Be Still My Vampire (10 page)

“But he was choking her.”

“She asked him to.” Emma let go of his arm and fiddled with the basket. “They do it for… an erotic thrill. The choking causes heightened responses during sex. She’ll have a bigger orgasm, I suppose. Not that I would know, but that’s what I’ve read about it.”

He halted. “She asked him to hurt her?”

“Yes.”

Angus was stunned. He stared at Emma in disbelief, then strode down the path.

Emma followed him. “Are you all right?”

He shook his head and quickened his stride.

“The woman will be all right. It really was consensual.”

With a growl, Angus tossed his knife. It embedded with athunk into a tree. “I doona understand.” He marched toward the tree. “I have lived too long. I no longer understand this world.”

“I know it’s a bit weird, but people do strange things—”

“Nay!” He ripped the knife from the tree. “A man should never harm a woman. Not even if she begs him to. There is no honor in hurting a woman!”

“Well, I—”

“I canna believe it.” He leaned over and stuffed his knife into the sheath around his calf. “If a man loves a woman, how can he bear to harm her?” He jerked his jeans down over the sheath, then straightened. “How could he do that to her?”

Emma shrugged. “She asked him to.”

“Why? What kind of man would pleasure his woman by hurting her?” Angus paced across the path. “’Tis a man’s duty, nay, his privilege, to give his woman all the pleasure she can bear. She should be panting and writhing with pleasure.”

Emma remained silent, staring at him. Did she not believe him?

He walked toward her. “A real man would take all night if need be to make sure his woman was fully sated. She should be screaming that she canna endure any more.”

Emma’s eyes widened.

“It should be a man’s greatest pleasure to see his woman shuddering in the throes of passion.”

She took a deep breath and shifted her weight from one foot to another.

He paced back and forth. “Only when she is begging for him, should a man see to his own needs. And he should never, ever harm her.” He stopped in front of her. “Am I totally wrong in this?”

“No,” she squeaked.

His eyes narrowed as he studied her face. “Och, lass, ye shouldna look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking.” She turned away. Her cheeks flushed with pulsing blood. Her heart was racing, he could hear it.

“Emma.”

“I think we’d better get back home.” She looked at him, her eyes glimmering with desire.

He stepped closer. “Yer heart is pounding.”

“Your eyes are turning red.”

“Ye’ll have to face the facts, Emma. This is a date.” He touched her cheek.

The picnic basket she was holding tumbled to the ground. With a low growl, he pulled her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers.

He wrenched every ounce of pleasure from the kiss. He tasted Emma’s lips, skimmed them with his tongue, and nibbled them till every curve and texture were embedded in his memory for all time. He held her tightly so he’d know exactly where her breasts pressed against him. He smoothed his hands down her back to learn the exact curve of her spine, the delicious way it sloped inward and then flared out again at her hips.

He nibbled down her neck. Her pulse throbbed just beneath her tender skin, filling his senses with the fragrance of blood and desire. Her breath puffed against his cheek in tiny, feminine gasps. Her sweet body melted against him. The scents, the sounds, and the sensations clouded his brain till he could no longer think, only feel joy, passion, and a hunger that demanded more and more.

With a groan, he returned to her mouth and demanded entrance. She opened without hesitation, and that moment of surrender sent a surge of heat to his groin. He’d been struggling with arousal since she’d first straddled his lap that evening. And now, with her soft and compliant in his arms, and her tongue touching his own, he began to ache with need.

He planted his hands over her sweetly rounded arse and ground her hard against his erection. She broke the kiss with a gasp. The look of alarm in her eyes should have warned him, but he was too hazy with lust to take heed.

“I want to make love to ye, Emma.”

“No.” She pushed against his shoulders. Make love? With the Undead? Although she had to admit there was nothing dead about the erection pressing against her. And there was nothing truly objectionable about Angus. God help her, if he were human, she’d have stripped him naked by now. But dammit, he wasn’t. He was a vampire.

She stepped back. “I—I can’t.”

“I’m no’ yer enemy.” His eyes still glowed red. “Do ye no’ trust me now?”

“I do, I think.” She rubbed her brow. “But we’re just barely friends. It’s a big jump to being… lovers.”

“Friends doona kiss like that.”

“We got carried away, that’s all. It—it was just a kiss.”

He frowned. “One hell of a kiss. Shall I give ye a reminder?”

“No.” She whirled around and picked up the basket. “Like you said, dawn is approaching. And we need to take this food back, and the dress I’m wearing, and get back toNew York .” She was talking too fast, anything to keep from thinking about what she’d done.

“Emma.”

She took a deep breath and faced him. The glow in his eyes had faded to a dull pink. Thank God. “Are you ready to go?”

“I want to know how ye’re feeling.”

She forced a laugh. “Well, that’s not very manly, is it? What man wants to talk about feelings?”

“I know ye have feelings. Ye loved yer parents greatly, and ye feel passionate about yer work.”

“Please.” She lifted a hand. “I don’t know what to feel. Or think. I can’t even believe I did that. I shouldn’t have.”

He regarded her sadly. “Lass, we’ve been headed down this road from the beginning.”

“No, we’re too different. We can’t possibly… ”

“I’ve always done what I felt in my heart was right, yet I have my share of regrets.” His mouth tilted in a crooked smile. “You would not be one of them.”

Her heart ached in her chest. Oh God, he was everything she’d ever wanted in a man. Except for the part about being undead. Or immortal. How could she possibly get around that?

“Have I at least convinced ye to give up slaying? Do ye believe that I care for yer safety?”

“I—I have to think about it.” She raised a hand when he started to object. “I know you care. And I’ll be more careful. I’ll be more discerning now that I know some of you are noble and kind.”

He nodded. “That is, at least, some progress. And ye should know that I will always seek to protect you. I will always be here for you.”

Her eyes burned with unwanted tears. She hadn’t heard words like that in years. Not since the last of her family had died. “I have to be honest with you. If I discover the bastards who murdered my parents, I will go after them.”

“And I’ll be there beside you.” He extended a hand. “Deal?”

“Deal.” She shook his hand.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her brow. “Let’s go.”

She grabbed on to him as everything went black.

Bugger. He was falling for her fast. During his four hundred and ninety-three years as a vampire, his kisses had rarely been for pleasure. There had always been a dinner to gain or something to prove. Kissing Emma had not been spurred by lust for blood or prestige. It was Emma herself who had pulled him in.

And what a kiss. You would think a man his age would have hundreds such moments to recall. But instead of becoming commonplace, such moments had become more rare.

When he dropped Emma off atAustin ’s apartment, she insisted he leave her be. He still worried that she nursed regrets. Hell, he had some doubts himself. Not about his feelings. He knew he cared deeply for Emma. He just didn’t know if it was fair to woo her when he was undead. How could such a relationship work?

After making her promise not to go out hunting alone, he teleported to Roman’s townhouse. The alarm went off the second he materialized in the foyer.

Connor rushed in from the parlor, his claymore drawn, while at the same time, Ian dashed in from the kitchen.

“Och, ’tis you.” Ian turned and headed back into the kitchen. “Ye should learn to call first.”

Angus watched Connor sheathing his sword. “Why are ye here? Ye should be guarding Roman and Shanna.”

Connor gave him an exasperated look. “They’re here. Ye dinna show up for Mass, so we all came here to see you.”

“Mass?” Angus winced. “I… forgot. I was busy.”

“So we heard.” Connor’s mouth twitched. “Jean-Luc called about an hour ago with an interesting story.”

“Bugger.” Angus frowned. Now the teasing would begin. “I have some work to do upstairs.”

“Angus, I can hear you,” Roman shouted from the parlor. “Come on in.”

Connor chuckled as Angus trudged toward the open double doors of the parlor. Three maroon couches surrounded three sides of a square coffee table. The fourth side was taken up with a huge wide-screen television that was turned off.

“Here’s Angus,” Connor announced as he entered the parlor. He strolled to the couch on the right where Gregori sat.

“What?” Gregori stared at Angus, dumbfounded. “What happened to his skirt?”

Connor cuffed Gregori on the head before sitting down.

“Ouch. See what I put up with, Father?” Gregori muttered to the elderly man on the middle couch.

“I shall pray for you,” the priest answered, smiling. He stood and greeted Angus.

“Father Andrew.” Angus bowed his head to the priest he recognized from Roman’s wedding. “How are you?”

“My life has become much more interesting since the night I took Roman’s confession.”

Angus nodded, then noticed Shanna struggling to get up from the couch on the left. She was huge. As he watched Roman assist his pregnant wife to her feet, a memory flashed from long ago. Joy and pride on the birth of his three children. Worry and guilt over the labor his wife had endured. And then pain and betrayal when he’d tried to return to them after the Battle of Flodden Field. He’d felt sure his wife would understand his new undead status.

She had not. She’d forbidden him to ever see his children again. In anger, he’d disobeyed and watched them grow over the years. And watched them die.

If he pursued Emma, wouldn’t he be asking for that same pain and despair all over again? He would have to watch her die. If they had mortal children, using Roman’s scientific technique, he would have to witness their deaths, too.

“Are you all right?” Roman asked quietly as he gave Angus a quick hug.

Angus noted the sharpening of Roman’s eyes. Bugger. Roman could always see right through him. “Could we talk later?”

“Of course.” Roman stepped aside for his wife.

“Angus, it’s so good to see you.” Shanna kissed his cheek.

“Ye’re looking grand, lass.”

She laughed. “More likemucho grande .”

“She’s about to pop,” Gregori muttered, then winced when Connor elbowed him in the ribs.

“I feel like bursting.” Shanna rubbed her enormous belly. “The baby’s already dropped.”

“We’ve decided to induce labor this Friday night.” Roman guided her back to the couch. “That way, we can be sure the Vamp doctors will be awake and ready.”

“Ye have more than one doctor?” Angus asked as he rounded the middle couch to take a seat next to the priest.

“Two, just to be safe. I’m not taking any chances.” Roman helped Shanna sit.

“You worry too much.” She settled on the couch. “This baby is perfectly fine.”

Roman sat beside her, frowning. “I’ve prepared a delivery room at Romatech. Just in case.”

In case the bairn wasn’t human? Angus could understand Roman’s reluctance to have Shanna deliver in a mortal hospital.

Shanna shook her head. “I’m telling you, this baby is perfectly normal. It kicks me during the day as much as night.”

“I agree,” Father Andrew said. “I’ve been praying, and I have a very good feeling about this child.”

“Thank you. Gregori’s mother said the same thing.” Shanna took Roman’s hand and smiled at him. “And you know Radinka is never wrong.”

Father Andrew turned toward Angus. “Roman has been telling me some fascinating things about you.”

“All lies, for certain.”

The priest smiled. “Then you weren’t knighted for heroism during World War II?”

Angus shrugged. “That was over sixty years ago.”

“Aye, and he’s been a coward ever since,” Connor added with twinkling eyes.

Angus gave his old Scottish friend an annoyed look while everyone laughed.

Ian marched into the room with a tray full of drinks. He set the tray on the coffee table and handed a glass of ice water to Shanna, then a glass of wine to the priest. All the Vamps helped themselves to an empty glass.

Connor grabbed the bottle of Blissky and poured himself a drink. “Grand stuff, Roman.” He passed the bottle to Gregori.

Gregori filled his glass to the brim, then passed the bottle to Angus.

“I’m glad you like it.” Roman accepted the bottle next, then passed it on to Ian.

Connor stood, raising his glass in the air. “To Shanna, Roman, and the bairn. May ye be healthy and happy.”

Everyone murmured in agreement and drank.

“What have you been up to, Angus?” Shanna asked. “We heard you went on a picnic.”

The male Vamps snickered.

Angus glared at them. “It was business. I’ve been trying to talk sense into the vampire slayer.”

Connor snorted. “Talk sense to a female? That’s doomed from the beginning.”

Shanna huffed. “Excuse me.”

“Begging yer pardon.” Connor raised a hand in peace. “Unfortunately, this particular female works for yer father, and I’m certain he’s poisoned her mind against us.”

“Probably so.” Shanna nodded, then turned to Angus. “Would you like me to talk to her? She might listen to another mortal.”

“I’m doing fine,” Angus grumbled. “I can handle it.”

“There’s no reason for ye to do it alone,” Connor said.

Angus shot him an irritated look. “I’m doing well. We made a great deal of progress tonight.”

Gregori snorted with laughter. “Yeah, we heard. She was barefoot and half—ouch.” He glared at Connor, who’d elbowed him in the ribs.

“Did ye convince her to stop slaying?” Connor asked.

Angus shrugged. “Somewhat. She trusts me now.” He glanced down to make sure his long coat covered up the bulge in his pants. His erection had gone down quite a bit, but the jeans were still uncomfortably tight. He should have worn his kilt.

“There’s something different about you.” Roman studied Angus. “I know. You’re not carrying your claymore. That’s highly unusual.”

Angus shrugged. “I could hardly convince her I mean no harm if I was armed.”

“Well, I think it’s sweet,” Shanna announced. “A picnic inParis in the spring. Very romantic. I’m proud of you.”

Angus gulped down some Blissky, too aware of the amused glances from the male Vamps in the room.

“Are you injured?” Father Andrew gestured to Angus’s wrist, which was still red and raw with welts.

“I had an encounter with a pair of silver handcuffs,” Angus grumbled. “Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

Gregori sat forward, his eyes twinkling. “She handcuffed you? Boy, she’s hot.”

Angus glowered at him.

Connor frowned. “That doesna sound like progress to me.”

“I think you should let me talk to her,” Shanna insisted.

“No.” Roman shook his head. “If you arrange a meeting with Miss Wallace, she might let your father know, and he would try to kidnap you.”

Shanna sighed.

“Roman’s right,” Angus said. “Emma told me that rescuing you is your father’s top priority. She’s starting to trust me, but that trust is verra new. She only learned tonight about the difference between Vamps and Malcontents, and she’s still struggling with the idea that some of us can be decent folk.”

“You know what, guys?” Gregori set his drink on the table. “This is a marketing problem.”

Angus scoffed. “I’m no’ selling anything.”

“But you are,” Gregori insisted. “You’re trying to sell the idea that good Vamps really do exist. The problem is, we don’t have a product name to differentiate ourselves from the bad vampires.”

“But weare vampires,” Angus countered. “And I doona claim to be good.”

“But you have a good heart,” Father Andrew said. “There is a world of difference between you and a Malcontent.”

“I think Gregori’s on to something.” Shanna sipped her ice water. “The Malcontents have a name, the True Ones. Why don’t you guys have a name, too?”

“Hmm.” Gregori lounged back against the sofa cushions. “A name.” He contemplated the ceiling with narrowed eyes. “How about Nonbiters? Bottle Guzzlers? Friendly Fangsters? Ouch! That was my foot.” He glared at Connor.

“I know.” Connor glared back. “Ye made the mistake of calling me friendly.”

While everyone laughed, Roman stood and motioned to Angus to join him. Angus rose and strode to the door.

“I’ve got it!” Shanna announced. “Fang-free and proud to be me!”

Roman chuckled as he motioned to the room across the foyer. Angus sauntered into the library, a room with bookshelves on three sides of the room and a large curtained window on the wall adjoining the street.

Roman shut the double doors, then took a seat in one of the leather wingback chairs by the window. Angus strolled about the room. He could feel his friend waiting but hardly knew how to begin. He’d always been better with a sword than with words. In fact, his words tended to cut just as sharply. He wandered along the bookshelves, looking at books without really seeing them.

Finally he stopped. “I… I had a mortal wife and children.”

“I remember that,” Roman said quietly.

“My wife… rejected me and remarried, since to her way of thinking, I was already dead.”

“That must have hurt.”

“It did.” Angus paced about the room. “But in time, I realized she was right. A marriage between a mortal and a vampire canna work.”

Roman remained silent.

“Even after my wife’s betrayal, it pained me to see her grow old and die. And seeing my children die was more than any man should bear.”

Roman’s mouth thinned. “You feel compelled to tell me this now? When my son is about to be born?”

“I doona wish ye any ill will, Roman. Ye’re like a brother to me. I just doona want ye to endure the pain that I did.”