I needed the strength. I couldn’t guarantee anyone else would rescue me from this. For years, Harry and Pierre had been the silent threat at my back, their mere presence intimidating anyone who got out of hand in my bar.
But maybe vampire politics were different, because Nicolas lurking in my metaphorical shadows hadn’t prevented Francois from bringing me here. It hadn’t scared him.
And what if Nicolas wouldn’t come for me?
My throat dried.
I couldn’t even really say why I wanted my savior to be Nicolas Dupont. My thoughts should have been of the police. Of the law.
But no. I yearned to see the man whose liquid diet came in baggies organized by alphabetical type rather than vintage. I wanted to see that same look of conquest on his face that he’d had when he took me from Sebastian.
I wanted to be his.
I wanted to feel his touch on me again.
And I wanted to call him Nic.
A tear slipped from the corner of my eye and slid toward my ear as I turned my attention to the ridiculous ceiling light that cast almost no glow inside the room at all.
And I was so fucking hot in this fucking bride of Dracula dress. I reached around me then stumbled to stand as I wrestled with ties that didn’t want to undo.
I needed air. I needed A/C. I’d settle for a fucking ceiling fan.
Wait.
I glanced up. Did I have one of those shrouded in all the gloom of the ceiling?
I squinted as I looked closer then stood on the bed, the mattress dipping precariously as I moved. Yes, there were wooden blades up there, and one was already missing. Could I grab another one? Did stakes actually work against vampires, or was that just more myth?
Snapping the blade off seemed the most difficult part, but I hurried to the large dresser and dragged a drawer out before emptying the contents and balancing it upside down on the bed to create a platform.
I hung off one of the blades, banking on the fact people don’t generally look up so no one would notice the damage, then landed on my back, cradling the length of broken wood to my chest.
With a glance at the door, I slipped the blade under the comforter then put the clothes and drawer away.
Really hot now, I lay on the bed and waited for my breathing to slow and my heart to stop thundering. I had a plan, though. I could maybe work on sharpening the blade, but if I didn’t have the time to do that, I’d just take my chances with it as it was.
I was fast reaching the point of nothing to lose.
No one even knew I was here, and I was kidding myself if I thought they did. I drifted to sleep with thoughts of Nicolas playing through my mind and my hand over the top of the broken fan blade.
I jerked awake at the bang of the door against the wall, the gasp leaving my lips the first sound I truly heard. My heart sped and Francois loomed over me in the constant half-light of the bedroom.
I started to scramble away but his hand over my thigh stopped me. “What time is it?” My eyelids were heavy. It didn’t feel like morning, but I’d lost track.
“Réveille-toi, ma petite,” he said. “Wake up, my little love.”
His voice was gentle but urgent, his eyes were wild, and he was rumpled. His hair stuck out in all directions, and his shirt was unbuttoned, revealing flashes of skin every time he moved.
“What time is it?” I repeated.
Sweet Jesus, Francois looked like he’d started partying the moment we finished our meal and not finished until he entered my room just now. He lurched to the left a little before regaining his balance, but did vampires even get drunk?
“Not yet light,” he ground out.
“Is everything okay?” I pushed myself to sitting. Clearly, everything was not okay. “Are we going for more tests?”
I needed to bring us back to normal, quickly. Francois was unpredictable at the best of times, but this was whole other level.
“Are you all right, Francois?” My damn voice shook. I forced myself to meet his eyes but my fear must have revealed itself anyway.
Francois inhaled like he could smell it, and his eyes drifted closed for a moment. “Touche-moi,” he whispered.
Touch me. I swallowed against his request before I rested my hand over his on my thigh. It wasn’t what he’d meant. Hell, I knew that, but I had to do something to try to calm him, to try to seem compliant while I finished formulating my plan to get away.
“Francois?”
At the sound of his name, he focused on me. “Are you willing yet?”
“What?” I shook my head, the movement instinctive and vehement. “What, Francois? No. You can’t make a woman willing by wishing it.”
His gaze darkened then bled to a deep red, and his hands became fists. I tried to relax the one under my hand by smoothing my fingertips over his skin.
“Calm down, Francois. Calm down. It’s okay. You’re fine. Everything’s fine.” I babbled a string of platitudes as my head grew light.
If a normal man lost control, I’d probably survive. I couldn’t guarantee the same would be true if Francois lost himself that way.
Slowly, he seemed to relax again, his fingers uncurling, his breathing evening out. Then he drew his fingers back and forth over my thigh, the movement a caress.
“Are you willing?” he asked again.
Tears filled my eyes, but I shook my head and blinked, trying to clear my vision so I could see more than a blur. “No, I’m not willing. You can’t do this, Francois.”
As I began to slide my hand over the comforter, searching for the blade I’d hidden, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet before pressing me against the wall, the movement so fast it was almost a blur.I whimpered. “Please, Francois. Please, no.”“Please, ma petite,” he groaned in response. “I long for you.”I struggled against him, but the long skirts tangled around my legs, and he grabbed my wrists, jerking my arms over my head as he pressed closer and dropped his head forward, resting his nose at the crook of my neck. His tongue touched my skin, and he groaned.“I need—” His voice was hoarse. “I need to claim you before I go… I want…You’re my bride, my queen.” As he spoke, he rocked against me, and his fangs grazed over my skin.“I’m not willing, Francois.” I pushed against him, arching my back and twisting my head away, my voice emerging thready and desperate. I didn’t entirely know why I had to be willing, but that much seemed important to all of them, so maybe it made a d
I bristled at his low-key criticism but said nothing. I trusted Kyle to lead this mission right.He twisted the doorknob, and the entire thing crumbled under the flick of his wrist and squeeze of his hand. “Oops,” he murmured. “How careless of me.”He pushed the door open, and we followed him into a mudroom of some kind. The room was stone walled with a stone floor, with metal rings secured to both. The scent of fear and death lingered in here, too.“That bastard,” I breathed, and my heart rate picked up until I could only hear my blood rushing through my ears. I’m coming, Leia. I only hoped she was strong enough to hold on.“This way, I think.” Kyle led us forward. “You just let me know if you pick up on her scent.” He paused. “Same instruction to Sebastian, I guess?”My gums ached and I could only nod as my lips stretched tighter over my mouth at my effort to keep my fangs at bay. Sebastian and I definitely still needed to have a chat about things that belonged to me.“We have to mo
“I concur,” he said.We slid along the hallway, close to the wall, sticking to the shadows that seemed to blanket every surface. We reached a door with a worn brass doorknob and I stopped.“I think this is it.” I pressed my hand to the wood like I’d somehow be able to feel her, and I automatically turned the handle to go in. “Is the door being locked a good sign?”It had to be. Anxiety squeezed my heart. I had no idea what Francois was capable of—I hadn’t thought him capable of even this. I simply had to hope Leia was most valuable to him alive and unharmed.Kyle motioned me away from the door and Jason checked his watch.“We have to step this up, guys. Nic nearly getting his throat ripped out cost us more time than we planned for.”Without further hesitation, Kyle destroyed the doorknob in the same way he’d crushed the one downstairs. He didn’t pretend clumsiness this time, swinging the door open instead as he stepped forward with his gun raised. I shoved him aside.But the room was
The prince believes only his family members know of this portal, but it doesn’t mean he won’t check.”I almost expected her to vanish in a puff of smoke, but she climbed through the mausoleum entrance, her shuffling gait forcing us to wait before we could follow.“So much for a quick exit.” Jason chuckled as he spoke, but Kyle sent him a glower.“We have superspeed, Jason. I plan to use mine.” His tone was almost a challenge, and as soon as Lettie had moved far enough away, Jason took off, almost a blur on the horizon as he raced toward the airport.Perhaps Lettie had utilized a puff of smoke after all because she was nowhere to be seen when I walked into the daylight. Sebastian secured the old door so it looked undisturbed, and then we jogged away, picking up speed until we couldn’t be seen by the human eye as I clutched Leia protectively.My jet was standing on the runway as we approached, and I slowed to a jog, confident Francois wouldn’t reach us this quickly. I glanced at Leia, a
“Never forgotten.” Nicolas spoke in a hoarse whisper then cleared his throat, his face tense, anguish in the depths of his eyes. He clasped his hands and tightened them until his knuckles whitened, like he was seeking to control something I had no knowledge of. “It was my fault. It was my fault, and I’m so sorry. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to make it up to you, if you’ll ever forgive me… If you’ll ever trust me again.”I almost laughed at his words.He couldn’t have been farther from the truth. If anything, I trusted him more now. He’d rescued me and asked for nothing in return. Not my blood, not my body, not a single promise of anything between us.There’s been no mention of the contract. Nothing.All he’d done was care.Care. Nicolas Dupont had cared for me.And I cared for him.“La Petite Mort…”His jaw tightened as the words left my lips, and his pupils dilated.“Your casino… Do you need to go there?”He laughed and looked away for a moment. “I’m certain it’s still standing
I met his gaze. “For me?”He nodded, his pupils dilating as I opened my mouth and allowed him to place the chicken inside. “Do you like it?”I chewed and swallowed and nodded. “Yes. It’s very nice.” My voice came out breathy and my heart rate accelerated.Nicolas’s nostrils flared and he redirected his attention to his plate before gesturing for me to eat.“Would you like me to draw you a bath? I’ll draw you a bath for a change from the shower.” He stood and walked away before I had chance to reply.I’d finished my meal before he emerged from the bathroom, wiping soap suds from his bare forearm with a towel.“Your bath’s ready,” he announced unnecessarily, and I looked at him, enjoying the sheen the humidity of the bathroom had left on him. He met my gaze for a moment then looked away, directing his attention to the wall behind me. “I’ll stand outside the door.”That statement was also unnecessary. Nicolas always stood outside the bathroom door while I was in there. It was like when h
I glanced at the clothing he’d indicated, almost amused to find a selection of pastel colors—not an element of red or black in sight.He retreated to the bedroom to stand guard once more and leave me to dress in probably the most expensive jeans I’d ever touched. They were soft and fit me like they’d been tailor-made.“Are you ready?” He looked at me expectantly as I joined him the bedroom. “For a walk outside, I mean.”I took a breath and nodded. “Yeah. I think that would be nice, actually.”We walked down the stairs, and not even Mr. Baldwin lurked in any of his usual spots. I had no doubt that both he and Mrs. Ames were around somewhere, but neither of them made themselves known. Sounds from the kitchen told me Chef was already at work, and my stomach grumbled in Pavlovian response, but Nicolas only chuckled.“Breakfast can be our reward for the walk.”“Knowing how slow I walk, it’ll be beignets for brunch.” I cast a last longing look in the direction of the kitchen, but Nicolas le
But he shook his head, his eyes wild. “Don’t come to me like that. Don’t offer yourself for protection.” His words were a plea. “I’ll always protect you. Regardless of…” He swallowed. “Regardless of anything else.”I reached for his hand and pressed his palm to my breast, my nipple hardening immediately beneath his touch. “And what if I just want you?”My mouth dried at my declaration. It left me more vulnerable than I’d ever been in my life. I was a twenty-nine-year-old virgin standing in front of a vampire with more life experience than I could realistically imagine, and he made my blood rush hot through my veins and my whole body thrum with desire.“I want you, Nic,” I whispered.He kissed me again, moving before I even saw him, his mouth commanding, his breath hot as his tongue probed against mine. I moaned, and he started to rock his hips against me as his left hand cupped my right thigh, under my ass. His fingers kneaded my skin, and I pressed wantonly against him.“Never before