her sweet, warm blood. With his heart hammering, his canines extended. For too long he hadn’t fed, and her blood imprinted on his tastebuds, urging him to take more.
Worse, she quieted under his touch, which served to further his craving.
He pul ed the col ar of her turtleneck down, ran his tongue over her neck, sensing the delicate pulsing of her blood beneath the skin, and grazed his teeth over her sensitive flesh without nicking her.
Already he was way too aroused, both sexual y and bloodlust-wise. Atreides was right. Daemon hadn’t been with a woman recently enough to quench his thirst for someone as enticing as the woman lying beside him.
He moved away from her, but her heart sped up, and she seemed caught in the nightmare again.
“Tezra, everything’s al right now,” he said in a soothing voice. He shouldn’t get any deeper with her than he already was, but he wanted to discover what disturbed her. Taking her hand, he held it firmly and concentrated on her thoughts. The wal normal y surrounding them had disintegrated in her sleep-fil ed state.
He reached out to see her nightmare, to discover whether it was a vivid, mixed-up dream, or a true memory from her past.
A voice reached out to him, an ancient vampiric voice Daemon thought he’d heard before but couldn’t recol ect. It had to be someone he’d known in the distant past, but he couldn’t make any connection, only a vague familiarity.
“I punish you, the child, for complicating my work. Now you see that I am more powerful than you will ever be. Both you and your sister, Katie, will live a hell for the rest of your mortal days. See what your meddling in my affairs has brought you?” a male voice said to her, the words only a distant memory in Tezra’s thoughts.
Her reply showed the same vehemence and determination. “To the end of my days, I’ll hunt you down. I vow this on the blood of my parents. With my huntress’s blade I will carve out your heart and end your semi-immortal life. I swear it, you bastard!”
“Who is he?” Daemon asked, forgetting for the moment he was not her leader, that she didn’t have to tel him a thing, and if she were conscious, probably wouldn’t.
She tugged at his hand to pul him closer. “Katie, we’ll get through this. I promise.”
Hel , he had to find out where her sister was staying or she’d be in just as much danger, he was certain. Unless…unless she was already dead.
Taking a deep breath, Daemon pul ed Tezra into his arms to stop her heart from racing, her body from trembling on the frosty autumn night. But he knew he shouldn’t tempt his soul with her soft body resting against his hard chest, that he shouldn’t al ow her leg to press against his arousal, already agonizing for release.
Thrusting those thoughts aside, he held her tight.
She stirred and nestled her head against his chest, her silken hair tickling his skin. Inhaling deeply, he fil ed himself with the pure fragrance of her, the springtime freshness and floral scent that was al Tezra.
He tried to clear his mind of how dangerously enticing she was. Yet it didn’t work, not with her warm breath stirring the light hair on his chest, or the way her leg hooked over his excruciating arousal. Not the way her heart pounded, the blood whooshing through her veins in a steady rush, cajoling him to feed.
No doubt she would think him the devil when she woke, only he felt she was the one with the black magic spel s, corrupting him, and not the other way around.
Holding her close, he final y managed to sleep for several hours. Until Tezra’s shril cry jarred him from his peaceful slumber.
Chapter Four
Awareness reaching her groggy mind, Tezra realized she rested in the arms of a naked, very aroused, warm-bodied vampire, while the sunlight filtered around the edges of black velvet curtains. She jerked free and fel off the mattress, landing on her butt next to Daemon’s high four-poster bed.
Unable to slow her rapid heartbeat, she
Worse, she quieted under his touch, which served to further his craving.
He pul ed the col ar of her turtleneck down, ran his tongue over her neck, sensing the delicate pulsing of her blood beneath the skin, and grazed his teeth over her sensitive flesh without nicking her.
Already he was way too aroused, both sexual y and bloodlust-wise. Atreides was right. Daemon hadn’t been with a woman recently enough to quench his thirst for someone as enticing as the woman lying beside him.
He moved away from her, but her heart sped up, and she seemed caught in the nightmare again.
“Tezra, everything’s al right now,” he said in a soothing voice. He shouldn’t get any deeper with her than he already was, but he wanted to discover what disturbed her. Taking her hand, he held it firmly and concentrated on her thoughts. The wal normal y surrounding them had disintegrated in her sleep-fil ed state.
He reached out to see her nightmare, to discover whether it was a vivid, mixed-up dream, or a true memory from her past.
A voice reached out to him, an ancient vampiric voice Daemon thought he’d heard before but couldn’t recol ect. It had to be someone he’d known in the distant past, but he couldn’t make any connection, only a vague familiarity.
“I punish you, the child, for complicating my work. Now you see that I am more powerful than you will ever be. Both you and your sister, Katie, will live a hell for the rest of your mortal days. See what your meddling in my affairs has brought you?” a male voice said to her, the words only a distant memory in Tezra’s thoughts.
Her reply showed the same vehemence and determination. “To the end of my days, I’ll hunt you down. I vow this on the blood of my parents. With my huntress’s blade I will carve out your heart and end your semi-immortal life. I swear it, you bastard!”
“Who is he?” Daemon asked, forgetting for the moment he was not her leader, that she didn’t have to tel him a thing, and if she were conscious, probably wouldn’t.
She tugged at his hand to pul him closer. “Katie, we’ll get through this. I promise.”
Hel , he had to find out where her sister was staying or she’d be in just as much danger, he was certain. Unless…unless she was already dead.
Taking a deep breath, Daemon pul ed Tezra into his arms to stop her heart from racing, her body from trembling on the frosty autumn night. But he knew he shouldn’t tempt his soul with her soft body resting against his hard chest, that he shouldn’t al ow her leg to press against his arousal, already agonizing for release.
Thrusting those thoughts aside, he held her tight.
She stirred and nestled her head against his chest, her silken hair tickling his skin. Inhaling deeply, he fil ed himself with the pure fragrance of her, the springtime freshness and floral scent that was al Tezra.
He tried to clear his mind of how dangerously enticing she was. Yet it didn’t work, not with her warm breath stirring the light hair on his chest, or the way her leg hooked over his excruciating arousal. Not the way her heart pounded, the blood whooshing through her veins in a steady rush, cajoling him to feed.
No doubt she would think him the devil when she woke, only he felt she was the one with the black magic spel s, corrupting him, and not the other way around.
Holding her close, he final y managed to sleep for several hours. Until Tezra’s shril cry jarred him from his peaceful slumber.
Chapter Four
Awareness reaching her groggy mind, Tezra realized she rested in the arms of a naked, very aroused, warm-bodied vampire, while the sunlight filtered around the edges of black velvet curtains. She jerked free and fel off the mattress, landing on her butt next to Daemon’s high four-poster bed.
Unable to slow her rapid heartbeat, she
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