Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) by Dorian Mayfair Page A

already in the pool, the water reaching up to his waist as he leaned at a stone, head tilted back, eyes closed.
    Suzy made a strangled sound. She did not think of herself as body-fixated in any way, but there was no keeping her eyes of this man’s physique. Whatever work he did in the forest, it had left him with a build that made her think of those weird athletes that hung from rings and did somersaults. Dark veins outlined every single muscle on his torso, and his skin was the hue of dusky, polished bronze.
    Suzy wore a T-shirt and her underwear, and damn if she was taking them off. Yet. Hush you, voice of depravation.
    Tearing her eyes away, Suzy dipped a toe in the pool. The water was warm. With a move less graceful than she had hoped for, she slipped into the water. The water, clear and fresh, reached to her chest. Should not a pool like this be stale and smelly? Apparently not.
    She leaned her back against a stone across the pool from the man, and then laughed.
    “What?” he asked, opening his eyes to look at her.
    “I haven’t even asked what your name is.”
    “Greene.”
    “That sounds English, all right.”
    “Are you comfortable?”
    She worked her mouth and then shrugged. She was, in fact, very comfortable. “I guess.”
    He smiled. “I am glad. Company such as yours is rare.”
    “What, you don’t often meet nervous girls in tracksuits? Why are you looking at me like that?”
    “I mean the company of you, Suzy. A guardian. The first I have met in many years. Decades. It is a privilege.”
    She stared at him. “I have no idea what you are talking about, but you’re freaking me out a bit.“
    “It is an honour to meet a woman like you. There are no many who dare to cross these days. Once – never mind. And you came to warn me. I am in your debt.”
    “Cross what, exactly? And warn you of what? And what’s a ‘passer’? Something English?”
    “Have you not heard the name before? It is an old term. I suppose it may have changed.”
    “You better start to make sense, or I’m leaving right now.”
    He paused, sat up straight and gazed at me. His eyes widened a fraction, and that bemused, irresistible smile returned. “By the Goddess and the Holly King,” he said softly, “you do not know.”
    “Know what?” Suzy tried to rise up but she remained sitting, as if she was rooted to the spot. Had there been something in the drink after all? Stupid, stupid! She shouldn’t have drunk it. “Look, you’re really nice and everything, but I’m getting seriously creeped out.”
    “Please, do not worry. I am sorry if upset you.” The man gestured with a long finger in Suzy’s direction. “It is your arm. The symbol.”
    Suzy looked down on her arm and the black tribal dragon that twisted its way down its length. Its body was made up of intricate, interlocking patterns, and it had its claws dug into a round, Celtic-looking symbol on her wrist. Done just before her trip to New Orleans, it was her latest ink job. And it still itched. That worried her a bit; it should have healed by now.
     “That is what made me certain,” he continued. “Though I have known since I saw you at the house. And you found me, too. Not anyone can.”
    “Certain about what? And you were singing, right? So finding you was pretty easy. And this is just a tattoo.”
    He shook his head. “The dragon may be. The circle is not. It is special, to say the least. Who made it?”
    “A tattoo parlour near Lafayette. So what?”
    “Fewer and fewer pass on the lore to their apprentices. It is good to see someone still versed in the lore.”
    “And you’re not making sense. Get to the point.”
    “What were you told of the round symbol? Did the grafter mention its origin?”
    “I brought it to him. I found it in this old book at a second-hand bookshop and I liked it, so I copied it. It’s a neat job. I’ve never been before, but I’ll go back.” In fact, she’d never even seen the parlour before; she been dizzy with