TheVampire’sBride by The Vampire' s Bride

Author:The Vampire' s Bride [Bride, The Vampire' s]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-12-24T00:09:18.661000+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

LAYEL DIDN’T YET HAVE his desire under control when the dragon’s voice invaded his thoughts. This is a good thing. Really.

Delilah stiffened in his arms.

Delilah…her blood was the nectar of the gods, surely. One sip, and he’d been transported to the heavens. One gulp, and he’d experienced more sexual ecstasy than he’d ever experienced while pumping his cock inside of a woman. Shouldn’t have tasted her. He’d expected to find her ordinary, to reduce her to a meal.

He had failed.

Now he knew the truth. Now he knew that nothing compared to her. Not a rich, aged wine, not ambrosia.

Slowly he lowered his hands to his sides and turned, surprised by just how relieved he was to see the pair of dragons. Surprised the two warriors were standing together as allies when most of the races had already divided against each other, thanks to the gods’ cruel game. A moment more, and he might have done something irrevocable. As if you haven’t already. Something…tender, then.

Gods, this woman challenged him. Angered him, drew him. Tormented him. Cut him up and left him bare. She’d had a lover once, had welcomed the bastard inside her sweet body, and he despised the man with his entire being. Not a good time for these thoughts.

He studied his new opponents. Seeing those golden eyes roused every spark of hatred banked inside him. Better. The emotion was a constant part of him, fused to his bones and flowing through his veins. And yet, tonight he felt no urge to attack or kill. Why?

Delilah couldn’t be healing the wounds inside him, he assured himself. There was nothing to heal. Some injuries caused irreparable damage, so complete there was nothing left to sew back together. She wasn’t making him forget; he could never forget. Perhaps it was that odd sense of relief that held him in place and dulled his rage. The dragons had prevented him from doing something stupid.

More, Delilah had panted earlier, and he’d been very close to giving it to her. He’d been close to giving her everything. Sex, promises…forever. Was still close. Gods, she was no longer in his arms but he could still feel the softness of her body. Worse, that sickening feeling of tenderness lingered. For her.

No one had spoken a word for several seconds—minutes?—he realized. Each of them had been standing in utter silence. Layel knew why he had done so; he’d been lost in thought. Why had they?

“So nice of you to join us,” he said to break the quiet, his tone smooth.

Brand and Tagart both blinked at him, as though they couldn’t believe what he’d said. They didn’t relax, though, clearly still expecting him to attack. Both kept their hands poised over the wooden hilts of their daggers.

“Was he hurting you?” Brand asked Delilah. Though his words were addressed to her, his eyes, narrowed and filled with menace, never left Layel.

Layel wasn’t sure what he expected the Amazon to say in response—or what he wanted her to say. Part of him wanted to hear the woman whose blood now flowed through his veins praise him.

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