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 led me farther back into his house, and we emerged from a door I hadn’t seen before.
We stood on a small, cobblestone patio area, where the branches of four trees had been trained into an old, living awning. A creeper with delicate flowers grew up the trunks, and wires hinted at fairy lights that would turn the space magical at night. An elegant wrought iron bistro table and chairs sat underneath.
“For brunch,” Nicolas murmured, his mouth much closer than I expected, and a delicious shiver of anticipation skittered across my skin.
I almost took his hand as he started walking, following a path that wound effortlessly and easily around large bushes of flowering swamp azalea and trees with deep green foliage, but I didn’t dare touch him. The idea of rejection played heavily on my mind. After all, he’d rested alongside me all night without so much as an accidental stroke across my skin or a kiss.
The air in Nicolas’s gardens was perfumed with citrus, and I inhaled appreciatively. “Everywhere smells like something I could eat.”
He glanced back, his lips quirking. “I don’t think I have any beignet trees yet.”
“But citrus?”
He reached up and tugged a leaf from a branch, crushing it in his hand before holding it out to me. “Yes, but the trees aren’t fruiting yet. Nothing to eat, but the scent permeates even the leaves. I think Chef uses them in his cooking sometimes.”
My stomach grumbled at another mention of Chef, and Nicolas laughed. Then he reached for my hand, hesitating before he took it, his gaze on me as I slipped my fingers into his. Relief relaxed his face, and his hold tightened on me.
“Come on, I’ll show you which trees are in fruit right now.” He led me down more unstructured paths, some of them gravel, some of them stone, and we passed various nooks with hidden benches or statues that watched us with blank-eyed stares.
The smell of rich, damp vegetation surrounded us, and the sunlight filtered through a canopy of green leaves to fall in thin shafts and dappled spots on the grass.
“It’s like a sanctuary,” I murmured. “Like we’re not even in civilization anymore. An Eden.”
He laughed. “Well, just in time, then. I give you the—” He gestured with a flourish. “Fig tree. Suitable for all your hunger and clothing needs.”
I glanced up at the mix of green and dusky purple fruits, and Nicolas broke one of the purple ones from its branch.
“The humble fig,” he murmured as he split it open, exposing the seeds in the middle. “Revered by the Ancient Greeks as a symbol of fertility and love.” He offered the fig to me, and I leaned forward, taking a bite from it as he held it between his fingers.
Some of the seeds spilled down my chin and he caught them on his thumb before pressing them between his lips.
“Also an aphrodisiac, of course.” His gaze lingered on mine as he spoke, and I took a second bite of the fig he held, my challenge silent.
And he met that challenge. I almost had to avert my eyes as he held one of the fruit halves to his mouth and curled his tongue expertly around the seeds, drawing them into his mouth before licking the juices quickly from his lips. My groan stayed in my chest, but my knees almost weakened and gave me away.
“We should take some back for brunch.” I couldn’t bear to stand here and watch him consume figs in such an arousing manner.
“If you like.” The light of challenge flickered in his eyes, but his voice was rougher than usual as he handed me several of the fruits to carry and took more for himself.
Then he paused, his fruit dropping to the ground, and he looked at me, his eyes suddenly a dull red. “Forgive me,” he murmured as he stepped toward me.
“Nic.” His name was a whisper on my lips, my own figs forgotten and discarded on the lawn as he pressed me to the trunk of a tree, his hands in my hair, his sticky lips on mine, my mouth opening to the gentle invasion of his tongue.
He groaned against me as his chest pressed against my breasts, the hard length of his erection against my hip.
“Leia.” He murmured my name as he teased kisses along the edge my jaw, one of his hands on my hip now, his thumb teasing the skin under the hem of my T-shirt.
I thrust my hands into his hair, tugging the silky strands between my fingers.
“Fuck, Leia.” He drew away, his breathing heavy, conflict in his eyes. “We should stop.”
“Why?” I flicked open the button on my jeans, and his eyes widened as I slipped them down my thighs. “Didn’t you once tell me your claim on me would protect me from other vampires?” I tried to appeal to some of his other instincts. Maybe the only ones he’d listen to.
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
As the afternoon continued, we moved our tiny party to the cozy den, but no farther. Curled up on the soft, brushed fabric, still wearing my pamper-day robe, a fluffy blanket over my knees, glass clutched in one hand, a palmful of peanuts in the other, I surrendered to the warm feeling spreading through my body. As I grew sleepier, though, Aimée remained unaffected, her grip on the conversation as bright as it had been before we even popped the cork. Meanwhile, my limbs had all become floppy and vaguely Jell-O-like.“Mr. Baldwin?” I called, and two of him glided through the doorway. Glided? I giggled. Glode, right? Glidden? Well, something like one of those, but I blinked and he solidified into just one-and-a-half butlers. “Hey, uh, please could I have, like, some, uh, coffee?” I was too sleepy.Aimée laughed, a deep, throaty chuckle. “Oops. I shoulda remembered human tolerance. It’s just been so long since I hung out with one. Damn, Baldwin, can we get some water for Leia, too? Maybe