“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.” He leaned forward a little. “Dens of inequity rarely fall. To be honest, it almost runs itself.” Then he waved a hand. “That, and Ben requires very little sleep.”
I laughed, the sound soft, and Nicolas smiled in response.
“It’s good to hear you laugh.”
I glanced off to the tightly closed drapes. “I guess I’ve been processing. I’ve had a lot to think about.”
“I know. And you don’t ever have to tell me about any of it, but I’m available to listen if you ever want to talk.” He shook his head, pain flitting over his face, his mouth a grimace of frustration. “I never should have taken you to The Neutral Zone. I just… I…” He gave a dark chuckle. “Would you believe I was trying to keep you safe at my side?”
“Yes.” My answer was short and automatic because I did believe that. Above anything else, I believed Nicolas would have tried to keep me safe.
His eyes widened like I’d surprised him but he nodded again. “I thought if you were at my side, people would know not to harm you. I thought I could control things—everything. And I thought I could do a deal with Francois to buy us some time—”
“How long did you want to buy?” There were still things about this situation I didn’t understand.
He closed his eyes. A long blink. A pause. Like he was considering whether to say the next part or not. Then he blew out a breath. “A month.”
“You only wanted to protect me for a month?”
He nodded, but remorse played around his mouth, stealing some of his usual confidence. “That’s what I told Francois, anyway. But it was a lie. I lied to myself, even. I want to protect you forever, and I can’t stand that I failed you. I almost… Francois could have—”
I stood then knelt at the side of him, my chin almost resting on his thigh. “But you didn’t. He didn’t. I’m right here.”
“But I don’t understand. I don’t understand why he didn’t…hurt you.” Nicolas’s voice faded away on those last two words.
I shrugged. “Sometimes he was more predictable than others, more logical.”
“That doesn’t make him any less dangerous.” Nicolas fidgeted, picking at loose threads only he could see on the arm of the chair.
I captured his hand in mine and he exhaled a soft gasp at the contact.
“And you couldn’t have predicted that danger. I don’t blame you, Nicolas Dupont, so stop blaming yourself.” I pressed his hand to my cheek, basking in the connection between us.
His eyes softened, the gray becoming almost liquid, swirling like mercury. “I’ll try.” Then he shifted, not quite drawing away. “I need to talk to Chef, see what he has on the menu for you this evening.”
“I’m sure it will be lovely, whatever it is.” I let his hand go so he could reach for his phone, reluctance slowing my movements.
But before he drew away completely, he slipped a lock of hair behind my ear and smoothed the rest of my hair from my face, the same gesture he always used when he tucked me in, and a feeling of security surrounded me.
I was truly safe in this house, with this man, and I wasn’t locked in this room. His quiet presence let me know I was free to leave these four walls any time I wanted because he wouldn’t let anything happen.
Chef delivered our meal personally, although he didn’t come into the room. I hadn’t seen anyone else yet. Just Nicolas because other people felt like too much to handle. There was too much risk to assess, and I couldn’t do everything all at once, so I controlled my environment as best I could, and Nicolas provided that space for me.
“It’s jambalaya,” Nicolas announced as he lifted the lid on a serving platter. “You’ll never have tasted a jambalaya like this one—it’s another of Chef’s specialties. And I hope you’re hungry because either Chef thinks you’re cloning yourself up here or there’s a Hansel and Gretel thing going on that I don’t know about.”
I laughed as I slid into a seat opposite him. “I’m sure I’ll like it very much. Everything Chef makes is amazing.”
We’d slipped into an easy routine of eating together. Well, I ate, and Nicolas took a few token mouthfuls to give the impression he was eating with me, but he got blood bags delivered after I fell asleep most nights. I had a vague memory of seeing him with his cup in his hand one night while he sat next to me, keeping watch.
Standing guard.
Nicolas glanced at his dish and speared a piece of chicken with his fork. Then he held it out to me, his hand cupped beneath it.
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
“Mine,” he agreed.I tensed as the weight of his cock rested briefly against my thigh, and he drew back to stroke the backs of his fingers down my cheek. “You doing okay?”I nodded, my sudden fear receding at his careful touch.He probed against me, and I giggled. “So much bigger than a finger.”He laughed. “God, I hope so.”He groaned as he began to push inside me, the movement slow as my body stretched around him. I shifted slightly at the unfamiliar invasion.“Breathe,” he whispered, as he dropped his head against my neck.“Bite,” I whispered back, and he moaned softly as his fangs scraped over my skin.“I want to…”Time hung in the moment, his cock easing inside me, the tips of his fangs resting against my neck, until everything moved again and he was buried inside me, waiting for me to adjust to his size.“You good?”“Yes.” The sharp sting of pain receded, and I moved my hips against him, the change of position experimental as I tried to encourage him forward. I felt so full, so
“Always.” Even the thought of her made me hard, and being this close, actually breathing in her scent, made me almost crazy.It was a kind of out of control I’d never experienced—had never wanted to experience, but now it felt natural.Knowing the heat of Leia’s arousal and the fact that heat was for me—only for me, only had ever been for me—and the pleasure it brought me to drive her to orgasm, coming around my cock or on my fingers was the greatest ecstasy I’d ever known. Soon, she’d come on my tongue, too. I almost moaned at the thought, but instead I traced my tongue over the hollow by her neck.Her blood… Fucking hell. My cock jerked against her.It was delicious in ways I’d never imagined. Invincibility inducing. Euphoria inspiring. Addictive.And she’d given it freely to me.Mother’s stories hadn’t told of this bliss, and although it had been the first thing I’d wanted since I first discovered Leia, I hadn’t known. The very first taste, I’d nearly lost myself.It was like Leia’
She grinned wryly. “You always say that, Nicky, but we never see each other more regularly, despite your faux regret.”I shrugged dismissively and grinned. “It’s true that there is too much of a good thing.” Then I turned to my mate, apologies already trying to spill their way off my tongue. “I have to go into La Petite Mort, today.” I paused to witness the shiver she always seemed to fight when I said those words. It was almost irresistible. “There’s some business I can’t ignore.”Although I’d claimed Leia as mine now, Francois wouldn’t know that, and he wouldn’t give up. He’d been bold enough to come into my territory and take her once before, and I needed to prevent that from happening again.I needed to prepare for war.“Hm.” Leia drew her brows down. “So you’ve arranged a babysitter?”I chuckled at the accuracy of her assessment even as I denied it. “No. Just a prettier face than Jason’s.”And I trusted Aimée even more than my sireling. I’d thought claiming Leia would end my worr
“What does that mean for Leia’s future?”“Well.” I sucked in a breath. “It means the immediate threat is very hard to eliminate.” I reached for Leia’s hand. “But I won’t give up. This isn’t the rest of your life now.”“The outside world still exists,” she murmured. “What’s happening out there?”“I don’t want you to worry about it. I’ve got it under control.” My words were clipped even though I’d aimed for reassurance, and guilt tugged at my insides as I stood. I hadn’t simply switched Francois’s prison for one of my own. “Of course. And there are things I need to do.” I squeezed her fingers gently, a show of solidarity and affection. “I’ll leave you to get to know Aimée. You’ll probably be tired of all of her tales of Tomas by the time I get back. I might even be a welcome face.”I winked but the sudden flash of lust in Leia’s eyes made my breath lodge in my chest. I cleared my throat. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”“No hurry.” Aimée waved a dismissive hand. “We’ll find plenty to do
But her expression became sad, her mouth downturned. “It’s you who threatens her, vampire.” She shook her head. “A marked human will eventually fade away, becoming a mere shell of themselves, only finding pleasure in the bite.”“What?” My ass landed on my chair as I sat down unexpectedly. “But I…I… What the hell? I’ve claimed Leia. She’s mine. She’s my true mate.”“Yet you know of no human true mates?” The witch’s suddenly clear eyes met mine, intelligence gleaming from her gaze. Then she reached into the folds of her cloak. “I’ve brought something for the girl. It should stave off the worst of the thrall if she wears it at all times.” She handed me a charm bracelet, decorated with small chips of glittering stone. “Each of these has protective and healing properties, but I can’t offer anything more than a temporary solution. You started this chain of events, vampire king. Now to prove your worth.” She bent toward me and lowered her voice. “You must turn her.”The air around her shimme