Knight After Night by Jackie Ivie

Author:Jackie Ivie [Ivie, Jackie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: vampires, knight, paranormal romance, vampire romance, scottish, jackie ivie
Publisher: Jackie Ivie
Published: 2011-10-20T23:52:12+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

He lifted his lips from Jolie’s neck before they reached the gates. He’d already grazed a tiny cut through her skin and the whiff of her blood sent heat flaring through him. It was exactly as he’d once been told and hadn’t believed. Thoran kept his eye on Barnes while he opened the driver window. Inserted his card in the stone column, making both iron gates swing open. Inward, toward a lighted drive that passed his private landing strip, circled the loch, and then went through the stone edifice of his barbican walls.

Jolie stirred from his shoulder, blinked, and then scrunched her eyes up at him, taking his emotions for a ride as she did so.

“You really do own a castle.”

“I am na’ in the habit of telling falsehoods, lass,” he replied.

She buried her nose beneath his chin, sending sweet warm currents of air with each exhalation. They dragged his along with each breath in a parody of life. Warming him. Stirring him. Creating whorls of barely-recalled passions, cravings, and lusts. For something other than blood.

Finally.

They had to reach his room, and they needed to do it quickly.

Barnes obeyed wordlessly, driving them across the drawbridge and between the black stone twin towers of his gatehouse and into the inner bailey. He brought the BMW to a stop in a swirl of road grit at the entrance, opened the back car door, and stood aside so Thoran could breeze past and reach the foyer. He glided along the slate floor to reach the wheel-stair. Climbed in a swirl of motion, barely touching steps, and then finally entered his tower room, where a huge fire shed light and warmth in a semi-circle resonating from the hearth, before reaching to where an alcove held a bed.

Where he never rested.

“Quickly, Jolie lass!”

The command was hissed, spiked with worry. When that undead Campbell clan wretch had first changed him, Thoran had used his newfound strength and powers to turn on the monster and destroy him. He’d killed the bastard. Again. And again. And as many times as it took to revenge taking the most basic pleasure of life away. Despite the futility of it and the fact that the man just kept rising. Thoran had left that battlefield angered and vengeful. The combination lasted decades when it was easy to kill and feast and hate, until the sheer magnitude of days of existence without end finally soothed some of the anguish away. And almost silenced it.

He’d nearly forgotten what that Campbell vampire had promised him. When Thoran gave up trying to execute him and listened. Thoran had been told of this. That one day…should the fates be kind, his mate would arrive. He’d finally be complete. And he’d get his physical pleasure back. All of it.

After a span approaching four hundred years.

Thoran put Jolie on her feet and pulled the plaid from her, twirling her out of its embrace, leaving her wobbly on her feet as he yanked at the MacKettryck Chieftain brooch holding the material to his frame.

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