Shiela Stewart - [Darkness 01]

by Seducing Darkness (epub)

  Dante sat there a moment before standing. Leaving the stool in its place, he left.

  ***

  Jonah was at peace in his dreams. He was with the woman he loved while they watched their son play in the sand, building a castle with buckets and sticks. She felt of flesh and bone, and her scent stimulated his senses. And when he kissed her, she was warm and real.

  Then the darkness came and took them all away.

  He sat up screaming, his heart pounding.

  “It’s okay. Shh now.”

  He wasn’t startled when Raven brushed her hand over his hair. Though the room was dark, he saw with perfect clarity. And even if he hadn’t been able to see, he could smell her in the room. She had a distinctive scent to her, one of soap and ginger. He wasn’t sure where the ginger came from but understood the soap.

  “What time is it?” he asked, laying back against the pillow.

  “Just past five.” She clicked the light above his head on.

  “In the morning or afternoon?”

  “I’m not sure. I lost track of time a while back. They all seem to blend into one. How do you feel?”

  He closed his eyes. “Miserable.”

  “You had a nightmare?”

  “More like a revelation. Are the telephones working?”

  “As far as I know, yes. Why?”

  “I need to call my friends and let them know I’m alive.” He had to at least do that because he knew Trinity would be insane with worry and he didn’t want her doing anything to put her life in jeopardy.

  “Do you think they’re still here? Maybe they left town like everyone else has.”

  “They’ll be here. They’re looking for Chaos.” Raven set a pair of scrubs on bed “What are you doing?”

  “I thought you might like something to wear, and maybe a shower. I can wheel you to it and get it set for you. You can sit in the wheel chair and wash, or I could help you.”

  “I think I can manage to wash myself.” It was humiliating enough to have her do everything else for him.

  “All right then. Would you like to wash first or the call?”

  “The call.”

  She picked up the phone beside his bed and put it to her ear, then frowned. “It’s not connected. I’ll go check if the ones at the desk are working. And while I’m at it, I’ll get you something to eat.”

  “I’m not hungry.” He had absolutely no urge to eat at all.

  “I know, but you’ll need to feed. I’ll be right back.”

  He watched her scurry away and understood what she meant by feed. She was going to bring him blood.

  ***

  Everything was perfect. Or at least she hoped Dante thought it was perfect. She really didn’t know if he was the romantic type or not. If not, well, lesson learned. She lit the last candle then took a step back to observe the room. It had the right ambiance, she just hoped it accomplished what she’d meant for it to accomplish.

  She wanted him to forget his troubles for just a few moments.

  Seeing a wrinkle in the sheets, Gypsy quickly hurried to the bed and smoothed it out. She’d never slept on silk bedding before, certainly never made love on them either. It was going to be an incredible experience for her to do so now. She took a moment to look at herself in the mirror. Her yellow eyes were a natural part of her now, as were the fangs. She shifted the cups of the red bustier corset, drew the strings together just a bit more to make her breasts bulge up a little higher, then did a turn to examine her ass. The red thong showed off the smoothness of her butt and she was very proud of her it.

  The sound of lopsided footsteps in the hallway clued her in to Dante’s arrival. Like a giddy schoolgirl, she giggled in anticipation. She hurried to the door just as it opened. “Surprise!” The look on his face said it all.

  “What’s going on?”

  She took him by the arm and closed the door. “I wanted to do something nice for you.” She pulled him towards the bed, hardly able to contain her excitement. “Get undressed.”

  “Gypsy, I’m not in the mood for sex right now.”

  That was a little disappointing, but she could rectify that. “Just get undressed and lie down on the bed, face down.”

  With a heavy sigh he began unbuttoning his shirt.

  The instant all the buttons were undone, she pulled it off his back and down his arms. “Now the pants and underwear.”

  “You’re a very demanding woman.”

  “Uh huh, and you love it.” While he kicked out of his jeans, she pulled the blankets back and waited for him to crawl underneath. “On your belly.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He crawled onto the bed and lay down on his belly. “What’s this all about, Gypsy?”

  “Me making you feel better.” Grabbing the oil, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his butt. He had such a nice ass, so round and so firm. She just wanted to squeeze it right now, but she refrained. “How is your knee?”

  “Sore.”

  He really was in a mood. One word answers was a clue he didn’t want to talk. That was fine, he didn’t need to talk, he just needed to enjoy. “Your shoulder is healing up nicely.” She squeezed some oil onto her hands then set it beside her on the bed. She rubbed them together, placed them on the small of his back, and slid them up to his shoulders.

  “You’re giving me a massage?”

  He sounded so baffled that she couldn’t help but laugh. “You don’t have to sound so shocked.”

  “Sorry. I expected you to fuck my brains out, not rub my body in oils.”

  “I’ll fuck your brains out later. Right now, just enjoy the massage.” She stroked her oil slicked hands up his back, then down again. His muscles were so tense, so tight. She massaged gently, easing the tension from his muscles and felt him relax. “I worked as a masseuse once. I didn’t have the qualifications, but the manager said he’d let it slide if I promised not to tell anyone he also provided sensual massage in the back. Money was money and I enjoyed the sensual act as much as the massaging of muscles.”

  “You had sex with the customers?”

  “No, but I did get them off. That was part of the job description. It was mostly middle-aged men who were having trouble getting it up that came in for a massage. Most of them left happy.”

  “You are good with your hands.”

  She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Just my hands?”

  He snickered. “Among other things. I was ready to come back to my room and drown my sorrows in a few bottles of beer. This is so much better.”

  “Thank you.” She shimmied down past his ass and couldn’t resist nipping it with her teeth just once. When he moaned, she contemplated doing it again. But she sat up and decided to massage his legs first. There was plenty of time for nibbling on him later.

  “I don’t know what to do about Danny.”

  “Right now is for you and me. No worries about what we need to do, or who we need to find. It’s just time to relax.” She slicked some more oil onto her hands and ran them along his sore leg. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

  “A little pain is good. Makes me feel alive.”

  Still, she was gentle when she slid her hands along the side by his knee. As she ran her hands up, she grazed his balls and felt them tighten and heard him moan. She knew if she were to ask him to roll over now, he would be fully hard. Instead, she went to the next leg. She rubbed the oil along his leg, up his thigh and teasingly touched his balls again. She liked to hear him moan and loved to arouse him. And as she continued to rub his leg, he began to pump his hips.

  “Roll over.”

  “Now we’re talking.”

  She laughed as she sat beside him on the bed while he rolled over. She was right, he was definitely hard and begging to be sated. In time she would, but for now,
she wanted to please him in a different way. “What nationality are you? I ask because of the dark hair and skin. My guess would be Hispanic.”

  “Your guess would be right. My grandfather came over in his youth and married a pretty little brunette. They had two sons. I look a great deal like my grandfather.”

  “I thought as much. It’s the eyes.” Lifting the bottle of oil, she dribbled some onto his chest, knowing full well how sexual it was. She set the bottle back down on the bed then smoothed her hands over his hairy chest. “You’re a very sexy man.”

  “And you’re driving me insane. I need you, Gypsy.”

  “I know.” She smiled teasingly, then dipped her hands low enough to graze the side of his dick.

  “And you’re doing that on purpose.”

  She squealed when he grabbed her and giggled when he threw her down onto the bed and climbed on top. “I wasn’t finished the massage.”

  “Oh, you’re finished alright, and now it’s my turn.” Grabbing hold of the string on her bodice, he yanked it open then pulled it down past her breasts. She gasped when he took one hard nipple into his mouth.

  “I love your mouth.” She was disappointed when he released her tit, then smiled as he slid his tongue along her chest to her belly. When he slid her thong aside and used his tongue on her, she didn’t mind so much that he’d given up on her breasts. She spread her legs and let him lap her up. When he swirled her clit with his tongue, she clenched onto the bedding and lifted her hips. He had such a gifted tongue and he knew just how to use it. He suckled her silky, moist folds, teasing her nub with the occasional flick. And just as she was about to explode, he dove inside. Her body quaked as the orgasm took control.

  “Oh my God, yes, yes,” she panted as it rippled through her body. She never wanted it to stop.

  Then he lifted his head and slid his way up her body.

  “That must hurt your knee.”

  “A little pain is good. I want something from you now, Gypsy. Something we’ve never done before.”

  She couldn’t think of anything they hadn’t done yet. “Now I’m confused.”

  He ran his thumb along her lips. “I want you to bite me while I fuck you.”

  Her eyes went wide. “No!”

  “I want every part of you and I want you to have every part of me. I want to be the one to feed you.”

  “Dante, do you know what you’re asking?”

  “Yes.” He pressed his thumb to her sharp teeth hard enough to pierce the skin. “I don’t want to be turned. I just want us to be as one. In every way.”

  She took his hand in hers and sucked the blood from his thumb and her body reacted as if she’d just sampled an aphrodisiac. “I may not know when to stop.”

  “I think you will.” He kissed her now and her heart swelled with love. “Take me, Gypsy. Take all of me.”

  He penetrated her in one long thrust and turned his head to expose the length of his neck. She saw the vein and felt its pull. His blood was still on her lips, in her mouth, and she wanted more. It was a big thing he was asking of her, and she knew to do so would be the most intimate they would ever be. And she wanted nothing more.

  She spread for him, taking him in as he pressed in then out and in again. Her body was revving up and his blood called to her. But she had to be sure. “You really want this?”

  “More than anything.”

  She closed her eyes, drew in a deep breath, then lifted her head, peeling back her lips and touched her mouth to his neck. She could feel the blood pulsating in his veins and it matched with each thrust of his hips. She needed him in every way, and took.

  She clamped her teeth down, penetrating the flesh and searing the vein. He groaned loudly and thrust himself deep inside. She drank his blood and as it filled her, she felt the orgasm strike her like never before. She clamped onto him with her hands and pulled him down to her. His hips pistoned inside of her with a ferocity that shook the bed. Opening up, her body gushed with its release. Pulling her mouth free, she cried out as it washed through her.

  She felt him pulsate inside of her with his own release.

  “I love you, Gypsy.”

  His blood coated her mouth and her body was electric. She lifted his head, smiling, and took his mouth with hers. She kissed him while his blood still saturated her lips and when she released him, she knew she’d finally found her home. “I love you more than words can say.”

  ***

  Raven had connected the telephone, then left him alone to make his call. Jonah appreciated that, because what he had to say had to be said in private. He could only hope Trinity understood. Sitting up in his hospital bed, Jonah lifted the receiver and dialed. He didn’t want to take the chance of getting someone else on the phone, so he decided to call her cell. He hoped she had it on her.

  The phone rang once, then twice before it was answered. “Hello?”

  “Trin, it’s me.”

  “Jonah? Oh my God, Jonah. Is that really you?”

  The sound of her voice struck his heart and he nearly got all choked up. “It’s really me. I’m alive. I’m…okay. I just wanted to let you know so you’d stop worrying about me.”

  “Where are you? We’ll come get you, just tell me where you are.”

  “I can’t. Don’t be angry with me, Trin. I need to do this. I love you.” He hung the phone up with shaky hands, then took a moment just to breathe. The note he’d written to her sat beside the telephone with instructions where to take it. He’d been grateful to find a pen and pad in the bedside table while Raven had been trying to find a working telephone. He trusted that she would deliver the note.

  Sitting up, he held the pen in his hand and prayed it did its job. Closing his eyes, he held it out, tip pointing towards his chest, ready to end it all. His eyes flew open when Raven grabbed his hands.

  “Nice try.”

  “Let me go.” He yanked at his hands, trying to pry hers off his when he felt the jab in his arm. He looked to his left and saw the needle she jabbed into his arm. “What are you doing?”

  “Saving your life.”

  His head began to swim and he let his arms fall to his sides as he collapsed against the bed. “I don’t want to be saved.”

  She climbed in beside him and put her arm over his head and pulled him against her chest. “We don’t always get what we want.”

  Epilogue

  Here he was again, in the underground tunnels, back in the five by five foot room of dingy cement walls and stale smelling air. Chaos sat down on the cot which was anything but comfortable and cursed Trinity Ford. He was going to make her pay dearly for ruining his life, his plans. He only wished he’d had more time with her friend. Turning him against her would have been such sweet pleasure. But thanks to that bitch of a maid he’d been stuck with, his plans were foiled.

  Trinity was a dead woman the moment she stepped outside of her hiding area.

  He had no one now. The king was gone, Magnus was dead, and Daniel had been captured. He was sure his brother was doing his utmost to convince the young man to join his side. Daniel was young. He was sure the boy would turn, which hurt. He thought of Daniel as his son.

  Fritz had informed him that several of his men had deserted him, and that angered him a great deal. But he supposed it was too much to ask that they wait for him, and trust that he would do what was best for them. That was also Trinity’s fault. Because she was on the hunt for him, he had no choice but to stay in hiding. She knew he’d need his blood spilled in order to bring the sun back. But he was going to remedy that one problem very soon.

  When the door opened and Fritz entered, Chaos stood, and looked him square in the eyes. “Well? Can it be done?”

  Fritz nodded his bald head, his hands clasped in front of him. “It might take a day to get what we need, but it can be done.”<
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  “Perfect. How many do we have on our side?”

  “Fifty.”

  Chaos shook his head. Only fifty. At one time not so long ago he’d had hundreds. “And you’ve gathered them someplace safe?”

  “I have. They’re ready to take action just as soon as you give the command.”

  And he couldn’t wait. “You’ll inform me the instant they arrive?”

  “I will, sir.”

  “You are a treasure, Fritz.” He sat back down on the cot, and a sly smile lifted his lips. “Trinity won’t know what hit her.”

  Biography

  Raised on a rural farm in Saskatchewan, Shiela Stewart relied on her vivid imagination to fill her days. Never did she realize that her need to tell a story would someday lead to becoming a published romance author. In the fall of two thousand and six, Shiela published her very first book and hasn’t stopped since.

  When not writing, Shiela spends time with the love of her life, William and their three children. She has a strong affection for animals which is evident in the five cats, one dog, three turtles and ten fish she owns. Some of her passions aside from writing are drawing and painting and proudly displays her artwork in murals in her home.

  Her favorite time of day is sunset and loves to stargaze.

  Other Books by

  Shiela Stewart

  Discovery in Passion: Passion Series Book 1

  Escape in Passion: Passion Series Book 2

  Mercy in Passion: Passion Series Book 3

  Seducing the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 1

  Desiring the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 2

  Embracing the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 3

  Charming the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 4

  Tempting the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 5

  Penetrating the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 6

  Consuming the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 7

  Surviving the Darkness: Darkness Series Book 8