Dark Stranger Immortal (The Children of the Gods #3)(35)

Fate had granted him this one chance to have a shot at fulfilling all of his impossible dreams, and he was going to take it. But he had to act fast.

The professor was about to bolt.





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A M A N D A

A manda was paralyzed with fear. Aside from one girl behind the counter, she was alone with a huge Doomer in the jewelry store.

There was no doubt in her mind as to what he was—the scent of his arousal was distinctly that of an immortal male… and not one of her clan.

Run, she commanded her feet, but they took too long to respond.

She was too late.

As she turned to flee, her fight-or-flight response finally kicking in, he lunged for her and grabbed her neck.

“Don’t move, and don’t make a sound if you want that girl to live,” he whispered in her ear.

“Is everything okay?” hesitantly, the girl asked from behind the counter— hopefully, with her finger hovering over the panic button.

“Everything is all right. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a game my girlfriend and I play.” He projected influence with his voice, which Amanda prayed wouldn’t be enough to thrall the girl without him looking directly into her eyes.

Obviously not possessing the strongest of minds, the girl said cheerfully, “Okay then.” She shattered Amanda’s last sliver of hope.

Desperate and scared out of her mind now that she realized the Doomer could also effect a powerful thrall, Amanda began shaking in his grasp.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered, his mouth so close to her ear, his breath tickled. “I mean you no harm.” He slackened his grip on her neck and blew warm air on the bruised area. Moving his large hand around, his strong fingers closed over her throat and chin.

Tilting her head, he struck quickly, sinking his fangs into her neck.

I’m going to die, was the last coherent thought Amanda had before the venom-induced pleasure took over her body and mind.

She leaned back into the strong male behind her, marveling at how nice it felt to be held by someone so much taller than her for a change. He smelled delicious, all male and fresh scent of soap. And as her body flushed with powerful arousal, she wanted him to touch her all over.

Arching her back, Amanda mentally willed him to bring his big hands up and cup her aching breasts. She pressed her behind into his groin, rubbing against his erection. “Just touch me before I die,” she whispered as he retracted his fangs and licked the small wounds closed.

“You’re not going to die, and although there is nothing I want more than to have my hands all over you, I’m not going to. I want your sober consent when I do…” the Doomer whispered in her ear, encircling her waist with his arm and tucking her against his big, strong body.

As he led her outside, she rested her head on his shoulder. Her arm going across his broad back, she delighted in the feel of all those incredible muscles flexing under her roaming palm—dimly aware that they must’ve looked like a couple in love to the few pedestrians they were passing by.

With her legs too wobbly to support her weight, the Doomer was propping her up and holding her glued to his side. She moved because he wanted her to move: the venom making her uncharacteristically docile and submissive.

Somewhere at the back of her mind, Amanda caught wisps of random, disconnected thoughts.

So that’s the real purpose of the venom.

Who needs seduction and foreplay when all a male has to do is grab a female by the neck and bite her for her to welcome him between her thighs…

Who knew it would feel so damn good…

Why is that insufferable man refusing to touch me?

I’m so wet…

Is he going to kill me?

He said he wouldn’t.

Didn’t he?





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D A L H U

A s they walked the few blocks from the jewelry store to the restaurant where he’d left his car, Dalhu was counting the seconds.

He wanted to take her as far away as he could, as fast as he could, fearing that any moment someone would come running to her rescue.

Someone like a Guardian… or two…

And the scent of her arousal wasn’t helping either. He was so painfully stiff, he could barely walk. When they finally reached his car, he stifled a relieved breath.

They were alone in the parking lot behind the restaurant; nevertheless, Dalhu was glad Amanda was still too woozy to resist him as he helped her inside and buckled her seatbelt, or when he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the glove compartment and secured them around her wrists. Using a second pair, he closed one cuff on the chain connecting her shackled wrists and attached the other one to the door handle. That way, once her lucidity returned, she wouldn’t be able to grab the steering wheel or jump out from the speeding car.

“Kinky…” she purred, squirming in her seat.

“No, sweetheart, just careful and prepared.” Dalhu chuckled, shaking his head.

The poor girl will be mortified once she sobers up and remembers her wanton behavior.

He’d have to explain that it had been the venom’s fault, not hers. How else would she know? It must’ve been her first bite.

Pulling out of the parking lot, Dalhu debated what to do next. First priority was to get his other watches from the mansion so he could sell them for some cash. There was no way around it. They’d need lots of money on the run, and using his credit cards or hers was not an option.