10
ALEJANDRO fought the urge to round on her and
snarl. He closed his eyes instead. There was plenty wrong, but he
didn’t want to talk about any of it. He didn’t want to explain to
her how his heart had gone pitter-patter when he saw those humans
spread out before him like a goddamn feast.
He couldn’t tell her that his fangs had extended
instantly at the prospect of feeding on one of them, or how good it
had tasted to have that woman’s blood flow into his mouth. He
couldn’t reveal that, if given the choice, he wouldn’t have stopped
with just her. He would’ve fed from any of the others he’d been
offered.
Daria couldn’t know about the part of him that
didn’t care that the humans they’d fed from had an addiction to a
vampire’s veil the way some had an addiction to heroin or carmin.
He knew those veil addicts would do anything to get a fix,
including allow themselves to be chained for the pleasure of their
addictors.
A dark part of him, the Chosen animal part of him,
was simply a predator that didn’t care about the state of his prey.
Would Daria understand how badly he fought that side of himself?
Would she understand that some days the animal side won? Alejandro
didn’t think so.
“It was the theater of the whole thing,” he said
finally. “The way they chained them up like that and presented them
as a gift of welcome.”
Daria didn’t say anything for a heartbeat. Then
finally, “Was that what bothered you, or was it the fact you
wouldn’t have been able to resist them, even if you could’ve said
no?”
Daria had never been tactful.
He turned away from her brutal honesty and pushed a
hand through his hair. “Didn’t you feel them? Didn’t you smell
them? They wanted us to taste them more than anything in their
little fucked-up worlds.”
“Yes, I did, goddamn it,” she said softly.
“Maldita sea! Damn it!” He rounded on
her. “Could you have resisted humans so willing?”
“Yes, I could’ve. Even with the hunger burning a
hole through my stomach, I could’ve walked away.” Her voice rose.
“The difference between you and me is that I wanted to walk
away.” A shadow moved through her eyes.
Alejandro pounced on that flicker of doubt. “Are
you so sure? You’re a Chosen now; we’re meant to feed from them.
That hunger you felt today is a part of us, like an arm or a leg.
It doesn’t care about the welfare of its food. Are you so sure you
could’ve denied the hunger just like that?” He snapped his
fingers.
“I’m not saying turning away would’ve been easy,”
she fired back. “But I am saying I could’ve done it.” She
paused, staring at him with narrowed eyes. “You’ve got a blood
addiction, Alejandro. Admit it.”
He made a frustrated sound and turned away from
her. “Daria, you’re newly Chosen and you don’t have the same genes
I do. Damn it . . . it’s different.”
“Have you killed, Alejandro? Have you ever been so
caught up in the throes of bloodlust that you took too much and
drained your victim?”
He jerked, unable to look at her, unable to
respond.
“Alejandro?” Her voice sounded shocked and
disbelieving, as if she’d asked the question expecting him to say
no right away.
“Once,” he answered, turning toward her, “once, I
almost did. After I was newly Chosen. Lucinda brought in some
addicted humans as toys, that’s how she termed it. My
control wasn’t very good and I almost killed one. At the end the
human woman fought me, knowing I was going too far—” He broke off,
remembering her hands pushing him away. Her strength was a gnat’s
compared to his. “I just ignored her.”
When Daria spoke again, her voice trembled. “I saw
you today, Alejandro. I felt your bliss and the strong drive you
had to feed from that donor. You have a problem.”
“I might have a problem, but I also have strong
control, Daria. I might have an addiction, but I won’t hurt
anyone.”
“How can you be so sure?” She shouted it.
He rounded on her. “Do you think I haven’t thought
about it? Do you think I haven’t had nightmares about that human I
nearly killed? I know I have an addiction, but I have it under
control. I will not harm any humans when I feed.”
“I wish I could believe you.”
Someone knocked on the door, but neither of them
moved to answer it. They stood, staring at each other. Daria’s eyes
snapped with anger. Finally, she whirled and opened the door.
Brandon entered the room, glancing back and forth
between them warily. “Well, I either interrupted a lover’s spat or
some really good foreplay.” He paused thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s
both.”
“Never mind that.” Daria shut the door behind him.
“Did you come from the hall? Is Sante there?”
Brandon gave his head a shake. “No. Bastard’s
nowhere around that I’ve seen yet.”
Daria turned and stalked toward the garden,
swearing under her breath as she went. “Where the hell is
he?”
“We’ve been here less than a day,” said Alejandro.
“Relax.”
“I don’t think Sante rubs elbows with the peasants
on a daily basis,” answered Brandon. “We may have to wait awhile to
see him.”
Daria spoke toward the window, her back turned to
them. “Maybe I’m just being impatient.”
“As are we all.”
“And disturbed by what just happened,” added
Alejandro.
“What we just saw may have been for my benefit,”
said Brandon. “That whole show. Sante might have been in there,
watching me obliged to feed from those blood donors.”
Alejandro frowned. “You think he’d want to see you
squirm because of your disagreement with him over Maria Gillante’s
blood slaves?”
Brandon nodded. “It’s possible. I asked around.
Technically they’re considered donors, not slaves. They’re
employed, with official labor contracts. According to the Chosen I
spoke to, the donors have residences here at the dome and a nice
fat paycheck every week. All the same, they chained them up, made
them look like blood slaves. Unless they get off on that kind of
playacting, it could have been for me.”
She turned back toward them. “If that’s true, Sante
might be there. He’d want to see your reaction.” She went for the
door. “I have to go see for myself.”
Brandon put his palm on the back of the door before
she could open it. “The scorching kiss you two shared after that
thing they called a ceremony has everyone thinking you nipped back
here for a little one-on-one. You don’t want everyone thinking he’s
a minute man, do you?”
Daria glanced at him. “I really don’t care what
anyone thinks.” She tried to open the door again, but Brandon kept
it closed.
“Please, try to act like a good little Valerie,”
Brandon said. “At least stay here for another half hour before you
go back over. Bloody hell, you two put on a convincing show, let me
say. You probably burned anyone within a three-foot radius. If you
go back now, it will look suspicious.”
Alejandro sat down on the edge of the bed and
stared at Daria. “She wants to leave because she’s pissed at me.
She’s good at running away, our Daria.”
She whirled. “I want to leave because we have a job
to do. Don’t make this about anything personal.”
Brandon raised an eyebrow. “Okaaaay, well, I guess
I came by at the wrong time. I just wanted to let you know that I
heard something.”
Both Alejandro and Daria gave him their full
attention.
“I heard someone say Ari Templeton’s name in a
conversation,” said Brandon.
“What do you mean? That’s all you heard?” asked
Daria. “In what context? What did they say about her?”
Brandon shrugged under the liberal peppering of
questions. “I didn’t hear the whole thing and I don’t know what
they were talking about, but it’s something. It means she might
really be here. I just thought you should know.”
“Or it could mean they were talking about The New
Covenant Church and Richard Templeton. I’m sure he’s a frequent
topic of conversation here,” said Alejandro. “Especially
lately.”
Brandon nodded. “Sure. Or they could’ve been
talking about Ari Templeton being kept here. We don’t know.”
Daria nibbled the edge of her thumb, appearing deep
in thought. “Okay,” she said finally. “It’s not much, but it’s
something. We’re going to stay here for a while, then head back
over.”
Brandon went for the door. He winked before closing
it behind him. “Maybe you guys can find something interesting to do
while you’re waiting besides fight.”
Daria stared at the closed door for a moment before
turning to face him. “Brandon seems to think disagreement turns us
on.”
“I think anger is probably an aphrodisiac for
you.”
Her eyes snapped back to life. “And human blood to
you is—” She snapped her mouth closed. “We don’t need to be doing
this.”
“WHAT do you think we should be doing?” Alejandro said with silken menace.
Five hundred sweaty skin-against-skin things
suddenly assaulted her mind. The kiss he’d given her back in the
hall hadn’t helped her sex drive much. “I think we shouldn’t be
fighting. I think we should be at the hall. We’re not going to find
anything out by hiding in our room. Why did you want to come over
here anyway?”
“I thought you needed a moment to get your head
together. I know I did. I thought we needed to regroup.”
“What was with that kiss you laid on me?”
He shrugged. “I wanted to kiss you. I want to kiss
you again right now.”
Mouth. Dry.
She drew a careful breath. “Look, I’ve been
thinking, and maybe we should just go ahead and have sex. I mean,
like you said, it’s going to be hard to pretend otherwise. What we
do here, it’s all in the line of duty, you know.”
Something dangerous moved through his eyes. He
rolled off the bed and came toward her. “Just go ahead and have
sex? In the line of duty?” he asked as he crossed the floor, his
voice a threatening purr that raised the hair on the back of her
neck.
I am not going to back away from him. I am not
going to back away from him. I am not . . . Damn. Her gaze
riveted on his chest, she backed up.
No one made Daria Moran retreat, except this
man.
She didn’t stop until she hit the wall behind her.
All her attention was now focused on the six-foot, three-inch
aroused and angry vampire in front of her.
“Daria.” His voice was a low roll, treacherous and
irresistible all at once. It stroked over her skin like a satin
glove. It tingled her breasts and between her thighs. She fought a
shiver.
She shifted uncomfortably. “Alejandro, come on.”
Did her voice have a quaver in it? Damn.
He reached out and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
Her lips parted and she quickly closed them. “You think we should
take one for the team, then?” he asked in that velvet voice and his
warm, rolling accent. “That we should sleep together out of a sense
of responsibility? That it’s just what we have to do for the job?
Make a sacrifice?”
“Uh.”
He dropped his hand to her waist and dragged her
flush up against him. An uncontrollable quiver ran through her body
when he dropped his mouth to her shoulder and brushed his lips very
lightly across her skin. Her head fell back and lolled to the side
to give him better access.
What was it about Alejandro that made her act like
a cat in heat?
He laid a kiss on her collarbone, flicking his
tongue out to taste her skin. Goose bumps pebbled her body as he
drew those full lips up her throat. He lifted his head enough to
ask, “Well, querida? What do you think?”
Think? It was hard to do that with his thumb
under her shirt at the small of her back, rubbing back and forth,
back and forth. It mesmerized her libido. All she could do was
imagine him stroking her nipples like that, stroking her clit.
Easing his long, broad fingers into her cunt.
“Uh,” she breathed again. She couldn’t seem to form
a sentence. This was a full frontal assault, and the enemy was
winning.
He licked the skin behind her ear, laid a kiss
there. “Because here’s the problem,” he murmured into her ear. “I
want you.”
“You want me?” she murmured almost incoherently.
She sounded drunk. No wonder; the man was intoxicating.
He kissed her earlobe and pressed her up against
him so that his voice rumbled through her and his scent suddenly
became her whole world. “I want to strip you out of these clothes,
Daria, stretch you out on that bed over there. I want to kiss every
inch of your body, and drag my tongue across your nipples one by
one. I want to nibble each of them lightly, draw them into my mouth
and suck on them like they’re candy.”
Daria was sure her face had flushed. She knew her
nipples were hard at the thought of his lovely lips wrapping around
them, pulling them into his hot mouth to be teased by his tongue.
His words were quickly turning her bones to warm honey.
“I want to worship your body, Daria. Kiss your
inner arms where I remember you’re just the slightest bit ticklish,
lick your inner thigh, the backs of your knees, and kiss my very
favorite spot . . . the pretty little dip at the base of your spine
where your back meets your gorgeous, rounded ass.” He dipped his
hand down to cup the curve of her rear.
He pressed her up against him. The rigid length of
his cock pressed into her stomach and her flush faded into a
flat-out fever.
“Then, when you’re good and ready, completely
primed and creamy in that perfect cunt of yours, I want to slide my
cock deep inside you and take you fast and hard. I want to drive
into your pussy over and over until you come, until you’re
screaming from the pleasure. That’s the first time.”
She licked dry lips. “The, uh, first time?”
“Mmmm, just to sate my appetite for you. The
next time I’ll want to take you slow.” He gave a sexy little groan
that made her knees go weak. “I like it slow, Daria, so slow and
easy and deep. I want to savor every part of this pretty little
body that I’m dying to have stripped and beneath me. And you know
what?”
“What?” She hated that her voice sounded so damned
breathless.
“For me, it isn’t about obligation. It has nothing
at all to do with business or the line of duty. I want you just
because I want you, because you and I go well together and we
always have. Now, what do you want?”
She wanted to protest his hands on her,
wanted to yell and push him back. Wanted to run away
screaming. The problem was, she couldn’t move. Because what she
wanted even more than all of that was Alejandro.
“You,” she whispered.
He said nothing in response. He only laid a
lingering kiss to her temple. It would be the most innocent thing
he did for a while.
Daria swallowed hard as his hands ran slowly up her
waist and over her stomach to cup her breasts. His thumbs stroked
over her nipples through the cotton of her T-shirt and bra.
She closed her eyes, groped for control, and found
none. “Alejandro,” she whispered raggedly. Need slicked her sex,
made a tight little ball of heat there she wanted assuaged.
“Let me touch you, Daria.”
She’d told him yesterday she wanted to try this
without actually having sex, and she’d meant it. Carlos had said
she had a strong will. She did. Especially since she knew that
sleeping with Alejandro would be every bit as much pleasure as it
would be business. That made things treacherous for her.
Alejandro was a man more dangerous than most. The
last thing she needed was another heartbreak. It was far better to
keep things on this mission as professional as possible, no matter
how tempted she might be to take advantage of the situation.
No matter how much she wanted him.
One of his hands dropped to the front of her jeans
and undid the top button. “Daria?” he purred into her ear.
“Uh-huh.”
“Let me help you out of these jeans.”
Daria froze, fighting her need to touch and be
touched, and not by just anyone. She wanted to touch Alejandro and
be touched by him. Her fingers curled around his shoulders
and she held on, caught between knowing she should push him away
and wanting nothing more than to pull him closer.
He growled at her inaction and leaned in, capturing
her lower lip and dragging it through his teeth. Her breath hissed
out, and her sex grew warm and wet. All her careful reasoning for
wanting to push him away went poof.
He spoke softly against her lips, “Daria, if you
won’t offer what I know you want to give”—he moved his hand between
her thighs—“then I will convince you to let me take.”