"Drink!" his vampyre commanded in a throaty growl.
Her eyes were still tightly closed as she drank deep.
Then those eyes flew open and Daniel's own heart thundered as he saw the transformation from human to vampyre begin. Fast.
Maybe too fast?
Her skin went too pale, almost pearlescent.
Those fabulous eyes went the color of the darkest claret as they gleamed into his with a flash of something that looked like pure unadulterated glee.
Now his own heart beat too fast with alarm because he wasn't sure that how she looked, how she was behaving was... normal, for a newborn vampyre.
Her tiny fangs were so white they made him blink.
With care she released his wrist and her tongue swept over his wound sealing it carefully, like a pro, as if she'd been doing this all her life.
Then her tongue licked all around her lips to taste every single drop of him.
Those claret eyes went wild and wicked and wanton.
She took a deep inhale and exhale all the while those fabulous newborn eyes never left his.
The smile she gave him was naughty and shockingly sinful.
And she did something that reminded him he was still deep inside her.
Her core muscles gripped him so tight he winced and gasped as she repeated the process.
All the while those strange eyes pinned his.
He cried out.
Christ, she had him by the dick and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
The first true inkling that all was not well tickled his instincts.
Instincts that had served him well for over two hundred years.
"What have you done to me?" Her voice was smoky and filled with pure sex, so unlike her own, and a feeling of dismay flared in his gut.
Actually, that was a very good question.
What the hell had he done to her?
From what he'd heard from his brothers, any minute now he could expect her to start vomiting clots of blood. She should start convulsing as her body heated, burning the sweat of her humanity from her pores.
But Daniel was finding it too hard to think logically as she continued to squeeze and release his aching shaft until the orgasm stinging the base of his spine shot into his balls making them too tight too fast.
His animalistic howl of release could have cracked glass.
The way her body sucked the seed from his was so amazing it fucking terrified him.
He’d heard of women leading a man by the balls, but never expected to have it happen to him.
Alarm now morphed into something like terror.
A terror that deeply offended his beast.
"Release me," his vampyre hissed in warning.
Those claret colored eyes glittered playfully into his as the muscles of her core set him free.
He slid out of her and the way his heart heaved a big sigh of relief shamed him, man and beast.
While he caught his breath there was nothing but silence in the room.
"What are you?" The way her voice went all husky and smoky made Daniel’s throat go bone dry.
Dear God, she sounded nothing like the Gia he knew.
The Gia he loved.
"Vampyre," his vampyre snarled before he could speak.
Cue a very stunned silence.
Her claret eyes went wide.
What happened next, Daniel knew he'd never, ever, forget for as long as he lived.
She threw her head back and roared with a laughter that sounded joyful.
His vampyre couldn't help but grin at the woman - no she wasn't a woman, she wasn't human - lying on her back in his bed laughing her head off.
While Daniel himself simply could not believe his eyes.
What the hell was the matter with him?
What the hell was the matter with her?
Why wasn’t she screaming in terror?
Why wasn't she writhing in agony?
He rolled away from her, off the bed, and hauled on his jeans, protecting his still, unbelievably, hard flesh as he jerked up the zip.
Christ, his legs were like fucking jelly.
Why was his heart pounding?
Why were his palms sweaty?
He turned to her.
She lay back on his bed like a satisfied kitten that had lapped the whole bowl of cream as she stretched luxuriously enjoying her nakedness, arching her back.
Her tight little breasts jiggled and unbelievably his groin fired again.
Those strange eyes, newborn vampyre eyes, held his and she looked happy, relaxed.
Too happy?
Too relaxed?
Daniel's brow creased.
On the one hand, he was incredibly relieved that she wasn't hurting, of course he was.
But on the other hand, there was something very, very wrong with the picture she presented.
According to his brothers, when their wives’ vampyre emerged they'd became so violently ill with raging fevers, with stomach cramps and vomiting blood that they'd almost died.
He moved closer to the bed, fists on his hips as he studied her flushed and delighted face.
"Are you feeling well? No cramps? No nausea?"
Without bothering to hide her nakedness, she sat up and pushed back the thick mane of glossy dark hair.
Her amazing eyes held his.
"Nope. I feel fantastic," she said in a voice that was so unlike her own it had another wave of alarm wash over him.
He scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbed his neck.
She did?
Again he studied her, searching for a hint of discomfort and could find none.
She certainly looked amazing.
Not quite herself, still gorgeous, still sexy, but more somehow.
They say confession is good for the soul.
Daniel took a breath, kept his eyes on hers and confessed.
"I am vampyre. And since I took your vein and you drank from me, so are you."
Her eyes went huge.
Blink. Blink.
Silence.
Chapter Ten
No shit?
Staring right into his vivid blue eyes, Gia realized that Daniel was absolutely serious and totally sincere. She heard it in his voice and read it in his eyes.
Vampyre?
Nothing that happened to her shocked Gia these days. Nothing. Not after everything she’d been through over the last two years. She'd been beaten and worse by her husband. She'd seen him murdered. And had the mob and a mafia don after her.
The idea of being a vampyre weirdly didn’t scare her, even more weirdly it didn’t surprise her and neither did she doubt Daniel's word for a single second.
She felt... complete.
She felt... whole for the first time in her life as if something within her DNA had been switched on.
The silky voice of the entity in her head whispered, ‘Welcome to a new life, little sister.’
Daniel was looking at her as if she was about to have a nervous breakdown.
But Gia was feeling incredibly powerful, self-aware.
And strong.
Wow.
And she knew for an absolute certainty that she’d never ever suffer from stage fright ever again.
Woo hoo.
The very idea of feeling insecure, of being afraid, of being a victim, of being brought down by a mere man was so ridiculous to her now it was laughable.
Memories flashing like a movie going too fast entered her mind, flickering scenes as she found herself remembering how Daniel had made love to her and the way he’d bitten her neck and how she'd swallowed his bodily fluid.
"Did you drug me?" she asked.
Watchful blue eyes narrowed on hers and a brand new sense of awareness of him, of his thoughts, of his feelings, told her he was wondering just how much of the truth to tell her.
"Tell me everything," she whispered. And watched his eyes go wide as he realized she could catch snatches of his thoughts. She wanted to know every sing
le thing about what, how and why this had happened to her.
He nodded.
"Not quite. When I make love with you, when I take your vein, I’m able to keep you calm and centred."
"Wow."
Gia lay back against the river of pillows and took stock of her situation.
Her eyesight seemed sharper.
She cocked her head and was almost certain she could hear Daniel’s strong heart beating in his chest. And in spite of his big and bad act she was receiving an unmistakable message that he was worried. Very worried and concerned, for her.
"You seem to be taking this well. Too well," he observed now in a silky voice.
She grinned feeling high on a euphoria that held her tight in its grip.
"You have no idea how freaking amazing this is."
His blue eyes narrowed into hers as his smooth brow creased.
"Why don’t you tell me why that is," he said. And the way his voice went soft, the way he was watching her like a hawk made her smile.
She had nothing to hide so she told him the honest truth.
"For two years I was dragged around by the hair, punched, kicked and raped whenever Liam felt like it."
The way his vampyre growled as he emerged made her eyes go big.
It was as if Daniel had been given an extra large shot of pure testosterone.
Whoa.
His torso swelled along with his thighs and another part of his anatomy that made her breath catch in her throat. But she couldn’t take her eyes off of his fangs.
They were so white they could have starred in their own toothpaste ad.
"He raped you?" Daniel roared at the top of his voice.
She shrugged.
Sure, the act had traumatised her at the time. Of course it had. But somehow it didn’t seem to matter so much now.
The man was dead, which was a pity because if she’d turned vampyre before he’d died she’d have happily killed him with her bare hands.
She stared at those hands now as her nails slid out of her fingertips to curve into lethal claws. The way her gums expanded as her fangs descended had her run her tongue over her too sharp teeth with care.
Wow.
How freaking fangtastic was this?
Gia couldn’t help it.
She started to laugh.
And once she started, she couldn’t stop, more than aware the laughter was tinged with more than a little hysteria.
Freedom.
She was free.
Then she remembered a certain Enricho Donatti.
She stopped laughing and her eyes narrowed into slits.
The lust for vengeance, an-eye-for-an-eye, a-tooth-for-a-tooth, rose in her heart and expanded her lungs.
She was going to tear the bastard apart limb from limb.
Bring it on!
"Gia, control your vampyre," Daniel’s voice rose in a way that made her blink.
She took a deep calming breath and her claws made a shtick sound as her fingernails returned to normal and her incisors retracted.
"Something's gone wrong. This cannot be right," Daniel muttered as if talking to himself. Blue eyes bored into hers. "I’ve changed you forever, without your permission. Aren’t you at least a little bit angry with me? Anxious? What's been done to you cannot be undone."
Now she scooted to the edge of the bed and stood.
The room didn't spin.
She was stark naked, baby, and loving it.
Again the feeling of euphoria, of elation, threatened to overwhelm her.
She was a vampyre.
Hot damn ditty.
With a cocky swing of her hips, she sauntered over to him, got into his face.
"Angry? I’m not angry," she purred, dragging her nails down the taut six pack of his belly, making the muscles beneath her fingers tremble. "Wanna see me angry?"
He captured her wrist.
"Watch the smart mouth," Daniel warned.
His tone wasn’t good-natured now, but sharp as a blade.
And that tone had her vampyre sit up and eye him very carefully.
She heard her pulse thunder in her head, hurtling in time to the sudden sprinting beat of her heart.
Perhaps now was not the time to toy with him?
As if he could read her mind, he smiled.
And she decided it was downright nasty.
"You do not want to mess with me, Gia. Trust me."
The Scottish burr in his voice did something crazy to her hormones.
She gave him big eyes and decided the time had come to draw a line in the sand, as it were.
"I’m not messing with you, Mr. Dracula. I’m telling you to back the hell off. You don’t own me. You don’t control me. I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone."
She strolled around the room comfortable in her nakedness.
Her eyes flicked to his as she ran her fingertips insolently over the luxurious velvet of the couch, over the soft silk of the many cushions.
Then she turned to him, met his eyes dead on.
"Except for a little dental work and a thing for liquid protein, I’m still my own person."
Now he moved into her, into her personal space.
"I’m going to take a leap in the dark here and say you’re scared and that this is all a big act."
Her snort of utter derision made his eyes go slitty.
"Are you for real? I love being vampyra. I can kick-ass, including yours."
He ran his tongue over his bottom lip in a way that made her itch to lick him, all over.
The way he looked all sexily perplexed was doing wonderful things to certain parts of her anatomy that seemed to be incredibly sensitive to his many moods.
"You have a lot to learn, fledgling. Be very careful of your vampyre when you are angry."
His tone was so reasonable it made her want to bite him.
Her fangs dropped from her gums and he growled a warning rumble deep in his throat before continuing, "Our continued existence is conditional on the fact that humans remain unaware of us. I sympathise with your need for revenge on Donatti. But you cannot exact that revenge as a vampyre."
Seriously?
She tossed back her luxurious mane of hair as her eyes flung him a challenge.
"I can’t believe it. A tolerant vampyre?"
"I am personally accountable for your continual development and wellbeing. You are my responsibility."
She looked at him and her amazing eyes the color of claret went as hard as stone.
And Daniel’s belly did a little jump, not from lust, but from the transformation in her eyes.
Power.
He’d seen great power many times before and Daniel knew he was staring at it now.
For the first time he wondered if he’d unleashed something he might not be able to control.
Again she ran her fingernails down his torso, past his belly button.
He grabbed her wrist.
And she sent him a wicked, wicked little smile.
"Nope, fangface. I’m responsible for me."
He blinked.
Fangface?
As a vampyre prince, and as was his due, Daniel was used to receiving a certain amount of deferential respect. Yep, he’d definitely opened up a Pandora's box of something.
Her physical changes now were an abrupt dilation of her pupils as blood raced to the whites of her eyes and her skin went too pale, too fast.
She can’t control it, was his first thought.
Then he wondered what it was.
He had no doubt at all she was vampyre.
But Gia, it appeared, was no ordinary vampyre.
He sensed and observed a complete confidence, and a highly developed sense of right and wrong within her. But this new Gia also appeared happy to be disrespectful and bitchy. And what the hell was wrong with him that he found her behaviour terribly arousing?
His little mouse of a PA was actually a clever, talented, and complex woman.
Daniel wondered what
it was going to be like to carefully peel away each layer to understand who and what she was.
She was stubborn and independent.
He could still taste her mouth on his and the way she’d purred deep in her throat made his shaft ache at the thought of making love to her again. But it was time his little newborn was taught a sharp lesson in respect for her elders. And especially to respect him.
Now he offered her his most innocent smile.
His hand rose and he gripped her chin, tipped her face up to his.
"Fangface?" he asked in a silky voice that held a warning.
The look in her eyes told him she saw right through him and wasn't in the least bit alarmed.
"I’m having fun being a vampyre. Who’d have thought it?"
"Who indeed? No nausea, gut pain, aches?"
Now those amazing eyes blinked into his.
"Nope." She kept her eyes on his. "Is that what happened to the others?"
He managed to hide his surprise, at least he thought he did. "Others?"
She smirked, there was no other word for the expression on her beautiful face.
"Do I look stupid to you?"
Far from it, but he had no intention of telling her what had happened to Anais and Charlotte either. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her for no good reason.
Gia had enough to worry about.
"No. But power is a precarious thing. It might, and can, go to a person’s head."
She jerked her chin out of his hand but didn’t move back.
"The trouble with you is that you think you’re so clever. Keep all that lawyer focus for your clients."
She sank onto the couch with the grace of a sleek cat, tucked up those long legs under her bottom.
Her eyes held his. "I feel complete, centred and formidable. You have given me a gift, Daniel. I won't forget it."
"Good to hear. What if I told you that you are my mate? That we are now paired for as long as we both shall live?"
Now she shrugged but those lazy eyes went sharp as any trace of humanity simply leaked away.
And his heart fell at the transformation from wicked amusement to a cold killer.
"I didn’t ask for this to happen to me. As far as I’m concerned I might be grateful but I owe you nothing. I am my own person. Vampyre, human, I don’t care. But I’ll tell you something for nothing, I will never ever permit a man, or a vampyre, to force me to do something I don't want to do again. And if you try to force me I will destroy you."
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