The Night Series - Entire Series Boxed Set : New World Immortal Mayan Vampire Romance

by Lisa Kessler

  Her lips twitched, almost smiling.

  “Stay with me.”

  Kane snapped his jaw shut, stunned to hear the words that had just escaped. Bringing this woman into his world was dangerous, but sending her back to the vampire was inconceivable. He protected mortals. By keeping her under his roof, he would be able to ensure her safety while he hunted her “Master.” He would do the same for any mortal.

  Her face drained of color. “I cannot. Antoine would stop at nothing to take me back. He would kill me.”

  He took her hand, his fingers lacing together with hers.

  “He would have to kill me first, and I promise you, that would be impossible.”

  Marguerite stared into his eyes. Could she really trust this man, this Night Walker? Would she be running from one prison to another?

  “If I agreed to stay, would I be free to leave at any time?”

  He lifted her hand to kiss the back of her knuckles, his gaze locked on hers. “I would never cage you, Rita.”

  She waited for him to break eye contact, or any sign that he lied to her, but nothing betrayed his words. He made her want to believe.

  He pulled her closer, and she sank into his arms, her lips meeting his in an urgent kiss. He laid her back on the grass, and she slid her fingers into his hair, moaning as his large hands moved down her body, molding every curve. When he pulled back, she struggled to catch her breath. His arousal was obvious, pressing against her, but he made no move to tear at her clothes.

  She looked up into his eyes, enjoying the weight of him settled over her as their bodies pressed together. “Do you hunger for my blood?”

  He turned and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Do you want honesty?”

  Heat churned in her stomach, coiling lower. “Yes.”

  “I yearn to taste you, but not because I thirst.”

  “Why then?” Her traitorous body writhed beneath him, aching for his touch.

  The corner of his mouth turned up in a sexy, breathtaking smile. “Because drinking from you would bring me closer to you. Even closer than sharing our bodies. Your soul, your spirit…” He ran a cool finger down the length of her throat, making her pulse jump. “They dwell in your blood.” He bent to kiss her lips, whispering against them, “But I will never drink from you unless you wish it.”

  “Have you ever been bitten?”

  “No.” His tone was gruff, breathless.

  She pulled back, her eyes locked on his. “It hurts, Kane.

  There is no pleasure in it.”

  “I am no vampire.” His thumb stroked her temple, brushing her hair back while he propped himself up on his forearms. “I know how to bond us without pain…only pleasure.”

  He kissed her again, harder, and she wrestled to keep her mind focused while her body filled with desire. While Kane admitted to drinking blood and avoiding sunlight, nothing about the way he touched her, looked at her, or spoke to her, was reminiscent of her Master. As much as her mind wanted to protect her, her heart refused to recognize the danger.

  After all, he could easily kill her…

  He slid his hand down the length of her body until he pulled her thigh up alongside him. She could feel him pressing even tighter against her, and rational thought escaped her.

  She explored his back, sliding her hands slowly up his spine and into his hair. He kissed his way down her chin and along her throat. Adrenaline shot through her, and her heart pounded. He’d given his word he would not drink from her until she asked.

  Her anxiety melted into pleasure as his lips caressed the base of her neck and along her collarbone. His kisses ventured lower, pushing at her blouse. Marguerite rolled on top of him, pleased he didn’t fight her for control.

  She sat up, straddling his waist with a brazen smile. He made her feel worthy and sensual, an equal instead of one of the inferior sex. He brought his strong hands to her thighs, sliding them up to her trim waist, along her ribs, until he brushed the underside of her breasts. Desire burned through her. She traced her fingers along his muscular forearms, and covered his hands with her own. Guiding them to her breasts, she closed her eyes, moaning when he teased her nipples through the thin fabric of her shift.

  Her hips rubbed against his, and she wished she’d never agreed to riding breeches, cursing the fabric between their bodies. She’d never wanted a man with this much intensity.

  Drowning in passion, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her.

  “You are so beautiful, Rita.”

  She lifted his hand to her lips and whispered, “I am not usually so forward with men. Your touch seduces me.” She wet her lips. “I am not a courtesan, but I am no virgin, either.”

  “I have a confession.” He surprised her with a low, throaty chuckle. “I am no virgin, either.”

  He sat up and pulled her close, crushing her breasts against his chest. He kissed her as if he starved for the taste of her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist.

  He growled against her lips. “Why did I ever loan you those breeches?”

  Marguerite laughed, but her heart ached. Monster or not, she couldn’t bring him into her mess.

  “We should get back.”

  Kane glanced at the sky and sighed. “You are right.

  Daylight will be here soon.” He met her eyes again. “I am not ready for this night to end.”

  Without warning, he stood, pulling her with him. He carried her to her horse and lifted her into the saddle.

  She reached for the reins and a screech echoed through her mind with such intensity, she lost her balance.

  I hunger… Antoine’s mental demand grew in volume and pitch. There was no escape.

  Marguerite gasped and slipped from her horse.

  Kane caught her. “What is it?”

  She opened her mouth, but she couldn’t find words with Antoine’s mental bellowing. Her head throbbed until she thought it might explode. She pressed at her temples and her ears.

  Kane held her tight and mounted his horse. He tethered Candide to the back of his saddle and urged Kukulkan into a gallop. Marguerite breathed him in, taking comfort in his scent. Suddenly, there was another voice in her mind. Kane’s voice.

  Fight him. Protect your mind. A poem, a song, anything.

  Just keep repeating it until he can no longer reach you.

  She heard Kane’s voice, but he hadn’t said a word. She tried to push away the pain and the panic, to calm herself, to find something…and then it came to her. Weakly, the Lord’s Prayer whispered through her mind. Each repetition grew stronger, and gradually she noticed the volume of Antoine’s threats weakening.

  She gasped. “It’s working.”

  Kane pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his voice a low rumble where she rested against his chest. “Good. You are strong. Keep the vampire out.”

  She gathered confidence from his words, repeating the prayer faster and with more force, and finally the pain receded. A flood of relief swamped her. She’d regained the safety of her mind thanks to Kane’s counsel. Her heart welled with gratitude for the man holding her.

  But there was no future for these emotions. She would be leaving for the new world soon, but clearly, her heart didn’t care.

  “He is gone,” she whispered.

  Kane guided the horses through the back gate to his stable. When he looked down at her, she gasped. At the edges of his irises, a deep red ring blazed. He climbed down from his horse, releasing her once her feet found solid ground.

  Marguerite stumbled, backing away from him.

  “My rage is for your ‘Master.’ I mean you no harm.”

  He withdrew his handkerchief and dabbed at her nose.

  When he folded the square, the bright red stain startled her.

  She reached up to wipe at her nose. Blood smeared across her fingertips.

  “He would not stop screaming. I thought I would lose my mind.”

  Kane helped her to a bench beside Kukulkan’s stall. “He is a coward. Tomorrow ni
ght, I will end this.”

  He watched her for a moment before he returned to the horses. Kane carried one saddle on each arm, as if they weighed nothing. Marguerite watched him vanish into the tack room while she concentrated on keeping the prayer repeating in her mind. Gradually, she tried to focus on other things while the repetition continued.

  Did Kane just tell her he was going to attack Antoine?

  Marguerite stood when he exited the tack room. “You cannot face him. I will not see you hurt because of me.”

  His lips quirked into a crooked line of confidence. “You are correct. You will not see me hurt.”

  “So you will let me handle this.”

  Confusion wrinkled his brow. “That is not what I said.”

  “Then perhaps you should finish telling me what kind of monster you are, because Antoine is a powerful vampire.

  Unless you are something stronger, he will not only hurt you, he will see you die a slow death.” She placed a hand on her hip, hoping it made her look more determined than she felt. “He has not killed me yet. I do not believe he will take my life now. However, I am certain he would enjoy watching you perish.”

  Kane led the horses back to their stalls without even a glance in her direction. When he returned, his face became a chiseled mask of indifference. “I tire of you calling me a monster.”

  “But you are also not a man.” She glanced up at him.

  “Help me understand.”

  “Come.”

  He took her hand without any of the typical etiquette of a French gentleman and escorted her to the rear entrance of his maison.

  She broke the silence when he reached for the door. “I still have questions.”

  He nodded and glanced at the sky. “I hope you will still be here tomorrow night so I may answer them for you.”

  “I am free to go if I choose?” She gestured toward the city. “What if I were to reveal your secret during the day while you rest?”

  “You are not my prisoner.” He remained devoid of emotion. No hint of the passion they’d shared colored his voice. “I shared who I am because I trust you will not betray me.”

  “Does Gerard know you are not human?”

  Kane shrugged, and she fought the urge to go to him.

  It was obvious her questions annoyed him, but as much as she wanted to trust him, she needed to understand. Antoine would punish her, possibly kill her if she didn’t return.

  Reason enough to question Kane.

  But that didn’t change the fact that she wished she could feel his arms around her again.

  “He may suspect, but he is too much a gentleman to confront me.” He finally leveled his gaze on her face. “You are the only mortal in France who knows who I really am.”

  “Why?” Why did he trust her, when he knew she stole his watch? She could leave at any time, today perhaps, if she sold the baubles she’d collected. “Why me?”

  “Because I want you to know me. I want you to…” His brow furrowed for a brief moment before he shook his head.

  “The sun will rise soon. I will leave Gerard instructions he is to give you free reign of my home.” He took her hand and kissed the back. “Until tomorrow.”

  She hesitated to release his hand, knowing this could be the last time she felt his skin against hers. “Au revoir, Kane.”

  Chapter Five

  Kane walked through his underground tunnel while the air around him churned with energy. He couldn’t deny the beast any longer. Closing his eyes, he welcomed the golden jaguar, freeing his spirit animal. His body shifted in one fluid motion, until his four feet padded through the torch-lit hall.

  The jungle cat sniffed at the stale air, unhappy to find itself trapped. Again.

  Gradually, his steps moved faster, until he loped toward the end of the tunnel and his underground sleeping quarters.

  On the far end of the bedroom, he leapt on his hind legs and clawed at the stone wall with his front paws. His growls of frustration echoed off the cold underground walls. He paced the room, his tail swishing in agitation.

  Inside, Kane waited for the beast’s anger to dissipate.

  This life, this world, frustrated the jaguar. He yearned for the jungle, for moonlight hunts. The walls of this daylight refuge bore many scars from centuries of the cat’s rage.

  The jaguar panted, aching for the true freedom Kane could not grant him. Jaguars were not native to this country, just as horses were not native to his. If a human witnessed a jaguar roaming the streets of Paris, they would not rest until he was caught or killed.

  Kane closed his eyes, absorbing the energy in the air and shifting his form back into a man. He walked to the bed and sat. Resting his elbows on his knees, he opened and closed his fists, watching his ageless fingers. What was he doing?

  When Rita had questioned him and asked why he chose to reveal himself to her, the answer rattled him.

  He was tired of being alone in this world. He wanted her to know him, the real him.

  But why? He should be above this.

  He stared at the deep grooves in the wall from the jaguar’s claws. Hope sparked deep within. Maybe he didn’t have to remain alone for eternity.

  He could fall in love with this woman.

  Ludicrous. He was a god. An immortal. A Night Walker.

  Mortal ties were beneath him. Love made men weak and brought down gods. Surely, he could not fall any lower than his current position, living among mortals who had no idea of his true power.

  Facing immortality was a heavy burden on its own. How much worse would it be if he mourned every mortal who passed through this world and into the next? This woman was not his goddess. She was fragile and mortal.

  He needed to end the charade.

  But he also couldn’t allow the vampire to feed off her as if she were merely his cow. The thought repulsed him.

  Immortals had a duty to protect the world, uphold it and its people. Not enslave them for their own private pleasure.

  He would hunt down the leech and kill him—justice for the innocents he’d slaughtered.

  Rita would be free to remain in Paris without fearing for her life.

  He stripped off the rest of his clothing and lay in the bed, waiting for the sun to steal the breath from his body.

  Vampires. He’d crossed paths with a few during his stay in Paris. He found them to be superstitious and ill-suited to immortality. They brought their mortal failings into an immortal body. Many of them allowed their darker sides to take control, believing themselves to be the children of Satan.

  At least hunting a vampire would present a small challenge. He welcomed any opportunity to battle another immortal.

  Plus, it might take his mind off Rita’s smile and the temptation of her soft lips. He groaned out his last breath as all life left his body.

  Marguerite waited. The moment Kane’s door closed, she cracked hers open. Peering around the door, she froze when Gerard approached. Before she could duck back into her room, she noticed the dresses draped over his arm.

  She glanced up at his slender face. Although his pale skin blended into his high collared shirt, his dark eyes held a sparkle when he offered her a tentative smile.

  “My Master requested I deliver these gowns to you.” He bowed slightly. “May I enter?”

  “Oui.” Marguerite stepped back from the door, allowing him entry into the room.

  He carefully laid the dresses across the large bed so she could inspect each one. “Maestro Donizetti has invited Monsieur Bordeaux to see his new Opera…”

  “La Fille du Régiment?”

  “You know of it?” He straightened his waistcoat, but she noticed he stole a glance in her direction.

  “I have heard many people discussing the new French opera.” She ran her finger along the deep red velvet trim of one of the gowns, picturing herself wearing it inside the newly rebuilt Salle Favart Opera House. “He expects me to attend?”

  She glanced over her shoulder to see Gerard raise a brow. “M
y Master hoped you might wish to accompany him.

  He is not one to force his will upon a lady.”

  Marguerite felt an unwanted jolt of jealousy shoot down her spine. Stiffly, she turned to face him. “So he often entertains ladies with evenings at the opera?”

  Gerard cleared his throat. “Not exactly.”

  “And what does that mean… Exactly?” She rubbed her palms against the riding breeches.

  “Well, Monsieur Bordeaux often escorts the children of his staff to the opera.”

  Marguerite frowned, struggling to process what Gerard told her. “You allow your children to accompany him?”

  He nodded as if she were slow-minded. “Monsieur Bordeaux is a generous employer, Mademoiselle. My family has worked for the Bordeaux family for over one hundred years. We are well paid and well-tended.”

  “I…” She hesitated, biting back the urge to question him further. It was obvious that while Gerard might suspect his eccentric Master for his strange hours, his loyalty remained absolute. She offered her hand. “I am Marguerite Rousseau.”

  He took her hand and tipped his head. “Welcome to the Maison Bordeaux, Marguerite. My Master hopes you will be comfortable. Please let any of the staff know if you require something.”

  “Thank you, Gerard.”

  He nodded and quietly left the room. Marguerite picked up the ivory dress with red velvet trim and turned toward the mirror, draping it over herself. She’d never owned such a well-made garment.

  After she’d carried all of the dresses to the bureau, exhaustion pulled at her, tempting her closer to the feathered bed.

  But she couldn’t sleep yet.

  Quickly, she changed into one of the plainer gowns that didn’t require a corset. She tidied her hair, pinning it up until she looked presentable. The empty hallway outside her room surprised her. Although Kane had insisted she would be free to go if she chose.

  On some level, she still expected deceit.

  The scent of fresh bread surrounded her, making her stomach growl in eager anticipation. Her hunger would have to wait. Outside, she squinted, reaching up to shade her eyes when daylight assaulted her. Forcing her feet to move, she hurried through the bustling Paris streets, toward Antoine’s home.