His sudden movement must have startled her, because a soft gasp split the air. Before he could apologize, her arousal hammered into his senses like Excalibur biting into cold stone. He stared at her, helpless desperation burning in his soul. She wanted him. She’d ordered him back, threatened him with violence, but her body sang a different song. He could taste it in the air, the musky flavor of her wolfish desire. He stared into her eyes, searching for the truth. Something flickered within the golden orbs as she stared back at him. She blinked.
“Please, Sorin. This is what I want.”
Cossette’s voice threaded the air around him, taunting him with another plea. He’d told her “no” so many times, but eventually she’d worn him down. He’d given in—given her what she wanted . . .
The past leapt at him like an alligator exploding from the muddy waters of a swamp, opening its jaws to reveal jagged teeth ready to tear the flesh from his body. He jerked away from it, almost choking on fear. He had to send her away. He had to sink back into the apathetic fog that had been his straightjacket for nearly a decade.
“We do not,” he gasped. “There will be no deal!” He waved a hand at her, desperately trying to get her out of harm’s way. The monster of his past stared at him with slitted reptilian eyes, waiting for an opportunity to wreak havoc on his present. “Leave my home and do not return.”
Despite his resolve, his voice came out hoarse. Fear of the past colored the desire burning inside him, but it was a close battle. He turned before his expression could betray his conflict. Looking at her made the desire to bed her all the worse. If he didn’t leave now, he may not have the strength to deny her a second time.
He had just taken a step toward the stairs when the sharp copper scent of blood jerked his head up. His lustful thoughts screeched to a halt and a new hunger roared to take its place. His eyes widened and coherent thought vanished as his mind sharpened to a fine hungry point. Something inside him opened its jaws, anticipating a hot meal pulsing with life.
Footsteps pounded the stone floor and he turned just in time to see Gia leap toward him. He stared at the smear of blood on her lips, shock holding him temporarily suspended. Her hand threaded through his hair and she rose up on tiptoe to cover his mouth with hers.
Her blood splashed on his tongue like hot wine, fragrant and rich. He rolled it around his mouth, relishing the flavor before swallowing. As it swirled through his body, every nerve sprang to life. Adrenaline spiraled upwards to meet the rush of blood and he trembled with the first life he’d tasted in seven years.
Bloodlust rose like a ravenous beast inside him. His body cried out in starvation, demanding that he satisfy its monstrous appetite. He didn’t just want to drink from her—he wanted to feel his fangs shredding her flesh, to bathe in her life force as it gushed from her body in thick waves.
He snaked his arms around her back and jerked her body against him. A small sound of surprise fell from her lips as the hard planes of his body collided with her soft curves. The vulnerable sound fed his frenzy and he bit her lip, desperate to increase the flow of blood. He was rewarded with another cry of surprise. Gia’s hands pressed against his chest, gently at first.
Determined not to give up his prize, he dug his fingers into her back, a not so subtle reminder of his strength. He could push his hands into her body and rip her in two like a ragdoll if he wanted.
The warning seemed to be enough and Gia stopped pushing against him. Her body relaxed and a wave of primal satisfaction washed over him. He was dominant. She would submit. He had the strange urge to throw back his head and howl his victory, but he couldn’t tear his mouth from the fountain of vitality coming from her ravaged lip. His flesh absorbed the life coming from her veins like a dry desert soaking in the rain. It ignited his blood, turning it to molten lava in his arteries. His manhood pulsed with its warmth and he inhaled sharply at the spike in desire.
The feel of his cock straining against his pants brought a flood of lust from his loins. It mixed with his hunger for blood, turning it into a heady cocktail that made his senses spin and his hands tighten. The two bestial hungers collided, fighting for control. Lost in the turmoil, he groaned into the kiss.
Gia splayed her fingers over his chest, dragging her nails over the soft material of his shirt. The gesture had the feel of arousal to it and he ate at her mouth with renewed fervor. Her lower body slid against his, creating a delicious friction. She was teasing him, alerting him to the other dark pleasure her body had to offer. He hissed as his cock twitched in the confines of his pants. This kiss was but a taste of the Heaven he knew was inside her—and he wanted it all. He released his grip on her back. Taken by the urge to possess her completely, he grabbed the waistband of her jeans, preparing to rip them open.
A sudden blow to his chest ripped him out of the erotic cloud forming around them. Too shocked to catch himself, he sprawled onto the floor. The hard wood bruised his arm as he caught himself and he winced at the jarring pain. The world spun as he struggled to think through the arousal that muddled his mind. He stared up at Gia.
Blood trickled in a thick line down her chin. Her golden eyes burned with defiance, her chin jutted out in an unspoken challenge. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart and her hands in fists at her sides. She looked like an ancient goddess of war, ready and willing to charge into battle.
Realization dawned on him, her earlier “submission” now clear for the ruse it had been. He had let himself grow too confident, the mighty vampire against the slight female werewolf come to beg for protection. She’d taken advantage of it, striking out just when he’d been so certain of his victory. Now her eyes flashed as she stared him down and he knew with a strange certainty that to leap for her again could cost him his afterlife.
He ran his tongue over his fangs, tasting the remnants of her blood.
Power.
He could taste it in her blood, feel the weight of it in his body. He remained still, watching her silently, determined not to rush into another mistake. The situation grew more puzzling with every moment. Why would a person with power such as this be coming to him to bargain for protection?
His eyes bored into hers and the scent of her arousal made a mind-numbing return, invading his senses and sweeping away all sense of logic. His fingers gripped the floor as he resisted the urge to fall on her like a wild dog, his rational train of thought completely derailed. It had been too long, he had forgotten how to control such . . . urges.
“Do we have a deal?”
Her voice came out breathy, but clear. The lingering tone of desire in her voice pulled at him, made his desperate to take her in his arms despite the risk. She wanted him, it was so obvious it pained him. And yet she fought him . . .
He regarded her for a few silent moments, the perplexity of the situation slowly bringing him back to his senses. This woman offered him what he’d denied himself for several long years. Dare he accept? Dare he step back into the world that had nearly killed him?
“Grigore,” he said finally.
“Master?”
He swallowed hard, his head still spinning. “Show Gia to a room. Make sure she is comfortable.” He nodded to her. “You have won your deal.”
He wanted to say more, but no words would come. Tearing his eyes away from her, he pushed himself off the floor and escaped up the stairs.
Gia gasped in relief as her beast turned its nose up at the retreating vampire. The feel of his strong hands grasping her arms faded as she watched him run away, fleeing from a fight that had barely begun. She snarled.
Only prey runs away.
The sharp crackling of need between her legs dulled to a slow ache. Bit by bit the sound of blood rushing through her veins faded from her ears until the roar of the ocean in her head grew calm and silent once again. As her body began the slow descent from the peak of arousal his brief display of dominance had created, she struggled to unclench her fists and ease her desperate grip on her libido.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Gritting her teeth against the lingering desire, Gia shoved her bitch back into the metaphysical cavern in her body. For the first time in over a decade, she had to visualize the cavern inside herself, had to picture a smooth stone cave with green ivy hanging over its walls. When she’d finally managed to push her wolf inside, she mentally sealed the cave and returned her attention to reality.
Her wolf had actually desired the vampire. A
vampire.
Bad enough she had to struggle against her body in full mating mode, now she’d discovered that the man she’d considered “safe” was just as much a possible target for her magically enhanced sex drive as any of her wolfen brethren would have been. And she’d offered him blood.
Curse you, Aphrodite.
She shook her head and closed her eyes. The spike of arousal she’d felt when that corpse hauled her against his body had been sharp enough that it should have drawn blood. Her legs had actually quivered, her heart beating so hard it nearly exploded from her chest. If not for her iron control she’d have spread her legs for him right there in the foyer, succumbing to the wild need pulsing inside her like some savage beast.
I am not an animal. I am in control.
As lupa of her pack, Gia had talked hundreds of wolves through controlling their change. Perhaps it was time to go back to the basics herself. She nodded. Yes, the basics. A little visualization could do wonders when one’s body tried to take over one’s mind.
Drawing in a deep breath, she pictured a field covered in snow. Moonlight glinted off its silvery surface, making the ground sparkle like a thick blanket of stars. She took another deep breath through her nose, holding it for a moment before letting it out her mouth. Cold beauty. Pale ice, glistening snow, and the sharp bite of frost.
The heat infusing her body ebbed. Her hormones still sang under her skin, but it was an improvement. She straightened her shoulders.
I am in control. I will get through this.
“If you will follow me, please, Gia, I will show you to your room.”
The brownie’s voice broke into her thoughts and a fresh wave of heat tried to upset her newfound calm. She didn’t even want to think about what Grigore thought about the little show he’d witnessed. What she must have looked like--
No
, she told herself firmly.
Don’t dwell on it. Get your shit together and move on.
She nodded at the brownie. “Lead the way, thank you.” Turning to pick up her suitcase, she was startled when the brownie picked it up first.
“I can carry that.”
“We brownies are stronger than we look,” Grigore responded dryly. “It is no hardship.” He turned to the stairs. “Follow me.”
Gia tried not to feel ridiculous as she followed the fey that was half her size up the stairs.
For Artemis’ sake, he’d probably fit inside the suitcase.
Grigore cleared his throat and she had the sudden irrational feeling he’d heard her thoughts.
Don’t be dense, brownies aren’t telepathic.
Just in case, she tore her mind away from the brownie and tried to think of something else.
Immediately her brain zipped back to the scene in the woods a few short hours ago. Pain and the sting of betrayal sizzled over her nerves and she shoved the emotions away.
Not now. I won’t think of that now.
Desperate for something else to occupy her thoughts, she tried to concentrate on her plan. The full moon would last for three nights. She just had to hide here holding onto her sanity for three nights and then she could go home and start fixing the shambles her traitorous now ex-mate and her ungrateful pack had made of her life.
The dam she’d built to hold back her emotions began to strain under the weight of the feelings roused by her thoughts. She gasped as she tripped over a thick red rug running down the center of the next hallway. Fury burned like hot lead in her veins as she hit the floor, hard,
and she had to fight not to release her claws and shred the offending carpet.
Artemis’ bow, Gia, get a grip.
She straightened her shoulders and glared at the floor.
“Are you all right, Gia?”
Grigore’s voice seemed far away. She dragged a deep breath into her lungs, holding it for a second before blowing it out. Slowly, she pushed herself up from the floor, mentally pulling herself together as she rose. By the time she stood straight again, she had a white knuckled grip on her emotions and was able to give Grigore what she hoped was a pleasantly blank face.