Dark Fates (A Paranormal Anthology)(87)

“Give me your cock.”

To her surprise he laughed. “Always gotta use sex like a weapon. Thankfully this isn’t my first time at the rodeo. Let’s just cut through the bullshit right now, shall we? You will allow me to court you tonight, my lady, and you will give me the privilege of doing it right. You picked me, Lisabetta.”

The amber lights from passing streetlamps threw shadows over his face that entranced her. He was right again, damn him. It was like he could read her mind, but that wasn’t possible. No one could break through her mental shields if she didn’t let them. No, the way Tyler read her was different. He paid attention to every nuance of her expression, like he knew her.

How incredibly odd, yet arousing. She was old enough to admit her vanity, and she loved it when a man obviously enjoyed her beauty. Stretching out, she pressed her large breasts against the top of her dress, loving the way he swallowed at the sight. Yep, he was a tit man. Thankfully she was rather blessed in that area, and she wanted to play with him, to make him bend to her will. If she had to use her body to do it, so be it.

His gaze went from hot to cold, and he looked up at her face. When their eyes met, she flinched away at the anger there, the disappointment. “While your wrapping is very pretty, and you know how much I completely worship you, I want the total package. I’m not touching you. If you want me, you gotta take me and take responsibility for the fact that you want me. No lies between us, Lisabetta.”





Chapter Two


Confused, Lisabetta blinked a couple times before turning to face him more fully and leaning closer. His heat washed over her, and her teeth ached for him. The need for his touch was so great that she closed the distance between them, unable to lie in the face of such a delicious bounty. In a heartbeat Tyler had her cradled against his body, touching her in a way that sent sparks of pleasure sizzling over her skin like an electrical storm. She purred, a sound she’d never made before, and that noise startled her enough that she tried to push away from him.

Instead of allowing that, he merely scooted down the wide leather seat and pulled her on top of him. With his sizeable erection pressing into her belly, she weakened further and pressed her hips against him, shifting so his cock rubbed against her sex. A hard shudder went through her, and her * hurt, ached to have him inside of her. His body would melt the ice in her soul, and his life would renew hers. The urge to bite him tore at her, but she didn’t want to share that kind of intimacy here.

The decision was taken from her when Tyler pulled her skirt up then trailed his fingers over her ass. His pleased smile when he discovered she wasn’t wearing undergarments had her squirming while his fingers traced down the curve of her bottom. Just a few more inches and he’d discover how wet she was for him, how utterly willing she was to do anything and everything he wanted. She tensed at the thought of how out of character she was behaving, but before any real fear could take root, Tyler, with uncanny accuracy and skill, took his thumb and rubbed it in a swift circle right on her clit with the perfect speed and pressure.

Blinding pleasure surged through her, and her body heated to his touch. Shit, she was going to burn through blood at an alarming rate like this, but the sangue fever was on her, pumping her body full of lust. She was helpless to stop the instincts of a vampire that were overpowering her human mind and morals. This almost animalistic state had her reaching for his shirt, intent on tearing off his clothes. Instead of allowing her to, he gripped her wrists, and she was surprised at how damn strong he was. The pale blue of his eyes flashed as he held her gaze and slowly shook his head.

“No, Lisabetta. If we make love here, you will freak out and leave me.”

She managed to whimper through the need slowly turning to pain as her body craved sexual release. “Please, it hurts.”

His gaze softened. “My, you got worked up pretty quick tonight.”

“What?”

Shaking his head, he moved them around so she was cradled in his arms, looking up at him and feeling oddly safe.

“You smell so good,” he murmured against the top of her head. “Like the earth after it rains.”

Turning her head, she took a deep inhalation of his scent, and a moan of longing came out of her. Oh, this was bad because to her he smelled like sex and life. A mature man, ripe for the taking. Her nipples hardened painfully, and she clutched at him, willing herself to relax.

He stroked her hair back from her face and said in a low voice filled with an emotion she dared not believe in, “Lisabetta, so beautiful.”

She hadn’t felt truly adored in six hundred years and didn’t know how to process the sensation. Even in her very well guarded palatial estate on the Texas Gulf Coast, she didn’t feel this relaxation on a soul-deep level. The need to connect with Tyler grew, but her arousal was a real burn now. She’d hold back the blood lust as long as she could, but it was going to be painful.

Tyler smiled down at her and began to caress her thigh, his touch perfect against her needy skin. “Let me take care of you. Sei il il pi bellissimo ragazza nel mondial.”

She stared up at him, her hormone-addled mind trying to understand why he’d just called her the most beautiful girl in the world in passable Italian. “Parli Italiano?”

“No, I don’t speak Italian. Well, I kind of do. Been studying it for five weeks now.”

“Why? Are you going to visit Italy?”