over.

The pink, foiled number thirty balloons plastered around definitely gave the room a feminine vibe.

I honestly loved the way Healani paired the pink, white, and yellow colors together.

Creek loved these colors married together, but yellow was her absolute favorite color.

There was plenty of food and sweets on the long table. Plus, there were old-fashioned cotton candy machines going with lemonade and strawberry slushy machines whirring and mixing the delicious frozen drinks.

“Hey! You guys finally made it!” Healani voiced excitedly. “Come on, big daddy. I’ve been waiting to shake my ass on you all day,” she recited as she pulled Dax onto the floor, and they immediately got to it.

I laughed as I walked around and spoke to a few of my staff.

I looked around for Creek, and I spotted her talking to the first-shift receptionist, Destiny.

She looked absolutely beautiful in her strapless all-white maxi dress with two high slits.

Her brown curly mane was on full display, and I loved it.

They laughed and self-served themselves to some slushies when Kai saddled his thirsty ass behind Creek.

I watched as she turned around and stepped away, ignoring him.

Destiny seemed to be telling him to move around as she waved her hand in the air to express it.

Kai gave her his middle finger as he turned back to Creek.

She tossed the bean bags at the white bowling pins.

Creek was able to knock two pins down before Kai felt on her ass.

Creek quickly grabbed his dick and squeezed hard as hell.

“Ow, fuck! Please let me go, man!” he begged and screamed out.

“Hell no! I’ve warned you and warned you about touching me.

I don’t belong to you or anyone else. Do you understand now!

” she yelled as she squeezed tighter. All the color drained from his tan face as the veins in his forehead protruded to showcase his agony.

I felt the nigga’s pain. My nuts ached for him, but that’s what the fuck he gets for not keeping his hands to himself.

“Yes! Yes!” he expressed in pain.

“Good because from what I can feel, you don’t have enough to satisfy any woman!” Creek hollered.