by Mel Teshco
A languid smile curled his lips, but he did as she asked. A thrill shot down her spine, seeping moisture between her thighs. She closed her eyes, feeling the moment, freeing her body’s inhibitions as she swayed to the silence.
She didn’t need music, she writhed to her own rhythm, her arms lifting, turning, floating while her hips swiveled. She slipped her hands behind her head and under her hair, pulling it forward, across her breast.
She opened her eyes. Ronan…Sean, sat forward, his eyes burning hot, his fangs sharp, pointed, and ready to strike.
“How badly do you want me?” she breathed out.
His stare narrowed, but she read his strengthening arousal. “More than you know.”
She smiled, slowly twisting, shimmying. “Take my dress off,” she instructed huskily.
He climbed to his feet, for the moment happy to obey. His hands brushed her skin, sending skitters of sensation through her body even before he’d taken the hem of her dress and tugged it up.
She lifted suddenly boneless arms, the air a cool breath on her bare skin as he flicked the dress over her head and tossed it aside.
His stare flamed into bloodlust as he took his fill of her, raking over her naked form. He murmured something, an old language, she surmised, then the tips of his fingers were grazing her bare skin, causing hot shivers to snake through her blood.
A moan slipped from her throat when his head dipped and he trailed kisses over her goose-bumped skin. Her entire body quaked with need, her mind disregarding everything but this moment.
He dropped into a crouch, and as his hands parted her thighs and exposed her pussy, her gaze slashed to meet his upturned stare. His lips quirked, then, with his eyes pinned to hers, he leaned forward and in one long, delicious stroke, licked her sensitive clit.
Oh, yes.
Desire twirled through her core and rippled out through every nerve ending in her body, making her weak. Her legs crumpled, but he held her upright with a hand, his vampire strength and immortal age so suddenly telling.
He licked her again, this time all the flesh along her slit. She inhaled sharply, and when he marked her tender flesh with a scrape of his fangs, she gasped excruciating pleasure, bloodlust hurtling through her veins.
She was hazily aware of his dark head zeroing in on her center once more. But only after he took her aching clit into his mouth and sucked with expert precision did she cry out, wave after wave of rapture crashing through her system before ever so slowly ebbing into heavy-limbed lethargy.
He pushed to his feet. Thumb and forefinger tilted up her chin. “Time for bed,” he rasped, every atom in his face conveying just how little sleep she’d get this night.
The realization made her woozy. Right now she may hate him with every fiber of her being, but this…this wasn’t mere lust, it was more than that. She didn’t need to be blood-bonded to know he affected her on some deep, profound level.
Pity he’d never find out. Yes, he could read minds at will. But she wasn’t without her own gifts. After querying many suspicious and oftentimes dangerous vampires about the Ancient One, she’d discovered a natural ability at shielding her thoughts from the nightwalkers.
That gift was a blessing. She doubted any full blood would know the meaning of warmth or affection. But she refused to play the victim. She’d accepted Ronan’s terms—and heaven help her—she’d make the most out of the deal.
His throat was tantalizingly close as he swung her up against his chest. She draped her arms around his shoulders and pressed against him kissing his warm flesh while tracing his carotid artery with her tongue.
She smiled at the sudden leap of his pulse, the quick and shallow rasps of his breath. It was a hollow and minor victory at best. Yes, he wanted her, but mind-reading ability or not, he’d have to know she wanted him every bit as much.
If she hoped to gain even a scrap of control from this vampire elder, she’d have to play his game. Have to ensure it was he who never forgot how much he wanted her…
Chapter Five
He climbed the steel lattice steps without effort and with a few strides carried her into a huge loft bedroom. Then he was pressing her down onto a bed, the cover fleecy soft and warm on her back.
She closed her eyes, indulging her vampire senses. His scent surrounded her, pure man essence of musk and cinnamon, a faint hint of champagne and whiskey on his breath. His heart thudded, and her mouth went dry at the blood pounding through his veins.
Her lids sprung open as she felt his thighs against hers. Hands either side of her head, his biceps bulging, he straddled her, and she couldn’t withhold a moan as his pelvis pressed against her mound.
“You like?” he asked, and then ground his hardness against her again before she could hash out a reply.
Reawakened lust poured through her veins, her blood running hot. She swallowed. “Get out of your clothes. Now.”
He threw his head back and laughed sweet triumph, his fangs long and razor sharp. He looked back down. “Baby, I’m all yours.” Then he bent low, pressing another kiss to her mouth before saying thickly, “Undress me.”
She was back in charge. Elation had her passion soaring to an even higher and more urgent plane. Her gums tingled and itched, her fangs bursting through with a savage pop, her pulse leaping frantically.
Placing outspread hands on his chest, she shoved him back onto his haunches. His shirt gaped, and she slipped her fingers inside, his heart pounding beneath her touch.
She gripped the lapel of his shirt, thrusting it over his shoulders and down his arms. Vampires weren’t milk white and pale from lack of sun, they glowed with eternal good health and vitality. The Vampire Lord was no exception. His bare chest gleamed like warm honey in the darkness, inviting her touch.
They stared for a long moment, each reading the other. The temperature soared, awareness pressing their senses while silence drummed around them, the air thickening with their need.
Kia exhaled sharply. Bending close, she released the catch on his pants and lowered the zipper before tugging them down the sleek length of his thighs to his knees. His briefs followed, and she said, “No, don’t move,” as he shifted to take them off completely.
He stilled on his haunches, his erection standing to attention, silky, long and delicious. And she experienced an ache deep in her womb to master him, and have him beg her for release.
She stuck the tip of her finger into her mouth. When she trailed the moist pad across the head of his erection, he emitted a strangled groan, and sucked in a breath as she clasped his engorged length and massaged up and down.
He grabbed her hand mid-stroke. “Stop. Even I have limitations.”
For him to acknowledge such was a potent aphrodisiac. She’d brought him to his knees, literally. And she wasn’t about to give up such a heady rush any time soon.
She plucked his fingers from her hold and said, “Good to know.” Then she was climbing onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his hips until she straddled him and he was perfectly positioned at her entrance.
“Witch,” he breathed out.
“Scared I’ve hexed you?” she asked, and before he had a chance to reply, she dropped fully onto his shaft, taking him all the way in, her muscles stretching and shifting and hugging him tight.
Oh, mercy.
He closed his eyes and hissed exultation. “Christ,” he uttered. His head fell back, and he braced his weight on his hands as he bowed into an arch.
Her eyes burned and glazed over so that his form took on a brighter tinge of red, bloodlust now spiraling out of control. She smiled a wicked smile as he jammed his hips forward, causing her breasts to graze his chest, her hair to feather along his shoulders.
With him buried deep, she tried hard not to think, not to feel as her every cell pulsed with delight, threatening pre-orgasmic bliss. She didn’t want that yet.
She wanted to ride him long and ride him hard, test not just his self-control, but her own, too. But she wouldn’t be mastered or
manipulated. Her capitulation would be her own.
She moved ever so slowly up, his cock a delicious friction against her inner walls. His chest drummed under her outspread hands and her heart raced in unity with his as she sank back down. His breath whooshed out and her fangs caught her bottom lip as she set into motion the old-as-time rhythm. She watched him watch her, and it turned her on almost as much as the act itself.
That he chose not to use his considerable power to influence her mind while she was so open, or even to touch her with his incredible hands in this position, was a stimulus she could no longer ignore.
She increased speed, riding him faster, harder, feeling the intensity almost overwhelm them both.
He groaned, the veins on his neck standing out like an invitation. Oh, dear God. Hunger was an inferno combusting within, taking away all willpower. She leaned forward and bit deep into his throat, his lifeblood spurting into her mouth, feeding her inner fire.
Power filled her, rushed at her senses, swept her away in a current of euphoria that had her back arch involuntarily, her spine pop, her muscles locking tight.
He roared something unintelligible as he climaxed, and she shattered an instant later, whimpering as she convulsed around him again and again.
Fangs disengaging from his throat, she sagged against his chest with a strangled gasp. She couldn’t fight the charge of his lifeblood. It zapped through her, pure and unadulterated, quickly gaining power and momentum until she trembled under the onslaught, their link an overwhelming rush of the senses.
With a despairing sob, she surrendered wholly to him. And helpless to resist, when black oblivion hurtled toward her, she welcomed it with open arms.
* * * *
Kia woke to darkness and the silky caress of Ronan’s hand along her upper thigh.
She sucked in a breath, fighting instant, raging need while the knowledge of what she had done went on a rampage through her mind. Oblivion may well have taken away her awareness some minutes—hours?—before, but no such luck now. Clarity hit her senses like wild aftershocks.
“How are you feeling?” Ronan asked, pressing a warm kiss to her throat just beneath her ear.
“Like hell.” She jerked away, flooded with need even while sickened by what had transpired. She was blood-bound to this vampire for eternity! She swallowed back self-loathing. Truth be told, she’d do it all over again if she had to. She’d risk everything to help her mother.
“Hell, hmm?” He rolled toward her so that his torso fit snug against her back and her bare ass, the satiny head of his thickening cock kissing her spine as he swung a leg over her thigh. “I doubt you really mean that.”
Her womb clenched in response. “And how would you know?” she asked hoarsely.
“Because I’ve lived it,” he murmured. He released a ragged breath before he explained, “Hell is surviving war while your comrades don’t. Hell is losing every mortal you’ve ever befriended to illness or old age.”
She felt the tension in his muscles, as though the memories had caught him up and thrown him back into the past.
“But mostly,” he said harshly, “hell is seeing your best friend succumb to his dark side. Hell is having no choice but to impale him through the heart, watching as his life ebbs away.”
Kia turned in his embrace, her mortal heart aching for him even as a sense of apprehension shot down her spine. “You killed your best friend?”
“Yes.”
She had a sudden urge to help him forget the past, to kiss his rigid mouth into pliable softness, knead the tension from his shoulders and smooth the lines from his brow. She tamped down the compulsion and uttered, “Why?”
He brushed his thumb back and forth across her tilted chin. “I was left with no option after he attacked your mother.”
Her pulse jerked fitfully and she pulled back a little. “You killed my sire?” she whispered. “He’s dead?”
“Yes.”
Bittersweet emotion twisted her heartstrings and plucked them bare, leaving her empty, bewildered. “I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t have to say anything.” He kissed her forehead, his lips cool on her heated skin. “I know you hated him and wanted your own revenge. But he wasn’t always evil.”
With an effort that was almost painful, she pushed her mental shields back into place. She’d been open to him, confused and disorientated as she’d been when she woke.
She should have known better. She’d discovered something close to awe from other nightwalkers with the Ancient One’s mind-reading ability, an ability matched only by his legendary blood-healing properties.
A fury that seemed always at hand around him had her clamber to her feet. “You know nothing!” she said hoarsely. And not for the first time she wished she was a normal human, with normal problems. “He attacked my mother and changed my life. If I could have killed him myself, I would have. Gladly.”
Silence thickened the air before Ronan murmured, “Shad was once a great friend, a great vampire. But bloodlust was his drug, his weakness, one he couldn’t control in the end. I’m only sorry he got to your mother before I made the decision to destroy him.”
Sick and miserable inside, she refocused her vampire senses to see him in the darkness. “So am I.”
In a millisecond, he was on his feet, cupping her face with his big hands. “Kia, don’t misjudge me. I’m not sorry that his mistake created you, I’m glad. With every wrong there is a right. And you’re it.”
Her treacherous heart swelled, bringing stupid human tears to her eyes.
His stare glittered, and unbelievably, Kia’s body thrummed with anticipation. She slammed on mental brakes. She might be a dhampir, but it didn’t mean she had to be just like her sire and let her appetites rule.
He stepped away, a frown flickering over his handsome face. “I took the liberty of ordering you some clothes”—his lips twitched—“some underwear, while you slept.”
She felt her brow furrow and her heart quicken. “You did?” Then at his nod, “How long was I asleep?”
“Twenty hours and a few minutes.”
She gasped, horrified. “You should have woken me. My mother—”
“Would understand you were in no state to travel.” He studied her. “As it is, you’re doing remarkably well for one so recently bonded.”
She barely took in his words, her gaze darting around the room in search of the clothes he’d bought. Her throat dried as her senses clambered with anxiety. An anxiety that eased the mildest bit as Ronan gestured to an inbuilt closet.
“You’ll find a choice of clothes in there.”
Chapter Six
Moonlight drenched the endless rows of the vineyard in palest yellow, but Kia didn’t notice its beauty as she stared out of the limousine’s heavily tinted side window.
Nearly there.
Her stomach lurched. It had taken almost three hours to reach her mother’s modest property set amid the Hunter Valley wine country. A trip made in silence.
Neither pretended idle chitchat would erase the awareness that radiated between them after last night’s profound joining and its ensuing spiritual bonding.
In truth, even before she’d drunk his lifeblood she’d been drawn to him. Now that bond was even more intense, a heightened perception to his mood, to the point where she could almost—but not quite—read the vibration of his thoughts.
“One day you will.”
She swiveled toward him, her eyes narrowing as she frowned. “What—what did you say?”
His sexy lips tilted at the corners. “I said, one day you will—read my thoughts. But not right now. To do so would be foolish. Dangerous.”
Oh. My. God. “You’ve been shielding from me?”
“Of course.” His face turned thoughtful. “I cannot give you a total mind link. To do so would overcome even a vampire elder, send them mad.” He moved forward, thumb and forefinger stroking the side of her face. “I’ll ensure you have access a little at a time, until
you’re fully acclimatized.”
She gathered her scattered wits. “So the entire time we’ve been together you’ve heard my thoughts?”
“Occasionally.” He frowned a little at her sharp inhalation. “Even with your upbringing—and your ability to shield—you must surely have heard how easily I can do this?”
There’d been whispers aplenty about the Ancient One, even before she’d sought him out. But his mind-reading skills were only the proverbial frosting on the cake. The rumors didn’t do him justice. There was so much more to this dark lord than what she’d heard.
He grinned.
“You just read my mind, didn’t you!” She glared. “I thought—”
“You could shut me out?” he interjected, looking so arrogant and amused she had a sudden urge to wipe the smugness from his face. He raised a brow, and she realized he knew her thoughts. Again.
“I’ve yet to meet a vampire who could do so,” he said, expression matter-of-fact. “And now that we’re bonded, you could be a thousand miles away and there’d be nothing you could hide from me.”
She felt about as powerless as a newborn. But then anger rebounded with a vengeance as she hissed, “So you’ve been able to read my thoughts, known from day one my mission to cure my mother?”
“I probed a little.”
Damn him. When had he done this? In bed, at the height of passion while she was distracted by other things?—or earlier, when he’d introduced himself at the party?
“I take the liberty of familiarizing myself with anyone I want to know,” he drawled softly. “And your mission intrigued me, your passion and your wish to help your kin—it was refreshing.”
The car slowed and pulled in to a driveway hardly noticeable from the road. “We’re here.” She breathed out. And in that moment she was indifferent to his ability to read her mind, indifferent even to his shrewd stare.
Right now, there were far more important things to worry about.
The headlights picked out the small cottage ahead with its twin pots of herbs on either side of the front door. A huge gum tree overhung half the roof on the left, and weeds and grass choked a fenced-in vegetable garden on the right.
