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 he’d asked Jason to guard me.
But different.
More personal.
I stood from my seat and folded my napkin to leave on the table. “Please tell Chef his jambalaya was amazing, and if he keeps feeding me like this, I won’t be able to leave the room because I won’t fit through the door.”
Nicolas laughed. “I’ll get the bedroom ready,” he said, and that meant he’d tidy away our meal, change into pajama pants and a T-shirt, pull an armchair next to the bed so he could sit alongside me, and turn down my comforter ready for me to climb in, because that was what he did every night for me.
I rested my hand on his forearm as I walked by, the brief touch searing my palm. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He nodded in response, the movement stiff and controlled.
When I returned to my room, Nicolas skimmed his gaze over me like he was assessing my well-being before he retreated to his armchair, drawing a knitted blanket over his legs. I climbed into the bed and turned out the light, plunging the room into darkness, then lay perfectly still, waiting for my eyes to adjust.
Nicolas breathed softly at the side of me, and the feeling of safety he generated wrapped me tighter than any comforter.
“Nicolas?”
“Are you all right?” Quiet concern laced his tone, and I basked in the knowledge he’d do anything in his power to ensure my safety and happiness.
“Yes.” I fell silent for a moment. “Are you comfortable?”
He exhaled. “Perfectly. Your well-being is all I need.”
I nibbled my lip as I watched him, a dim shape with eyes that gleamed as they rested on me. “Would you be more comfortable in the bed?”
The sound of his quiet breathing stopped.
“I just don’t think it can be very comfortable for you to keep sleeping in a chair.”
He swallowed then cleared his throat. “I merely rest.”
“Then rest here.” I drew the comforter back on the other side, almost unsure why I was pushing my point, except I craved his proximity with a ferocity I couldn’t explain.
“I…”
“Please, Nicolas.”
“Nic.” He ground out the correction, and the sound of it send a bolt of desire to my core.
“Please, Nic.”
He groaned softly, but didn’t reply as he stood then clutched the blanket in his hands as he walked around the bed and climbed in. I didn’t turn to face him but I wriggled back just until the heat from his body warmed me.
“Can’t you protect me better from here, anyway?” I already sounded drowsy, and I barely felt his light touches against my hair.
“But who will protect you from me?” His voice was so soft I almost thought I imagined it before sleep claimed me.
When I woke up, Nic was leaning on his elbow, watching me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” An indulgent grin claimed his mouth, and I stretched, stifling a yawn. “How did you sleep?”
“Great. Like the dead. You?”
His grin widened. “Like the undead.” His gaze turned serious as it drifted to my mouth, and my heart rate picked up as I imagined his lips on mine, but he rolled away, the movement sudden. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, not facing me. “I thought you might like a walk in the grounds this morning? The weather isn’t too hot yet, and some sun and fresh air would be good for you.”
Then he stood and made his way to the bathroom.
I rolled over in bed to lie on my back as I looked at the high ceiling. Nicolas’s home was a true sanctuary, and I was starting to think his heart was too.
I was losing my heart to him, anyway. Maybe that had been inevitable from the start. There had always been something I couldn’t explain, couldn’t define. A pull I’d resisted.
When Nicolas emerged from the bathroom, he headed straight for the closet, where he’d had some of his clothes moved to. His dark suits mostly, because that was all I ever saw him wear.
I took my turn in the bathroom then, afterward, followed his tracks to the closet. He turned as I entered, my towel gathered above my breasts, and I inhaled an extra breath at the sight of him in jeans and a soft gray T-shirt that made me think of his eyes.
“Sorry. I’ll be out of your way in a moment.” He grinned, and I couldn’t help but smile back. Casual suited him. It also added to his vague sense of danger, like the predator was hiding behind a harmless façade.
“I… I asked Romilly to send you some jeans and T-shirts,” he murmured as he referenced the owner of the boutique next to his casino. He gestured to a shelf to his right. “You don’t have to wear anything you don’t like, though.”
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
“Meh.” She waved a careless arm and the whole mattress shifted with the gesture. “There’s no true biology. Nicky’s natural and the rest of us are made.”“Oh, yeah. I forgot. I think Nic mentioned something like that. It’s more like being adopted, right?”She grinned and more of the avocado face mask shifted out of position. I stuck my finger in my mask and then into my mouth. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? I was lying on a bed next to a vampire, with guacamole on my face. Hello, Twilight Zone.“Yeah, I guess it’s like being adopted?” She made it into a question. “I mean, if being adopted comes with immortal life and family members who drink blood to survive, then it’s a hell of a lot more like being adopted than I thought.”I chuckled but there was a little more tension in the room, and she was quiet for a long time. I almost thought she’d fallen asleep or gone to a quiet meditative place, or whatever vampires did.“I was human once,” she said.I jumped at the sudden words.“It was a