Chapter Eight
ELIZABETH GASPED, STRUGGLING against the vampire’s iron hold, moaning with a pain far worse than any she’d ever known. Her vision began to waver, her stomach started to roll. Lifting her foot, she drove her heel back into her attacker’s knee, but he didn’t even grunt. With her arms pinned to her sides, she was helpless. And he was draining her blood!
God, so much pain. Tears ran down her cheeks, tears of agony, of fury, and of frustration that she couldn’t do a thing to stop him.
“Lukas.” She tried to scream his name, but the word came out as little more than a gasp, her vocal cords all but immobilized.
The vampire released her suddenly with a furious growl, the fire in her neck increasing tenfold as she felt her flesh rip. She cried out, stumbled forward, then turned to find not one vampire but two in the room with her. The one who’d bitten her. And Lukas.
She sank back against the window with relief.
Lukas looked like a berserker of old as he stared at his companion, his eyes burning with rage, the sword at his side dripping with blood.
“I just wanted a taste.” Butch lifted his hands like a kid caught swiping a cookie off a classmate’s lunch tray.
Lukas blurred. His sword whistled. A second later, the bearded one’s head rolled with a thud to the floor.
Elizabeth’s legs gave way, and she slid down the window until she was crouched low, shaking, a warm stream of blood running down her throat.
Lukas whirled toward her. His eyes dark with concern, he started forward, wiping off his sword and sheathing it.
But she shook her head. “Stay back.” The words were but a whisper. She was so cold. Still in so much pain.
“You’re in shock, sweetheart.” He reached for her slowly, his voice low and soothing. “I won’t hurt you. You know I won’t hurt you, Lizzy-mine, but I have to do something before you lose too much blood.”
She started to list sideways, and he caught her, sweeping her into his arms and pulling her tight against the hard body that she’d once known so well. The smell of battle clung to him, but beneath it was the familiar and beloved scent of Lukas, and she sank against him, curling her arm around his neck.
She held on tight as he carried her downstairs and laid her on the leather sofa. As she looked up at him, he stroked the hair back from her face with a featherlight touch, his eyes pained.
“I won’t hurt you,” he murmured, sinking to his knees on the floor beside her. “I promise, sweetheart.” Then he dipped his head to her bleeding neck.
“Lukas?” She stiffened, tried to push him away, but like the other vampire, he was impossible to move.
She went rigid in anticipation of more pain, but she felt only the tickle of his soft hair against her jaw and a featherlight brush of lips. And then the strange sensation of tugging, of pulling. Had he bitten her? She’d felt no hot, stabbing spikes this time. No stabbing at all.
Little by little, the pain began to lessen, then ebb. With the realization that Lukas had bitten her without hurting her, as he’d promised, the tension began to leave her body, only to be replaced, moments later, by a tension of another kind.
An erotic, intense, pleasure began to build low inside her.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, her voice normal once more.
He didn’t answer, and how could he when his mouth was fastened to her neck? But his hand lifted to stroke her hair, his touch calming her, as his bite stole the last of the pain and filled her only with a pleasure that made her gasp, that made her body hot and restless.
“Lukas, stop.” She tugged at his head. “Please stop.”
Slowly, he did, lifting his head, looking at her behind a monster’s mask. His pupils had turned stark white, his incisors had lengthened and thickened and sharpened to fine points. And they were covered in blood. Her blood.
She stared at him in horror. He closed his eyes and turned away. Lifting her hand, she felt the stickiness along her neck, but her fingers encountered only sores, not the open flesh wounds she knew should be there.
“What did you do?” she asked quietly, this time reaching for him, touching his jaw.
He turned back to her, his eyes once more normal, but guarded. Sad. His mouth was closed, his fangs no longer visible, if they were still elongated at all.
“I’ve initiated your healing,” he said simply, and she saw that his fangs were about half the size they’d been before. “Vampire saliva contains healing properties that rush into your bloodstream with my bite.”
Pressing her hand against his cool cheek, she shuddered. “Thank you for saving me.”
His eyes warmed slowly, his mouth softening to something close to a smile. “You mean the world to me, Lizzy. I hate that you were brought here. This is no place for you.” Pulling her close, he pressed his cheek to her hair. “But I’ve missed you so much.” His words were filled with such pain, such a depth of longing, mirroring the misery she’d lived with these past two years.
It didn’t matter what he was or how he fed. He was her Lukas.
Snaking her arms around his neck, she buried her face against him. “I’ve missed you, too. I thought . . .”
Her voice cracked, and he pulled her tighter, stroking her hair. “You thought I’d left you. That I’d walked away. Never, Lizzy-mine. Never.” Slowly, he pulled back until she could see his face. He ran his thumb along her cheekbone. “If there had been any way to return to you, I would have.”
The depth of emotion in his eyes rocked her, filling her heart until she thought it might overflow. “I believe you. Deep inside, I could never accept that you’d intentionally left me without even saying good-bye.”
“Never.” His cool palm stroked her cheek. “A hundred times I thought about sending word to you. But I could think of no logical reason for my staying away without telling you a truth that would be impossible for you to believe. All along, we’ve held out hope for a sorcerer or sorceress who would save us. I told myself that once I was free, once I knew my life would not end here, I’d find you and try to make it up to you.”
Her brow furrowed. “How could you get word to me if you’re trapped here?”
“Not all vampires are trapped within Vamp City. Some can still come and go as they please. I have a friend, Micah, whom I would have trusted to give you a message. He’s the only one I trust to get you safely out of here if I can get word to him.” He kissed her softly, passionately, then pulled back, his eyes shining with so much emotion, the same emotion that pulsed inside her.
“I want you safe, Lizzy-mine. I love you,” he said tenderly, his eyes aglow. The words she’d waited so long to hear.
Tears sprang to her own eyes. “I love you, too, Lukas. I have almost from the beginning.”
He kissed her again. “I know,” he whispered against her lips. “The way you used to light up when you saw me warmed me in a way nothing and no one has in centuries. I tried to harden my heart against your sweetness, not wanting you to know of my world or the sordidness of it. But I failed, Lizzy. I failed within days of meeting you and fell head over heels in love with you.”
Tears began to leak out of the corners of her eyes, her chest so full she thought it would burst. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulled his mouth back to hers, and kissed him deeply, drowning in his taste, in his scent, in the sheer joy of his love.
Her hands slid down to his massive shoulders, to the hard muscle that played along their sculpted breadth. “I want to touch you.”
He pulled back, a smile playing at his mouth, then sat up and pulled the black shirt over his head, revealing the most beautiful male chest ever made. As her fingers found his abs and began an upward slide, luxuriating in the feel of the hard planes beneath her palms, his own fingers found the buttons of her blouse and began unbuttoning it with slow deliberation, as if he savored every new glimpse of her skin.
When he had her shirt undone, he parted it slowly, his gaze intent as he reached for the front clasp of her bra and flicked it open. With cool fingers, he parted the cups, freeing her to his gaze. His eyes feasted.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he breathed, reaching for her, claiming her breasts with his fingers, his palms, and, finally, his mouth. Cool lips closed over one taut nipple and he sucked her fully into his mouth making her moan and arch with pleasure. Her hands slid once more into his hair, and she held him close, loving the feel of him in her arms again. Loving him, fangs and all.
“Lukas?”
He lifted slowly, licking across her nipple, tightening things low inside her body. His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “Hmm?”
“When you bite me, do you ever hurt me?”
“Never.”
“Then promise me something. Please?”
“Anything.”
“Don’t enthrall me anymore. Don’t take my memories, again. Not unless I ask you to. Please?”
He leaned up, kissing her mouth thoroughly before pulling back. His gaze bore into hers. “I promise, Elizabeth. No more secrets between us.” His eyes turned tender, a boyish smile lifting his mouth as his expression took on a look of wonder. “I was so afraid for you to learn the truth.”
“That you’re a vampire?”
He kissed her again. “It’s not an easy thing to overlook.”
She laughed. “No, I suppose it’s not.” Lifting a hand, she stroked his beloved cheek. “You’re still my Lukas.”
“Always.” He turned and kissed her palm.
“Lukas, do you ever . . . ?” Her cheeks began to heat, making him smile. “Do you ever bite me . . . places other than my neck?”
His eyes warmed, heated. “I haven’t, no, though I’ve wanted to. I wouldn’t engage in that kind of intimacy with you when you weren’t fully aware.”
“But you still drank from me.”
“Yes. I brought us both incredible pleasure.”
“Why didn’t your bite hurt me, when Butch’s fangs . . .” She shuddered. “They burned, Lukas. It was horrible.”
His eyes darkened. “He’s . . . he was a pain-feeder. It was his gift to cause pain with his bite. My gift is to offer only pleasure with mine.”
“I’m glad.” She smiled shyly. “Perhaps we can take it one step at a time since this is all so new to me.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “We’ll take it however you wish, Lizzy-mine.” His fingers went to the button of her pants. “But I need to taste you again, if only with my tongue. Will you let me?”
Heat rushed through her body. “Yes.”
As he tugged off her shoes, she shrugged off her shirt and bra, then watched as he slid her pants down over her hips and legs, pulling them off, leaving her in nothing but a pair of silky black panties.
A growl of need rumbled in his throat, the corners of his mouth lifting as he shot her a look of pure masculine approval. His blue eyes flashing with white heat, he held her gaze as he dipped his head between her legs, then licked her right through the silk. His rough tongue made her arch with pleasure.
“Oh, Lukas, how I’ve missed you, too.”
With a low laugh, he slid one finger beneath the edge of her panties, pulling the crotch aside, then laved her bare flesh with his tongue, making her cry out with joy. He was teasing her, playing with her, and, as she watched him, his eyes once more began to turn white where his pupils should be black.
“Why are your eyes changing?”
His lashes swept down.
“Don’t, Lukas. No secrets.”
He looked up again, worry in that beautiful face. “I’m a pleasure-feeder though no one’s pleasure has ever pleased me more than yours. When I taste it, the need inside of me, the hunger, awakens. And that’s when my eyes change.”
“And your fangs lengthen?”
“Not always at the same time, but soon, yes.” His expression turned achingly tender. “I will never hurt you, Lizzy. Do you believe me?”
“Yes.” Then she gasped again as his hand moved, his finger sliding deep inside her. “Oh, yes. Oh, Lukas.”
Tired of the game, he pulled her panties down and off, then eased her legs apart, eyeing her with a hunger that stole her breath. His face lowered, his mouth kissing her, licking her, sucking at the core of her pleasure until she was rocking against him, gasping, her head thrown back. His hands caressed her hips, her thighs, as the pleasure mounted, as her body tightened, rising, rising.
The orgasm broke over her, shattering in its brilliance, her body clenching and contracting deep, deep inside in a glorious explosion of joy. And then his mouth was on her abdomen, rising to suckle her breast.
Her fingers dug into his hair. “Inside, Lukas,” she gasped, still riding the aftershocks. “I need you inside me.”
When he lifted his head, his pupils were still white, his fangs long and sharp, though she’d felt no prick, no pain. But those inhuman eyes gleamed with love, and she wasn’t even the slightest bit afraid.
“Did you bite my breast?” she asked, curious.
“No. You’ll know when I do.” He smiled. “You’ll enjoy it.”
Pulling away, he stood beside the sofa, unbuckled his belt, then removed his boots and socks, and pushed his pants down over lean, hard hips, revealing white Jockey shorts that barely held his massive erection.
Her thighs dampened, a low moan escaping her throat as he pushed down his shorts and that erection sprang free. It was huge, straight, thick, and gorgeous. Oh how she’d missed this man.
Lowering himself over her, his bare chest brushing the tips of her breasts, he slowly positioned his big body until the tip of him pressed at her slick gates. Resting on his elbows, staring into her eyes, he slid firmly, yet gently inside her.
His eyes nearly rolled back into his head. Her own almost did the same as the thickness of him stretched her, claimed her, thrilled her.
Her breath left on a groan as he pulled most of the way out, then slid in again and again, setting up a gradually escalating rhythm until he was pounding into her, and she was thrusting against him, needing him deeper, deeper.
Fingers in his hair, she watched him, loved him.
“Give me your neck, Lizzy-mine.”
His words shivered through her on a thrill of danger, but she didn’t hesitate. The dark thought rose that if she were going to die, this was the way she wanted to go.
She tipped her head sideways, giving him access, then tensed ever so slightly as his head dipped, as his lips kissed her neck, as his fangs sank into her flesh.
As he’d promised, she felt no pain at all, just a weird and wonderful sensation of . . . connection. And then his lips closed onto her skin and he sucked, pulled, and she cried out with the incredible erotic pleasure. How she felt it there, she couldn’t begin to guess, but with every pull of his mouth, she felt the tug more strongly between her legs. Again and again he sucked, and she cried out, her body rising, climbing, preparing to shatter all over again.
He rode the crest with her, driving into her harder and harder, his body straining toward that ultimate release. And, suddenly, they were flying together, soaring, shattering, then floating slowly and blissfully back down to Earth.
Lukas lifted his head, then managed to roll them over on the sofa until he was on the bottom, and she was lying atop him, cradled in his arms, her head tucked against his chin.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked quietly.
“No. I never imagined anything so wonderful.” As she stroked his chest, she wondered how this male could be real. And how, even if he lived, they could ever have a life together, coming as they did, from such totally different worlds.