Forever Vampire (8 page)

“Did I mention you are an asshole?”

“Sorry, sweetie, just taking precautions.” He kissed her nose, paused to inhale her cherry perfume, and then touched her chin. Nope, no shimmer. “Do you…?”

“What?”

“Never mind.” He strolled down the hall, and called, “I won't be long.”

He'd wanted to ask if she felt his shimmer, but suspected with his reduced abilities he possibly did not send out such vibrations to another vampire.

He wanted to feel Lyric's shimmer. More than he wanted to solve this mystery.

 

W
ITH HER FREE HAND
, Lyric gripped the vampire by his crisp black shirt collar after he strode around the corner and gave her a wink. “Not long?”

“What?” He had the audacity to feign innocence.

“That was the longest shower in the history of mankind
and
the paranormal nations. I thought you'd fallen and knocked your head and were bleeding out on the tiles.”

“It was twenty minutes, tops.”

“It was forty-five freakin' minutes!”

“Why so upset?”

She tugged at the handcuffs—carefully. Just thinking about what the rosewood could do to her had kept her fuming over his nerve, his utter lack of compassion. They had shared some great sex. Shouldn't he be a little softer on her?

Vail retrieved a key from the drawer—that had been right in front of her—drawing out the action nice and slow, then unlocked her.

“Bastard.” Rubbing her wrists, which were not abraded or sore in any way, she stomped to the gray velvet couch and sat down.

“I thought it was
asshole,
” he volleyed. “Does
bastard
move me up or down the scale of unsavory villains?”

“It's about equal. But you do that again and you'll definitely slide down.”

“I'll remember that. Though, sliding down before you would not be a burden.”

He stepped over to the couch and stood in front of her. “What do you say?”

Lyric sucked in her lower lip. He slicked back his moist hair with both hands, which spread his open silk shirt to reveal the hard abs and pecs she'd licked only hours earlier. Silver snakeskin pants hugged low on his hips to reveal the delicious, defined cut of his abdomen muscles and a dusting of dark hair. Bare feet rocketed the sexy level of his look right out of this world.

Had he just said something about sliding down before her?

Yes, please
.

And that quirk of his eyebrow was so dangerously sexy. The sexy rocker with a dark glamour look worked for her. Frustratingly, Lyric couldn't stay angry with him, because the whole package was too enticing. If not strangely sparkly.

He buttoned up his shirt and took a step back. Not about to slide down to his knees now. Bummer.

“How long does a guy have to live in Faery to sparkle like you do?”

He strolled into the kitchen and flicked on the coffee machine. “All his life.”

“Really?” Lyric moved onto her knees and leaned her elbows on the back of the couch. “Why Faery? How'd you get there?”

He pressed the grind button and the noise obliterated the quiet for five long seconds. Slipping a glass pot into the machine, he pushed Start.

“I was taken to Faery two days after my birth by a faery named Cressida, Mistress of Winter's Edge.”
He regarded her curious look. “I was payment for a boon.”

“No way. Like a changeling child or something?”

“Sort of. Not really. I don't call myself a changeling, because I'm not. Those things are mentally unbalanced.”

And this vampire, who hated vampires and feared drinking their blood, and who had such a bad-boy appearance, wasn't a little touched in the head?

He leaned a hip against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms over his chest. “You really want to hear this?”

She nodded eagerly. “Your plan was to gain my trust.”

Vail bowed his head, considering. Lyric had the distinct feeling she tread in dangerous emotional territory, and that it was too soon to do this with a guy who only had plans to use her. But right now, with the two of them alone, she felt a connection to him. And she wanted to learn all she could about the mysterious vampire whose kisses made her squirm in delight.

“Fine.” He heeled the counter behind him with the pad of his foot. “My mother gave birth to me and my brother at the same time. But we're not twins. We each had a different father.”

“How does that work?”

“I don't want to think about it too much, but I know my mother slept with two different guys within a week of each other. It happens. Children born from the same womb, at the same time, but with different fathers.”

“That's interesting. So your brother is a vampire, too?”

“Werewolf.” He chuckled at her dropped jaw. “My brother's father is Rhys Hawkes, a half-breed—half wolf, half vampire—who owns Hawkes Associates. He's the guy who hired me to track you and the gown. But I'm sure you know a lot about Hawkes Associates, don't you?”

She didn't respond. The things he thought he knew about her and her family were close, but not quite on the mark. No reason to make it too easy for him.

“Hawkes is also my uncle. My father…”

His entire frame stiffened, and Lyric noted his jaw pulsed. This was the pricking point. And man, did she ache to know more.

“Well, let's just say he was a bloodborn vampire,” Vail said quietly. A heavy sigh, and he switched feet against the counter. He was so obviously uncomfortable revealing information about himself. “My mother was bloodborn, as well. So there you have it.”

“So are your mother and father close? Does she live with him or with Rhys Hawkes?”

“She is married to Hawkes. My father is not in the picture.”

“Oh. But you and he get along?”

“Me and my father? Never met him. My mother is insane,” he stated flatly, and turned to tend the coffee machine, which didn't need tending; it was still brewing. “And my father made her that way. I've been in the mortal realm three months, and I've never met him, or my mother. And that's the end of that story.”

“Your father made your mother insane? How?”

“Done talking,” he called over his shoulder.

“Sure, but not done prying over here.” The side view of his face revealed a grin, so Lyric dared to push further. “Pretty please? I told you about my mother.”

“Not much. As for you and your history…”

“You don't need to know anything about me until I get more about you.”

He left the coffee cups on the counter and strolled over to where she leaned on the back of the couch. “I know one important thing about you.”

“And what's that?”

Leaning in close to her face so his lips brushed her ear, he said, “When I put my fingers inside you and curl them forward, back and forth, slow and fast, you come loud and proud.”

He returned to the coffee machine. And Lyric's heart hovered somewhere around throat level. His breathy whisper had achieved a partial result to what he'd just described. Her core throbbed for his expert touch. The man had talent. And yes, she had never come like that for a man before.

Something about Vail melted her icy exterior, and she didn't feel her self-imposed guardrails so necessary. Yet she knew he could possibly be the most dangerous opponent she had faced. Because if he thought she held only the one secret, he was sadly mistaken.

She should have never made love with him. Because now they did have a connection, and disregarding that wasn't going to be easy.

“Coffee?” he offered.

What had the man asked? When he smiled like that the one side of his mouth curled up and his dark eyes glittered mischievously. It was a devastating mix of innocence and tawdry. Naughty thoughts going on behind those eyes, for sure. And her body reacted by softening even more, aching for his attention.

“Lyric?”

“Er, I don't consume mortal food.”

“Not at all?”

“Not even chocolate wine, though doesn't that sound tempting? You don't eat, do you?”

“No, but some mortal liquids offer a treat from my usual diet.”

“That would be ichor? Why do you keep drinking from faeries if you're no longer in Faery? To maintain? What if you went cold turkey?”

“I'd go through withdrawals.”

Says the man who claimed he only did it to maintain. “But you'd come out clean.”

“Clean is all in the point of view.”

“Apparently your point of view is hazed by faery ichor.”

“You don't understand me, Lyric, and don't try.”

She understood that when a person avoided the topic of their addiction it truly was an addiction. Last year, one of her mother's best men had succumbed to an ichor addiction. Charish had allowed him to stay at the house a week before Lyric had convinced her to get rid of the dust freak. It had taken two strong
demons to carry him out, and a warding spell to keep him off the property.

“Fine, I don't understand you,” she said. “But I'll still pass on the coffee. That stuff smells nasty.”

“Suit yourself. I've absinthe, if that rocks your boat.”

“Alcohol makes me dizzy. So what are your plans for me now? I'll have you know your kind of torture only works once.”

“I doubt that.”

She met his daring gaze over the rim of the coffee cup. He was so full of his own appeal he likely thought he could have any woman he winked at. Which was probably true.

He'd broken his rule against vampires easily enough, though.

“I'm going to head over to the Lizard Lounge,” he said, “see if I can stir up some info on the Unseelie deal. You'll come along.”

“Of course. You can't have me sitting here handcuffed to your bed all night.”

Again, that wicked smile accompanied by a naughty lift of his eyebrows.

Lyric's neck and cheeks heated and she turned her head away from him because she had actually blushed.

What was wrong with her? The guy had manhandled her, bound and handcuffed her, and insisted on keeping her in hand and telling her what to do. And here she sat in a ridiculous state of arousal. She'd
welcome him into her arms again in a heartbeat, just to feel his sensual power encompass her.

She knew what it was. Vail wasn't uncaring when he did those things to her. He did it all with an alluring smirk and a deep desire for contact he'd never readily admit to. The guy was as needy as she.

“Isn't the Lizard Lounge a faery club?” she asked.

“That it is, though not a full-on sidhe club like you'd find in FaeryTown. I'd never take you there.”

“Why not?”

“Unless you're a dust freak, you wouldn't survive the visit. Er, not necessarily a dust freak…”

He'd trapped himself with an accidental admission to his addiction. Lyric wouldn't press.

“We should stop and pick up some clothes for you,” he suggested as he headed down the hallway.

Lyric followed. “What's wrong with this dress? It's club worthy.”

His bedroom was styled with more of the steel and gray marble. Who'da thought? Vail stood before the closet, which oozed out darkness from the black clothing within.

“That dress,” he said as he pulled out a black jacket studded at the wrists and along the sleeve seams with silver spikes, “would make a man come just looking at you. But we're going to a faery club, sweetie. It ain't no vampire club.”

“So what? Do I have to sparkle? Do I get to wear the eye paint like you?

“I wear this ointment to see faeries.”

“You can't see them otherwise?”

“Not the ones cloaked in glamour.”

“Well, what about me? Do I get some eye stuff so I can see faeries?”

“You won't need to see them—they'll be everywhere.”

He pulled the coat over his shirt and then selected a skinny silver tie. It went well with the silver snakeskin pants. It was rock 'n' roll glam, and would certainly fit into any of the vampire clubs Lyric had been to.

“Why aren't we going to FaeryTown? Wouldn't we find a lot more faeries there?”

“It's not where any sane sidhe goes to have a good time. Not that the club is much safer. This might be too dangerous for you. Change of plans. I'll have to lock you in the car while I'm inside.”

“Uh-uh, no way. I'm a big girl. I can handle a club full of faeries.”

“Faeries who will know you're a vampire and want to lure you to bite them just so they can watch you succumb to their addictive ichor? A high that'll change your life, Lyric. Ruin it, in fact.”

“I'm not going to bite anyone. I've seen dust freaks. They are pitiful.” She glanced over Vail's hands; a few glints of dust were visible. “But will the dust get on my skin and make me high?”

“A little, but not so devastating as inhaling it or drinking directly from the vein. You sure you want to try this? I can do this myself.”

“Are you embarrassed to show up in the club with a vampire on your arm?”

He toed out a pair of boots that sported steel spikes on the backs of the heels. “Nope. In fact, I'll be admired for having you on my arm.”

“Tell me how a vampire is admitted to such a club in the first place? Is it because you sparkle?”

“I've a certain aura. They know I'm more their kind than yours. I've never had trouble walking amongst the sidhe in the mortal realm.”

“I wish I could figure why you're so set against your own species.”

Vail closed the closet door and turned about, eyes dark and serious. “I lived in Faery almost three mortal decades. Never been around my own kind much. Hell, not at all. Faeries believe vampires filthy bottom-feeders who infuse their systems with the tainted blood of mortals who consume chemicals that destroy this Mother Earth. They are a part of the ecosystem that will destroy the planet, sooner rather than later. You still think it odd I favor them?”