Embrace The Darkness

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"Warriors that can walk in the day?"
"A few."His tongue drew a warm, wet line to the edge of her collarbone. "What else do you offer?"
Her knees felt weak. "I learned to prepare a number of potions while with the witches."
His tongue stroked her racing pulse. "Intriguing, but hardly worthy of a boon"
She paused, her hands unconsciously gripping the rough bark of the tree behind her. It was that or gripping the vampire in front of her.
Perhaps sensing why she hesitated, Levet gave a low hiss.
"Do not, Shay."
Viper pulled back to regard her with a searching curiosity. "What is it, pet?"
"I.. ." Shay swallowed back her unease. "My father was a Lumos, the healer of our tribe. His blood could cure all but death.*'
His eyes slowly widened. "And you?"
"His... blessing was passed to me."
"A rare gift." Something flashed through the dark eyes. Curiosity? "A rare gift, indeed, but hardly necessary for an immortal."
Her hand unconsciously lifted to touch the spot still tingling from his lips.
"Even immortals can be harmed. My mother claimed that was why my father was killed. His blood was used to save the life of a vampire."
"A vampire?" The curiosity deepened. "You're certain?"
"Yes."
"Strange mat I never heard such rumors." He pondered the notion for a moment before seeming to dismiss it from his mind. "So, what precisely is it that you're offering?"
"If... if you are injured, I will freely offer my blood to heal you. But only to heal you. No occasional snacking." Her chin tilted. "Do we have a deal?"
His features once again softened with that seductive amusement. "A bargain," he corrected softly.
"No blood unless absolutely necessary, and no sex."
"I do not need to bargain for blood or sex. You will soon give them freely enough."
He bent to sweep his lips over her mouth, allowing her no opportunity to argue. Back and forth, with exquisite care, he rubbed his lips over hers. An electric tingle followed his touch and before she knew what she was doing she had instinctively opened her mouth at his teasing.
Only then did he claim a kiss that was edged with such possessive hunger it branded its way to her very heart
It was the sort of kiss women dreamed of in their deepest fantasies. Hot, demanding, and utterly consuming. Her hands had actually started to rise to pull him closer when he was stepping back and glancing toward the shadows.
"Ah ... Santiago has accomplished his task. Perhaps we should leave before whatever he loosened has the opportunity to eat us."
Hard to argue with that logic.
Chapter Seven
Viper's thoughts were distracted as they reached his estate outside Chicago.
And not pleasantly distracted.
He wouldn't have minded a bit of bemusement at the sweet scent of Shay that still clung to his body like a wicked promise. Or the lingering heat that flowed through his body.
It had been far too long since he had enjoyed that sort of distraction.
This distraction came from the darkening certainty that something powerful was hunting his Shalott. Something so dangerous and vicious that it might be more than he could protect her from.
The thought made his heart clench with a fear he could not name.
Still, even with his thoughts clouded, he sensed a presence the moment he stepped through the door into the kitchen.
"Someone is here." Holding out his arm he swept Shay behind him and turned to his guard. "Santiago, search the grounds and make sure we do not have any other unexpected guests."
He waited until the vampire had disappeared before lifting his head and testing the air. Only when he was certain there was no immediate danger did he shift to regard Shay's pale face.
There was pride etched into her beautiful features, and a grim refusal to reveal the least hint of fear, but not even her staunch will could hide the shadows in her golden eyes. She would stand tall and spit fear in its face. On this night, however, that would not be necessary. She was his. His to protect.
"My dear, I believe it would be best if you return to your rooms and lock the door."
She frowned, her chin jutting to a stubborn angle. It was an expression that was growing familiar to Viper and one he found ridiculously charming.
"Shalotts are warriors. We do not cower behind locked doors."
He allowed a slow smile to curve his lips. "It is not that I doubt your skills in battle, pet, but our intruder is a vampire. I would not wish to be forced to kill a clansman because they find you irresistible."
Her mouth opened and closed before she gave a reluctant nod of her head. She might hate looking like a coward, but she hated the thought of encountering yet another vampire even more.
A small pang shot through his heart as he watched her walk across the kitchen with the gargoyle in tow. She had every reason to hate and distrust vampires. It was a prejudice that would not easily be overcome.
Giving a shake of his head Viper turned to follow the scent of his clansman toward the back of his house. He was not surprised to enter his study and find the tall, raven-haired vampire calmly seated behind his heavy desk.
Of all his clansmen, he was perhaps closest to Dante. They had recently ended the threat of a coven of witches determined to bring an end to all demons and rescued the Phoenix, the Goddess of Light who protected the world from the dark prince.
It was during their efforts that he had first encountered Shay. He didn't know whether to thank his friend or throttle him for having his peaceful world shaken to its very foundation.
He split the difference by moving to the built-in bar and collecting a bottle of blood. It was a poor substitute for the magical power he sensed within Shay's blood, but for now at least it restored his waning strength.
Watching his precise movements Dante allowed a smile to curve his lips. He was one of the few not overawed by Viper's presence.
"Good evening, Viper."
Leaning against the bar Viper folded his arms over his chest. "I see you have made yourself at home despite the fact you are well aware I never allow guests here."
The smile never wavered. "You are fortunate that I am the one sitting here and not my mate. Abby is quite anxious to share her opinion of buying young women at a slave auction." The silver eyes narrowed. "Especially a young woman who saved your life."
Viper didn't doubt for a moment that Dante's mate would readily burn him to a crisp. Despite becoming a goddess she retained her human compassion and was always ready to fight what she thought was injustice.
No demon with the least amount of sense wanted the Phoenix gunning for them.
Still, he was a clan chief. A leader among vampires.
He didn't answer to anyone.
"When I called to tell you that I had purchased the Shalott it was only to request your assistance in discovering what evil hunts her, not to request your opinion of my personal affairs."
Dante shrugged. "You have offered your opinion of my personal affairs often enough."
"Opinions you ignored. Just as I intend to. Now, if that is all..."
With a sharp motion Dante was on his feet, his silver eyes glittering in the soft glow of the lamplight.
"Viper, what game are you playing?"
Viper set aside his empty bottle. "There is no game "
"There is something." Dante moved from around the desk, the black leather pants and black silk shirt making him appear a dangerous predator. Which was exactly what he was. "You have condemned any slave trader to death if you discover they have attempted to capture and sell a vampire within your territory."
"Shay is not a vampire."
"That does not alter the fact you detest those who peddle in flesh."
Viper smiled wryly. He possessed any number of pleasure houses. Elegant, expensive establishments where demons and fairies, and even a rare few humans, could come to enjoy whatever delights they could imagine.
"There are some who claim that I peddle in flesh."
Dante frowned. "Never unwilling flesh."
Viper shrugged. He could hardly argue. Those who served him did so at their own choice. He waved a hand toward the bar. "Wine? Or perhaps a taste of my private stock of brandy?"
Dante narrowed his gaze. He was not about to be distracted. "What are you doing with Shay?"
A helluva question. A pity he had no answer.
"What does it matter to you?"
"I can't say it bothers me in the least. Abby, however, will not give me rest until she is assured you mean the demon no harm."
Viper gave a short laugh. "At least you are honest. But tell me, Dante, would your oh-so-beautiful wife have preferred that I had stepped aside and allowed Shay to be bought as a blood whore? Or perhaps a trophy to be hung on the wall of some demon hunter?"
"She would prefer that you set her free."
Allow Shay to slip from his grasp? To disappear like she had done after the battle with the witches?
Over his cold, dead body.
"I did tell you that it is not possible. I hold an amulet that forces her to come when I call, but the curse that binds her is held by a lesser troll named Evor. A troll who has suddenly disappeared."